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actually.
'Tiny hitch,' I smile at Jack, and press the new bell.
There's silence. I wait a few minutes, then try again, and again. There's no reply. OK. So…
it's not this one either.
Fuck.
I am a moron. Why didn't I check the address? I was just so sure I'd remember where it was.
'Is there a problem?' says Jack.
'No!' I say at once, and smile brightly. 'I'm just trying to recall exactly…'
I look up and down the street, trying not to panic. Which one was it? Am I going to have to
ring every single doorbell in the street? I take a few steps along the pavement, trying to trigger
my memory. And then, through an arch, I spy another alley, almost identical to this one.
I feel a huge thud of horror. Am I in the right alley, even? I dart forward and peer into the
other alley. It looks exactly the same. Rows of nondescript doors and blanked-out windows.
My heart starts to beat more quickly. What am I going to do? I can't try every single doorbell
in every bloody alley in the vicinity. It never once occurred to me that this might happen. Not
once. I never even thought to-
OK, I'm being stupid. I'll call Lissy! She'll tell me. I pull out my mobile and dial home, but
immediately it clicks onto answerphone.
'Hi, Lissy, it's me,' I say, trying to sound light and casual. 'A tiny little hitch has happened,
which is that I can't remember exactly which door the club is behind. Or actually… which
alley it's in either. So if you get this, could you give me a call? Thanks!'
I look up to see Jack watching me.
'Everything OK?'
'Just a slight glitch,' I say, and give a relaxed little laugh. 'There's this secret club along here
somewhere, but I can't quite remember where.'
'Never mind,' says Jack nicely. 'These things happen.'
I jab the number for home again, but it's engaged. Quickly I dial Lissy's mobile number, but
it's switched off.
Oh fuck. Fuck. We can't stand here in the street all night.
'Emma,' says Jack cautiously. 'Would you like me to make a reservation at-'
'No!' I jump as though stung. Jack's not going to reserve anything. I've said I'll organize this
evening, and I will. 'No thanks. It's OK.' I make a snap decision. 'Change of plan. We'll go to
Antonio's instead.'
'I could call the car…' begins Jack.
'We don't need the car!' I stride purposefully towards the main road and thank God, a taxi's
coming along with its light on. I flag it down, open the door for Jack and say to the driver,
'Hi, Antonio's on Sanderstead Road in Clapham, please.'
Hurrah. I have been grown-up and decisive and saved the situation.
'Where's Antonio's?' says Jack, as the taxi begins to speed away.
'It's a bit out of the way, in south London. But it's really nice. Lissy and I used to go there
when we lived in Wandsworth. It's got huge pine tables, and gorgeous food, and sofas and
stuff. And they never chivvy you.'
'It sounds perfect.' Jack smiles, and I smile proudly back.
OK, it should not take this long to get from Clerkenwell to Clapham. We should have got
there ages ago. I mean, it's only down the road!
After about half an hour, I lean forward and say to the driver yet again, 'Is there a problem?'
'Traffic, love.' He gives an easy shrug. 'What can you do?'
You can find a clever traffic-avoiding back route like taxi drivers are supposed to! I want to
yell furiously. But instead I say politely, 'So… how long do you think it'll be before we get
there?'
'Who knows?'
I sink back on my seat, feeling my stomach churning with frustration.
We should have gone somewhere in Clerkenwell. Or Covent Garden. I am such a moron…
'Emma, don't worry,' says Jack. 'I'm sure it'll be great when we get there.'
'I hope so,' I say with a weak smile.
I can't make small talk. I'm using every ounce of concentration in willing the taxi to go faster.
I stare out of the window, giving an inward cheer every time the postcodes on the street signs
get closer to where we want to be. SW3… SW11… SW4!
At last! We're in Clapham. Nearly there…
Shit. Another bloody red traffic light. I almost can't keep still on my seat And the driver's just
sitting there, like it doesn't matter.
OK, it's green! Go! Go now!
But he's pulling off in this leisurely way, as though we've got all day… he's chuntering down
the street… now he's giving way to another driver! What is he doing?
OK. Calm down, Emma. Here's the street. We're finally here.
'So this is it!' I say, trying to sound relaxed as we get out of the taxi. 'Sorry it took a while.'
'No problem,' says Jack. 'This place looks great!'
As I hand the fare to the taxi driver, I have to admit I'm pretty pleased we came. Antonio's
looks absolutely amazing! There are fairy lights decorating the familiar green facade, and
helium balloons tied to the canopy, and music and laughter spilling out of the open door. I can
even hear people singing inside.
'It's not normally quite this buzzing!' I say with a laugh, and head for the door. I can already
see Antonio standing just inside.
'Hi!' I say as I push the door open. 'Antonio!'
'Emma!' says Antonio, who's standing by the door holding a glass of wine. His cheeks are
flushed and he's beaming even more widely than usual. 'Bellissima!' He kisses me on each
cheek, and I feel a flood of warm relief. I was right to come here. I know the management.
They'll make sure we have a wonderful time.
'This is Jack,' I say, gri
'Jack! Wonderful to meet you!' Antonio kisses Jack on each cheek too, and I giggle.
'So, could we have a table for two?'
'Ah…' He pulls a face of regret. 'Sweetheart, we're closed!'
'What?' I stare back at him, baffled. 'But… but you're not closed. People are here!' I look
around at all the merry faces.
'It's a private party!' He raises his glass to someone across the room and shouts something in
Italian. 'My nephew's wedding. You ever meet him? Guido. He served here a few summers
ago.'
'I… I'm not sure.'
'He met a lovely girl at the law school. You know, he's qualified now. You ever need legal
advice…'
'Thanks. Well… congratulations.'
'I hope the party goes well,' says Jack, and squeezes my arm briefly. 'Never mind, Emma, you
couldn't have known.'
'Darling, I'm sorry!' says Antonio, seeing my face. 'Another night, I'll give you the best table
we have. You call in advance, you let me know…'
'I'll do that,' I manage a smile. 'Thanks, Antonio.'
I can't even look at Jack. I dragged him all the way down to bloody Clapham for this.
I have to redeem this situation. Quickly.
'We'll go to the pub,' I say as soon as we're outside on the pavement. 'I mean, what's wrong
with just sitting down with a nice drink?'
'Sounds good,' says Jack mildly, and follows me as I hurry down the street to a sign reading
The Nag's Head, and push the door open. I've never been in this pub before, but surely it's
bound to be fairly-
OK. Maybe not.
This has to be the grimmest pub I've ever seen in my life. Threadbare carpet, no music, and
with no signs of life except a single man with a paunch.
I ca
'Right!' I say, swinging the door shut again, 'Let's think again.' I quickly look up and down the
street, but apart from Antonio's everything is shut except for a couple of grotty takeaway
places and a minicab firm. 'Well… let's just grab a taxi and head back to town!' I say, with a
kind of shrill brightness. 'It won't take too long.'