The Husband’s Secret

picked up the butter knife. She and her mother and Liam were sitting in the backyard in the morning sun drinking tea and eating toasted hot cross buns. Tess’s mother was wearing her pink quilted dressing-gown over her nightie and Tess and Liam were wearing their pyjamas.
    The day had started out suitably dour for a Good Friday but had suddenly changed its mind and decided to twirl about and show off its autumn colours after all. There was a brisk, flirty breeze and the sun was pouring through the leaves of her mother’s flame tree.
    ‘Mum?’ said Liam with his mouth full.
    ‘Mmm?’ said Tess. She held her face up to the sun, her eyes closed. She felt peaceful and sleepy. There had been more sex last night in Connor’s apartment after they’d come back from the beach. It was even more spectacular than the previous night. He had certain skills that were really quite . . . outstanding. Had he read a book perhaps? Will hadnever read that book. It was curious how last week sex was just a pleasant semiregular pastime she never really thought about. And now, this week, it was all-consuming, as if it were all that really mattered about life, as if these moments in between sexual encounters were irrelevant, not really living.
    She felt like she was becoming addicted to Connor and the particular curve of his upper lip and the breadth of his shoulders and his -
    ‘Mum!’ said Liam again.
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘When are –’
    ‘Finish what’s in your mouth.’
    ‘When are Daddy and Felicity coming? For Easter?’
    Tess opened her eyes and glanced at her mother, who raised her eyebrows.
    ‘I’m not sure,’ she said to Liam. ‘I have to talk to them. They might have to work.’
    ‘They can’t work at Easter! I want to see Dad headbutt my rabbit egg.’
    Somehow they’d started the somewhat violent Easter Sunday tradition of beginning the day with the ceremonial headbutting of a chocolate Easter bunny. Will and Liam both found the poor bunny’s caved-in face to be hysterically funny.
    ‘Well,’ said Tess. She had no idea what to do about Easter. Was there any point in putting on a happy-family show for Liam’s benefit? They weren’t good enough actors. He’d see right through it. Nobody would expect that of her, surely?
    Unless she invited Connor? Sit on his lap like a teenage schoolgirl proving to her ex-boyfriend that she’d moved on to no less than the muscly armed school jock? She could ask him to roar up on his bike. He could do the headbutting of Liam’s chocolate rabbit. He could out-headbutt Will.
    ‘We’ll call Daddy later on,’ she told Liam. Her peaceful feeling had vanished.
    ‘Let’s call him now!’ He ran inside the house.
    ‘No!’ said Tess, but he’d gone.
    ‘Dearie me,’ sighed her mother, putting down her hot cross bun.
    ‘I don’t know what to do,’ began Tess, but Liam came running straight back with her mobile phone in his outstretched hand. It beeped with a text message as he went to hand it over.
    ‘Is that a message from Dad?’ said Liam.
    Tess grabbed for the phone in panic. ‘No. I don’t know. Let me see.’
    The message was from Connor. Thinking of you. xx Tess smiled. As soon as she read it, the phone beeped again.
    ‘This one is probably from Dad!’ Liam bounced in front of her on the balls of his feet as if he were playing soccer.
    Tess read the text. It was another one from Connor. It’s a good kite day if you want to bring Liam up to the oval for a quick run. I’ll supply the kite! (But understand if you think it’s not a good idea.)
    ‘They’re not from your dad,’ Tess said to Liam. ‘They’re from Mr Whitby. You know. Your new PE teacher.’
    Liam looked blank. Lucy cleared her throat.
    ‘Mr Whitby,’ said Tess again. ‘You had him for –’
    ‘Why is he texting you?’ said Liam.
    ‘Are you going to finish your hot cross bun, Liam?’ asked Lucy.
    ‘Mr Whitby is actually an old friend of mine,’ said Tess. ‘Remember how I saw him in the school office? I knew him years ago. Before you were born.’
    ‘Tess,’ said her mother. There was a warning note in her voice.
    ‘What?’ said Tess irritably. Why shouldn’t she tell Liam that Connor was an old friend? What was the harm in that?
    ‘Does Daddy know him too?’ said Liam.
    Children seemed so clueless about grown-up relationships, and then all of a sudden they’d say something like that, something that showed that on some level they understood everything.
    ‘No,’ said Tess.