Page 55 of A Winter in New York

I discoveredSchitt’s Creeknot long after arriving in New York. The beloved Rose family felt like a safe gang to hang out with until I was strong enough to face the world again. Sometimes I’d leave it on low all night in the background, just so I’d see familiar faces if I woke up in a cold sweat.

“My mom watches that,” she says.

Way to make me feel ancient, Jade,I think. Coupled with her jerk boyfriend calling me “grandma,” I might need to invest in a decent night cream.

“Does she know what’s been going on?”

She shakes her head. “She’s a nurse. She doesn’t need my shit on top of everything else she has to deal with.”

What I hear is that Jade loves her mum and I want to tell her to talk to her, to make the most of their time together while she can, but I think I’ve handed out enough unsolicited advice for one day.

“Want me to walk with you?” I say, sensing she’s ready to go.

She shakes her head. “I’m good.”

Back on the sidewalk, she lingers before walking away. “Thank you for…you know. For stopping.”

“That’s okay,” I say.

She nods and walks off, quickly swallowed by the day, and I duck into a quiet café. I hope I made a difference. I hope I’ve altered the course of events for Jade, and that in time she might pay it forward and do the same for someone else, who in turn might form another link in the chain.

There wasn’t a have-a-go superhero around when I needed one. I did it alone, and I see now that all of the effort I’ve put in from that day to this one will be for nothing if I’m unable to take my own advice. Am Ireallyprepared to allow Adam to sit thousands of miles away and pull the strings of my life for his own perverse kicks? I know how his mind works. He’ll have been keeping a regular eye out for me online, sure that I was flailing miserably somewhere in London. He must have been boiling in a vat of his own vitriolic pisswhen he found me performing onstage in New York. Bobby was right, I should never have responded to his message, but the added complication of Bella backed me into a corner, cowed. I’m not cowed anymore. I pull my phone out and open messages.

Hey Bells! Great to see the video has so many views—in your face, Ellen Connelly! By the way, someone contacted me through you—a guy, he’s trying to organize a school reunion, bleurgh! I’m going to say no—so glad I’m in a different country as a good excuse. I’m sorry he messaged you, he was always a bit random! If he messages you again, could you do me a big favor and just ignore it? He probably won’t, but just in case—block and delete! See you soon xx

There. Another link in the chain soldered into place. Eat glass, Adam Bronson.

23.

Robin has whisked Bobby awayon an overnight surprise. It’s the first time I’ve been properly alone in the building and it feels kind of weird. Even the cat’s deserted me. I’ve splashed out on a decent steak and a bottle of red, an impulse buy on the way back from my stint as a superhero earlier. I’m just about to warm the griddle pan when someone presses the buzzer down on the street. I go perfectly still.Is he here? Has he jumped straight on a plane and tracked me down?I tiptoe to the rain-spattered window and peer around the edge of the frame, hoping he won’t look up as I look down. He does, and I almost slump against the glass in relief.Gio.I pull up the sash.

“Special delivery,” he shouts, his face turned up into the rain. He’s holding a box in his arms. “Can I come up?”

I slam the window shut and buzz him in.

“You must have some serious muscles to have carried this thing to the gelateria,” he says, rainwater spiking his dark lashes as he stands in my doorway. “It weighs a ton.”

My gelato maker has come home at last.

“I’m stronger than I look,” I say, a glass of wine down and full of bravado.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh. Yes, yes.” I step aside to let him put the box on the kitchen work surface.

He looks at me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders lifted high around his ears. “Look, you can tell me I’m wrong here if you want, Iris, but I don’t think you meant the things you said this morning.”

I bite my lip because all I want to do is tell him how right he is, and he fills my silence with words.

“Monday nights and all my mornings will be too lonely without you.” He reaches into the box and pulls out a paper bag. “I got you something.”

I’m so entirely charmed by this man. I take the bag and look inside.

“You went back to the Christmas store,” I say softly, dangling the glittered silver whisk ornament from my fingers.

“And you know how much I hated it in there,” he says.

“I remember.”

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