79. A Confusion of Daddies at the Dinner Table Several days had passed since the evening on which Julia and Bruce had made their respective discoveries; or rather, since Julia had made her discovery and Bruce had discovered her discovery.
For Julia, it had been an exciting and positive moment; she wanted to secure Bruce, and she knew that this might be difficult without a certain amount of leverage. And what better leverage was there than the fact of a pregnancy? He might not like the idea at first, but, with a certain amount of help from her father, she thought that any slight objections that Bruce might have to marriage could be smoothed over. That was her strategy.
For Bruce, the finding of the instruction sheet for the home pregnancy test had been the cause of immediate panic.
Fortunately, as he lay in the bath and reflected on what had happened, this panic subsided, and he began to work out the best approach to the problem. What he required was level-headedness; a careful appreciation of just where he stood and where the danger lay would be followed by a few cautious moves, and, with one bound, he would be free. Julia might think herself smart, but she was no match for Bruce, or so he thought. Indeed, as he reflected on it, he realised that he had never once been 266 A Confusion of Daddies at the Dinner Table outsmarted by a woman. That’s not at all bad, he said to himself.
In all my years of playing the field, I’ve never once, on any single occasion, had any girl get the better of me. Hah! And I’ve known quite a few, he thought, who were considerably wilier than Julia Donald.
He felt reassured; the situation was awkward, yes, but no more than that. And Julia would get over him quickly enough, even if she decided to go ahead with having the baby. If she did that, of course, Bruce felt that it would be her own decision – and her own responsibility. The baby, no doubt, would be good-looking – just like me, he mused – and would keep her company, would give her something to do other than read those stupid magazines and have her hair styled. So getting her pregnant, really, was an act of kindness on his part, a gift.
Over the days that followed, Bruce was careful to give no indication that he had found out about Julia’s pregnancy. And Julia, for her part, did nothing to indicate that her situation had changed. They were pleasant enough to one another and they talked about much the same things that they always talked about.
They went to a party together and had some mutual friends round to the flat in Howe Street. Nothing was said, not a word, to suggest that anything had changed or would change in the future.
But then Julia announced to Bruce one morning that she had invited her father for dinner that night and that he was looking forward to meeting her new flatmate.
“He likes you already,” she said. “He told me that on the phone.”
Bruce smiled. Of course her father would like him, but surely he should have the chance to meet him first. It was typical of Julia, he thought, half-fondly: she was enthusiastic about everything.
“But he hasn’t met me yet,” Bruce pointed out. “I’m not sure if one can like somebody without meeting him first.”
Julia laughed. “But Daddy does,” she said. “I tell him all the A Confusion of Daddies at the Dinner Table 267
things you say, and he says: ‘Seems pretty sound to me.’ So, you see, he knows you quite well already.”
“Oh well,” said Bruce. “I look forward to meeting him too.
He sounds a nice guy, your old man.”
“Oh, he is,” said Julia. “He’s so kind too. He’s always been kind.”
Bruce was curious about Julia’s mother. She had never mentioned her, as he could recall, and he wondered if there was some difficulty there.
“And your mother, Julia? Is she . . . ?”
Julia looked down at the floor. “She’s dead, I’m afraid. Or we think she’s dead.”
Bruce was puzzled. “You don’t know?”
“Well, it was fairly awful,” said Julia. “They went to the Iguazu Falls in South America. They didn’t take me – I was quite young then, and I was left with my aunt in Drymen. You know, right on Loch Lomond. And . . .”
“Nice place,” said Bruce.
“Yes,” said Julia. “But they were in Argentina, you see, and . . .” She broke off.
“Oh well,” said Bruce.
Julia said nothing, and Bruce shifted in his chair. Something had obviously happened at the Iguazu Falls, but perhaps it was better not to go there, he thought, in the metaphorical sense, of course. One could always go to the Iguazu Falls but not . . .
Julia interrupted his train of thought. “I don’t really like to talk about it,” she said.
“No,” said Bruce. “But I’m really looking forward to meeting your father. I really am.”
“I’m so pleased, Brucie,” she said. “Just the four of us.”
Bruce looked up sharply. “Four?”
Julia’s eyes widened. “Did I say four? Four? I meant three, of course. Daddy, me, daddy. That’s three. That’s what I meant.”
Bruce frowned. “You counted your father twice,” he said. “You mentioned two daddies. You did.”
268 A Confusion of Daddies at the Dinner Table Julia was becoming flustered. “Oh, Brucie, you’re getting me all mixed up. What I meant was you, me, and Daddy. That makes three.”
“I see.”
“And I’m going to cook something really nice,” she said. “And you’ll have the chance to chat with Daddy.”
“About?” asked Bruce casually.
“Anything,” said Julia. “Rugby. Business. Politics. Anything you like. He’s very easy. In fact, you could talk to him about property things. You know a lot about that, being a surveyor and all. Daddy has quite a bit of commercial property.”
Bruce hesitated a moment. “Commercial property?”
“Yes,” said Julia. “You know those shops in Queensferry Street?
He has quite a few there. And George Street too. He has some there.”
“Interesting,” said Bruce.
“Not to me,” Julia said. “I find all that talk of square metres and rents and stuff like that really boring.” She paused.
“Anyway, I’m really glad that you and Daddy are going to get on so well. And now I’m going to go and start to get things ready.”
She left Bruce and went into the kitchen. He stood up and Julia’s Father Comes Straight to the Point 269
walked to the window of the flat, looking down onto Howe Street. He was very comfortable here, and Julia was not all that bad; if she went on, one could simply turn off and let it all wash over. And she was certainly attractive in her dim, rather vacuous sort of way. In fact, she was a real head-turner, now that one came to think of it, and there would be no shame involved in walking into a wine bar with her. A wine bar . . .
There were wine bars in George Street, and she had said that her father had commercial property there. It would be interesting if it turned out that he owned a wine bar. Very interesting.
80. Julia’s Father Comes Straight to the Point Julia ushered her father into the flat. “Every time I come here,” said Graeme Donald, “I find myself thinking – they really understood the need for space, those Georgians. I was in one of those new flats the other day – you know those ones down the road there. Tiny. And quite a price, too. Ridiculously expensive.”
He was a tall, well-built man with an air of easy self-assurance about him. He kissed his daughter on the cheek, almost absentmindedly, and cast a glance towards the open door of the drawing room. “In there?” he whispered. “This young man of yours?”
Julia nodded. “Yes. And you will do what we discussed? Is that all right, Daddy?”
He looked at her. “Is that what you want? Are you sure he’s the one? Because there’ll be plenty of time to be sorry if . . .”