Cathy Glass - The Girl in the Mirror

M andy woke with a start. The room was not as it should be; she could sense it. Something had woken her something close and imminent. Something wrong? She raised her head and looked around. The room was empty, as it should be. Adam had gone and although he had a key he would never use it without asking her first.

Yet something had disturbed her. It was too early for her to wake naturally. The room wasnt properly light yet, and even the weakest of suns came through the thin and faded curtains. And the street noise filtering through the ill-fitting Victorian sash windows of her bedsitting room suggested very early morning. Mandy turned on to her side and reached over the edge of the bed for her phone. Bringing it to her eyes she peered at the time: 6.29 a.m.

What sounded like hailstones landed against the window and she guessed it was the hail that had woken her. Another wet day, she thought, and to make it worse shed argued with Adam. She closed her eyes again and hoped the day would go away. No rain followed the hail. She heard a car door slam and the engine start, and a lone police siren in the distance. Then another blast of hail.

A pattern of sound began to emerge as Mandy lay enfolded in her duvet, eyes closed, trying to keep the day at bay. A blast of hail, sand-like against the window, then silence, then another blast of hail. It gradually occurred to her in the half-light of her thoughts and consciousness that the pattern of noise was too regular, too neatly spaced to be hail. She decided it was more likely to be Nick from the attic flat, having locked himself out. As hed done once before he was now throwing gravel against her window to wake her to let him in, rather than pressing the main doorbell and incurring the wrath of the whole house six residents in self-contained bedsits, or studio flats as the landlord liked to call them.

Why Nick didnt secrete a spare front-door key in the garden, as she had done, Mandy didnt know, but would shortly ask. She knew he had a spare key for the door to his room hidden not very imaginatively under the mat outside his door, but that key was obviously useless if he couldnt get in the outer door first. It crossed her mind to leave him there a while longer to teach him a lesson. But Nick had been helpful in the past changing a light-bulb for her which had rusted into its socket, and disposing of a large spider lodged in a crevice of the window and out of her reach. Living this semi-communal existence had one advantage, she thought: they helped each other; that, and it went with the bohemian lifestyle shed chosen to try and make it as an artist.

With a sigh Mandy left the warmth of her duvet and felt the cold air bite as she crossed the room to the bay window. One of the disadvantages of this lifestyle, she quickly acknowledged, was that feeding the electricity meter for heating had to be discretionary almost a luxury. Easing back one of the curtains she looked down on to the front path to check it was Nick and not their local down-and-out hoping for a hot drink and a bed, as had happened once before. From her first-floor room she had a clear view over the front garden and path. The only place she couldnt see was the porch where Nick must now be, for the path and garden were empty.

She continued to look down, waiting for Nick to reappear. A moment later a man stepped from the porch and stooped to pick up more gravel. It wasnt Nick but her father!

What! Mandy exclaimed out loud, and tapped on the window to catch his attention. Whatever was he doing here?

Arrested half into the act of picking up another handful of gravel, her father looked up and, seeing her, straightened. He mouthed something she didnt understand, then he pointed to the front door and she nodded.

Dropping the curtain, she crossed the room and pulled her kimono dressing gown from the top of the dressing screen. What the hell? she thought again as she tied the kimono over her pyjama shorts and T-shirt. Her parents hadnt been anywhere near her bedsit (or her bohemian lifestyle, come to that) since shed taken a year off from teaching art to follow her dream of becoming an artist and paint full time. Now, here was her father, throwing gravel at her window to wake her at 6.30 a.m.! Shrugging off the last of her sleep she realized with a stab of panic something had to be wrong, badly wrong. And given it was her father who was here and not her mother, something must have happened to her mother!

Mandys heart raced as she ran down the threadbare carpet of the wide Victorian staircase. Arriving in the hall she turned the doorknob and heaved open the massive oak front door. Mum? she gasped, searching his face. His expression seemed to confirm her worst fears.

No, your mothers fine, he said sombrely. Im afraid its your grandpa, Amanda. Hes taken a turn for the worse.

Oh

He has left hospital and has gone to your aunts. I am going there now.

Oh, oh, I see, she said, relief that her mother was safe and well quickly turning to anxiety that dear Grandpa was very ill.

I thought, as youre not working, youd like to come with me, her father continued. Your mother prefers not to go while Grandpas staying at your aunts.

This came as no surprise to Mandy for, while her mother got on well with her in-laws, ten years previously thered been what her father had called a situation, which had resulted in her parents severing all contact with Aunt Evelyn, Mandys fathers sister, and Evelyns family. Now, ten years on, and with no contact in the interim, her father was going to his estranged sisters house! Mandy knew he would never have gone had his father not been ill and staying there; and her mother was still refusing to go.

Yes, Ill come, Mandy said quickly. Id like to. I didnt realize Grandpa was so ill.

Neither did I. Your aunt phoned late last night.

As he came in and Mandy closed the door behind him, she tried to picture the stilted conversation that must have taken place between her father and his sister their first conversation in ten years. She wondered if her mother had spoken to her sister-in-law and decided probably not.