Bang Gang (12 page)

“Well, congratulations
!” I said. “And I’m touched by the gesture, but that money’s yours. You should spend it on you.” I gestured to her own pile of maybes back in the changing room.

“Don’t like them,” she lied. “I think I’ll probably need to lose a couple of inches first.”

“Whatever, Tonya.” I laughed. “I know you’re trying to save me and all that, and I appreciate it, I really do. I appreciate it more than you
could ever know, truly, but I’m not taking that money from you. No way.” I yanked back the clothes before she could protest. “I’ll get the bodycon dress, as a one-off ridiculous splurge, and I’ll wear it on a night out. You can buy me a drink or two with your winnings, deal?”

“Not really,” she said. She fumbled in her handbag pulled out a handful of notes. A big handful. “I already got the cash out. I wanted to give it to you.”

I felt a strange tickle of gratitude in my chest, but I forced it aside. I took her hand, pushed that cash back in her purse. “No,” I said. “Thank you, but no. Spend it on you, please. You deserve it more than I do.” I smiled. “My lucky day will come. Maybe I should get a scratch card myself, eh? Maybe we’re onto a winning streak?”

She looked thoroughly fucking mortified. “Please don’t do this,” she said. “Those clothes look amazing on you. I know you want them. I know you feel good in them, I can see it written all over you.”

“They’re only clothes!” I said. I ignored my pained heart. “It doesn’t matter, Tonya. I got my hair done. That’s a start, right?”

“Please, Jodie.” She stared right at me. “I want to do this.”

I closed my eyes, shook my head. By the time I opened them again I was as strong as steel. “And
I
really want you to spend the money on
you
.”

I hung the rejected items on the
no
rack and made an exit, but every step towards the register and the inevitable exit beyond grew harder. My mind went to the forbidden zone, to that extra card in my purse, the one I never use. The one I’ve never even considered using, not since Darren and I nearly came to blows over my plans to use it for Disneyland for the kids.

No
, he’d said.
No fucking way, Jodie. We’ll find a way to pay for Disney ourselves. This isn’t what that money’s for. This isn’t what Pops meant it to be for!

I checked in my purse and there it was, the pristine plastic tucked cosily behind my standard dog-eared debit card. I pulled it out and rubbed it between my fingers, got a feel for it.

Tonya saw me and sucked in breath. “Pop Pop’s money?!” She nodded. “Oh yes. Yes! This definitely counts! One hundred percent!” She tugged me back to the changing rooms and I had to dig my heels in to slow down.

“I don’t know,” I said. “The will said it was for me only. For
experiences of a lifetime
.” I gestured to the clothes. “I’m really not sure this counts. It’s just some clothes. Pops worked hard for that money… I don’t want to waste it…” Tears pricked at the thought, at the memory of having the five grand transferred to my savings account and knowing it was his final gift. His instructions had been clear.

This is for Jodie, and Jodie only. It is to be spent on life. On living the dream. On the experiences of a lifetime, just for her, courtesy of old Pop Pop.

Tonya squeezed my arm, squeezed it hard. “Pops would count this as living,” she said. “Pops would know how hard you’ve worked, how hard you’ve tried, know everything you’ve sacrificed to bring those girls up.” She smiled, and she was sad, too. “It’s your time,” she said. “The time you find yourself again. This
is
an experience of a lifetime.” She sighed. “Please, Jo, if you’re not going to let me buy these clothes for you, then at least let Pops do it. I know he’d want to.”

I looked at the clothes again, and she was right. He would want to. I know he would.

“I feel good in them,” I mumbled to myself. “It’s so nice to feel good again.” I looked at the scarlet top, remembered how amazing I’d felt in it. “Maybe this really
is
the experience of a lifetime – finding myself again after all this time. Maybe it’s the start of a whole new world.”

Tonya nodded. “Definitely.”

Could I do this?

I weighed it up, back and forth. I mean, once I’d started spending it, would I be able to stop? It’s a slippery slope, right? This
living
. I’d got used to scrimping and saving, used to making do and putting the kids first, putting Nanna first, putting the essentials first. The non-essentials, too, just so long as they weren’t for me.

Moment of truth and I let my heart make the call. I walked quickly, quickly enough that my frugal, responsible self couldn’t step in and trash the whole thing for me. I handed the clothes over at the register and presented the card with a flourish.

I keyed in the numbers I’d memorised by heart and waited for the transaction to go through.

It went through
just fine.

Tonya said very little as we exited the store. I don’t think she could quite believe it.

She was even more surprised when I walked a circuit back through our previous locations for the rest of the
maybe-I’ll-come-back-for-thems
too.

Living
sure felt good.

“I didn’t spend much of it, not really,” I justified as Tonya and I piled through my front door.

She dropped her bags in the hallway next to mine. “
I
know that. It’s
you
who’s having the
problem with it.”

Not a problem enough to take any of the items back, nor the cute little owl tunics I’d picked up for the girls, either. Or the plum silk headscarf I’d grabbed for Nanna. We could all
live
a little today, push the boat
out.

“Wine?” I asked. “Just the one. A girly end to our girly day.” I checked the clock, Darren would be bringing the girls back any time now. My stomach flipped at the thought. Ridiculous. Like he hadn’t brought them home a million times before in the past seven years.

But not when I’ve had a freshly chopped, dark-cherry bob and a full face of makeup
.

I grabbed a couple of glasses and asked Nanna if she was joining us.
No,
she said after gushing about my hair awhile.
She only drinks on special occasions. Christmas and birthdays and Sundays. Sometimes a Saturday too.
She was about to watch
Question King
anyway. She’d leave us girls to it.

Girls. I loved the way she still called us that.

Tonya let out a sigh, dropped into a seat at the dining table and held up her glass. “To new beginnings.”

I laughed. “To cherry-red haircuts, and gangbanging mechanics.” I paused. “And to Pops.”

“To Pops,” Tonya agreed.

We clinked glasses and took a healthy swig. I kicked back in the chair opposite, cast aside my heels and let my aching feet breathe.

“So,” Tonya said, and she had that mischievous look I’d come to know so well over the years. “Since every other horny bitch in the village is chomping at the clit for some
Bang Gang
servicing, where do you sit on it?”

I almost spat my wine out. “Sorry?!”

She scoffed at me. “Jodie Symmonds, like I don’t know you. Don’t even try and tell me you haven’t thought about it, no matter how pissed off you are.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, but my cheeks were scorching.

She laughed. “I knew it.” Her grin was wide. “Bodywand? Many times over, right? Was it about Trent? He featured, right?”

“Shh!” I chided. “Nanna!” But Nanna was well out of earshot and I knew it.

Tonya’s eyes twinkled. “If it’s good enough for Mandy big-gob Taylor and the rest of the village, why not?”

“Because…” I began. “Because… Darren… because the girls…” I lowered my voice. “Because it’s been ages, I might have forgotten what the fuck I’m supposed to do.” I let out a giggle. “It’s probably bloody healed up by now. I’m a reborn virgin.” I smirked to myself. “Brian wasn’t exactly… adventurous.”

She groaned. “Brian was such a boring douchebag. Fuck knows how you even ended up with that loser.”

“You know how I ended up with him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know the version you told me at the time.”

I smiled. “Internet dating, like I said.”

“Boring Dudes dot com?”

Oh my poor cheeks at the thought of the real story. Me looking for some casual hook-ups to finally get me over Darren, looking for guys who could fuck me senseless and make me feel like a woman again. Risky guys. Wild guys. Guys who’d make me bow-legged and exhausted for
days to come. Only I’d found the safe option. Mr Thirty-grand Salary. Mr Respectable. Mr Safe As Fucking Houses.

Mr Fucking Dull.

Tonya leaned in. “The thing
I never quite got,” she said. “And I can ask you this now, since you’re…”

“Since I’m..?”

She looked me up and down. “Since you’re…
you
again. I just never got the move from someone like Darren to someone like Brian. I mean, you and Darren were…
intense.
”

“Humping like fucking rabbits, you mean?” I laughed.

“Like rabbits on Viagra.” She downed some more of her wine. “I remember the shit you two used to get up to. Getting it on in Mary Hart’s garden, while her parents were manning the barbeque… that time
you disappeared in the Drum’s loo and the whole fucking pool team could hear you… Sucking his dick in the back of
Buck’s car on the way to Jenna Ward’s birthday bash…”

I couldn’t help but smile at the memories. “A
long
time ago.”

“Maybe not
so
long ago.” She tipped her glass in my direction. “You’d have loved this Bang
Gang crap then, just for the wildness of it. I know you would’ve.”

I kept it coy. “
Maybe
.”

“So, what’s different? Like I said, if it’s good enough for Mandy bloody Taylor, it’s more than good enough for you.”

I waved her suggestion aside. “Why don’t
you
have a go, if you’re so sure it’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes. “Like I have either the cash or the inclination. Trent and Buck are like fucking brothers to me
. One million percent friend-zoned.”

“And Petey, and Hugh and Jimmy O?”

She grinned. “Maybe Hugh and Jimmy O. I hear Petey’s not up to all that much.”

“How would you…” I questioned, but the answer was obvious. I smirked, and so did she, and we said it in unison.

“Mandy. Fucking. Taylor.”

We were still laughing when the front door thumped its trademark thump into the wall. The regular Ruby entrance. She’d bang it off its hinges one of these days.

I composed myself as she came bounding through, a caked-on oil smear across her cheek. Standard. Mia followed a lot more meekly, dropped herself into the seat beside me. They pulled and prodded my hair, full of giddy compliments.

“Did you girls have fun?” I asked, grabbing them both in for a kiss. I rubbed at Ruby’s cheek and she pulled a face.

“They’ve eaten,” a voice called from the kitchen doorway, and the moment I’d been anticipating was upon me. Darren dropped their schoolbags on the floor by the fridge, and then his eyes met mine, and widened.

“Granny T cooked us stew,” Ruby told me. “She put carrots in it and made me eat them. Urgh.”

“That’s lovely,” I said. “Granny T makes a lovely stew, even if it does have carrots in it. I hope you said thank you.”

She nodded, but I wasn’t convinced, and right then I didn’t have the resolve to push it. My parenting goals had frittered away to nothing and I was burning under Darren’s stare, that low simmer behind his eyes scorching me alive. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, not even close, not even after all this time, but my heart was racing, my skin prickling.