I leaf through the rest of the pictures, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I remember this place now. The park we used to go to, with swings and slides. But it was too boring for Kerry, and I desperately wanted to be like her, so I said it was boring too, and we never went again.
'Knock knock!' I look up with a start, and Kerry's standing at the door, holding her glass of wine. 'Lunch is ready!'
'Thanks,' I say. 'We're just coming.'
'Now, Gramps!' Kerry wags her finger reprovingly at Grandpa, and gestures at the packing cases. 'Haven't you got anywhere with this lot yet?'
'It's difficult,' I hear myself saying defensively. 'There are a lot of memories in here. You can't just throw them out.'
'If you say so.' Kerry rolls her eyes. 'If it were me, the whole lot'd go in the bin.'
I cannot cherish her. I cannot do it. I want to throw my treacle tart at her.
We've been sitting round the table now for forty minutes and the only voice we've heard is Kerry's.
'It's all about image,' she's saying now. 'It's all about the right clothes, the right look, the right walk. When I walk along the street, the message I give the world is "I am a successful woman".'
'Show us!' says Mum admiringly.
'Well.' Kerry gives a false-modest smile. 'Like this.' She pushes her chair back and wipes her mouth with her napkin.
'You should watch this, Emma,' says Mum. 'Pick up a few tips!'
As we all watch, Kerry starts striding round the room. Her chin is raised, her boobs are sticking out, her eyes are fixed on the middle distance, and her bottom is jerking from side to side.
She looks like a cross between an ostrich and one of the androids in Attack of the Clones.
'I should be in heels, of course,' she says, without stopping.
'When Kerry goes into a conference hall, I tell you, heads turn,' says Nev proudly, and takes a sip of wine. 'People stop what they're doing and stare at her!'
I bet they do.
Oh God. I want to giggle. I mustn't. I mustn't.
'Do you want to have a go, Emma?' says Kerry. 'Copy me?'
'Er … I don't think so,' I say. 'I think I probably … picked up the basics.'
Suddenly I give a tiny snort and turn it into a cough.
'Kerry's trying to help you, Emma!' says Mum. 'You should be grateful! You are good to Emma, Kerry.'
She beams fondly at Kerry, who simpers back. And I take a swig of wine.
Yeah, right. Kerry really wants to help me.
That's why when I was completely desperate for a job and asked her for work experience at her company, she said no. I wrote her this long, careful letter, saying I realized it put her in an awkward situation, but I'd really appreciate any chance, even a couple of days running errands.
And she sent back a standard rejection letter.
I was so totally mortified, I never told anyone. Especially not Mum and Dad.
'You should listen to some of Kerry's business tips, Emma,' Dad is saying sharply. 'Maybe if you paid more attention you'd do a bit better in life.'
'It's only a walk,' quips Nev with a chortle. 'It's not a miracle cure!'
'Nev!' says Mum half reprovingly.
'Emma knows I'm joking, don't you, Emma?' says Nev easily and fills up his glass with more wine.
'Of course!' I say, forcing myself to smile gaily.
Just wait till I get promoted.
Just wait. Just wait.
'Emma! Earth to Emma!' Kerry is waving a comical hand in front of my face. 'Wake up, Dopey! We're doing presents.'
'Oh right,' I say, coming to. 'OK. I'll just go and get mine.'
As Mum opens a camera from Dad and a purse from Grandpa, I start to feel excited. I so hope Mum likes my present.
'It doesn't look much,' I say as I hand her the pink envelope. 'But you'll see when you open it …'
'What can it be?' Mum says, looking intrigued. She rips open the envelope, opens the flowered card, and stares at it. 'Oh, Emma!'
'What is it?' says Dad.
'It's a day at a spa!' says Mum in delight. 'A whole day of pampering.'
'What a good idea,' says Grandpa, and pats my hand. 'You always have good ideas for presents, Emma.'
'Thank you, love. How thoughtful!' Mum leans over to kiss me, and I feel a warm glow inside. I had the idea a few months ago. It's a really nice day-long package, with free treatments and everything.
'You get champagne lunch,' I say eagerly. 'And you can keep the slippers!'
'Wonderful!' says Mum. 'I'll look forward to it. Emma, that's a lovely present!'
'Oh dear,' says Kerry, giving a little laugh. She looks at the large creamy envelope in her own hands. 'My present's slightly upstaged, I'm afraid. Never mind. I'll change it.'
I look up, alert. There's something about Kerry's voice. I know something's up. I just know it.
'What do you mean?' says Mum.
'It doesn't matter,' says Kerry. 'I'll just … find something else. Not to worry.' She starts to put the envelope away in her bag.
'Kerry, love!' says Mum. 'Stop that! Don't be silly. What is it?'
'Well,' says Kerry. 'It's just that Emma and I seem to have had the same idea.' She hands Mum the envelope with another little laugh. 'Can you believe it?'
My whole body stiffens in apprehension.
No.
No. She can't have done what I think she's done.
There's complete silence as Mum opens the envelope.
'Oh my goodness!' she says, taking out a gold embossed brochure. 'What's this? Le Spa Meridien?' Something falls out, into her hands, and she stares at it. 'Tickets to Paris? Kerry!'
She has. She's ruined my present.
'For both of you,' adds Kerry, a little smugly. 'Uncle Brian, too.'
'Kerry!' says Dad in delight. 'You marvel!'
'It is supposed to be rather good,' says Kerry with a complacent smile. 'Five-star accommodation … the chef has three Michelin stars …'
'I don't believe this,' says Mum. She's leafing excitedly through the brochure. 'Look at the swimming pool! Look at the gardens!'