FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS, I don’t leave the house. I don’t answer the phone and I don’t talk to
Anyone. I feel physically raw, as though people’s gazes, or their questions, or even the sunlight, might hurt
Me. I need to be in a dark place, on my own. Suze has gone to Milton Keynes for a big sales and
Marketing conference with Hadleys, so I’m all alone in the flat. I order takeout, drink two bottles of white
Wine, and don’t once get out of my pajamas.
When Suze returns, I’m sitting on the floor in the sitting room where she left me, staring blankly at the
Television, stuffing KitKats into my mouth.
“Oh God,” she says, dropping her bag on the floor. “Bex, are you OK? I shouldn’t have left you on
Your own.”
“I’m fine!” I say, looking up and forcing my stiff face to twist into a smile. “How was the sales
Conference?”
“Well. . . it was really good, actually,” says Suze, looking abashed. “People kept congratulating me on
The way my frames have been selling. They’d all heard of me! And they did a presentation of my new
Designs, and everybody loved them. . .”
“That’s really great, Suze,” I say, and reach up to squeeze her hand. “You deserve it.”
“Well. You know.” She bites her lip – then picks up an empty wine bottle from the floor and puts it on
The table.
“So, did. . . Luke call?” she says hesitantly.
“No,” I say, after a long silence. “No, he didn’t.” I look at Suze, then look away again.
“What are you watching?” she says, as an ad for Diet Coke comes on.
“I’m watching Morning Coffee,” I say. “It’s the financial advice slot coming up next.”
“What?” Suze’s face creases
in dismay. “Bex, let’s switch channels.” She reaches for the remote
Control, but I grab it.
“No!” I say, staring rigidly at the screen. “I want to see it.”
The familiar Morning Coffee music blasts out of the screen as the signature graphic of a cup of coffee
Appears and then melts away to a studio shot.
“Hello!” says Emma cheerily to camera. “Welcome back. And it’s time for us to introduce our new
Money expert, Clare Edwards!”
I stare at Clare’s familiar face, feeling a fresh humiliation seep over me. When they promoted her
Appearance earlier on I was so shocked I spilled my coffee on my hand. It still hurts.
“Who’s Clare Edwards?” says Suze, staring at the screen in distaste.
“I used to work with her on Successful Saving,” I say without moving my head. “She used to sit next
To me.”
The camera pans away to show Clare sitting on the sofa opposite Emma, staring grimly back.
“She doesn’t look like much fun,” says Suze.
“She isn’t.”
“So, Clare,” says Emma brightly. “What’s your basic philosophy of money?”
“Do you have a catchphrase?” interjects Rory cheerfully.
“I don’t believe in catchphrases,” says Clare, giving Rory a disapproving look. “Personal finance isn’t a
Trivial matter.”
“Right!” says Rory. “Of course not. Erm. . . so – do you have any top tips for savers, Clare?”
“I don’t believe in futile and misleading generalizations,” says Clare. “All savers should choose a spread
Of investments suitable to their individual requirements and tax status.”
“Absolutely!” says Emma after a pause. “Right. Well – let’s go to the phones, shall we? And it’s Mandy
From Norwich.”
As the first caller is put through, the phone in our sitting room rings.
“Hello?
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