Page 90 of The Good Part
Sam shoots me a confused look.
‘I’m hormonal,’ I explain. ‘Anything will set me off today.’
‘Will it make you cry if I say dinner’s ready?’ he asks, and I shake my head, furiously rubbing away tears with my palms.
As I walk down the stairs, I notice the lighting is different. There are candles lit in the hall, and the curtains are drawn. Turning around, I give Sam a questioning look, but he just gives me an enigmatic smile. Something is going on.
Following the candles, I open the door to the kitchen to find the table set for two, with a bunch of red roses in the middle.
‘What’s all this for?’
‘It’s a restaurant; I’m the waiter,’ says Felix, pulling out a chair, and I notice he’s put an apron on and has a pencil tucked behind his ear.
‘I wanted to take you out, but I couldn’t get a sitter,’ says Sam.
As I sit down, I notice a folded piece of paper in front of me with ‘Menu’ written on the front in Felix’s wobbly handwriting. ‘There’s only one thing on the menu,’ he whispers. ‘So, you have to have that.’
Inside the menu is written, ‘Vegetable lasagne – £1000’. ‘Wow, this is an expensive restaurant,’ I say.
‘Well, I thought I’d push the boat out,’ says Sam.
‘What are we celebrating? It’s not an anniversary, is it?’ I ask, feeling myself grinning at Sam.
‘No, I just know how hard the last month has been for you. I want you to know we love you.’ He pauses. ‘Whatever you do or don’t remember.’
Felix makes a face. ‘Are you going to get all soppy, Dad?’
‘I might, and the waiter is not supposed to comment on the diners’ conversation.’
Sam stands up to get wine from the fridge, while Felix picks up a jug and leans across the table to fill up my water glass. He then spills it all over the table.
‘Oops.’
As I jump up to clear up the mess, my phone pings with a message.
‘Mummy, no phones at the table,’ says Felix. ‘This is a smart restaurant.’
‘Sorry, I’m just waiting to hear from work,’ I explain. ‘Ooh, it’s from Gary.’
My eyes eagerly scan his message.
Lucy, I won’t call this late, but thought you’d want to know – just got off the phone with Mel Durham. She loved your pitch, they want to take The House Is Going to Get You to development. Congratulations. Let’s have lunch this week to discuss your new role as Head of Development for Bamph UK. Big year ahead for you.
Gary Snyder
I squeal, then read the message aloud to Sam and Felix. ‘I’ll forward this to the team; they’ll be waiting to hear.’
‘You clever old thing,’ says Sam, reaching for my hand across the table, then flashing me a huge smile as he notices I’m wearing my rings. ‘Now we really are celebrating.’
‘Well done, Mummy. Can I start waitering now?’ Felix asks brightly.
‘Yes, go for it.’
Felix launches into a long speech about how it’s customary to tip your waiter, ideally at least ten per cent of the cost of the meal. He caveats that if we don’t have any cash, he’s happy to take Lego, and if we don’t have any Lego, he’s willing to take an IOU.
‘Okay, I think it might be the waiter’s bedtime,’ says Sam, pushing back his chair. ‘Thank you for your help setting this up, Felix.’
‘No! I haven’t told you the specials!’ Felix cries as Sam picks him up, throws him over his shoulder and carries him out of the room, squealing with laughter.
