got nothing, so I clear my throat and blurt: âPip. Sorry I snapped at you. Iâ¦Iâve been an utter prick since weâve been here.â
She puts her book down. Gives me a part grin, part grimace. âThanks, Dan. And Iâm sorry forâ¦interfering. I canât quite get it right.â
âGet what right? What are you talkingâ¦what are you trying to get right?â
She frowns. âItâs hard to explain. Iâm tryingâ¦I want to be supportiveâbe there for youâbut itâs more than that. Itâs bigger. Itâs something Iâve been struggling with since Dad died. I donât expect you to understand, Dan. Iâm not even sure Iâve got my head around itâ¦I probably sound like a complete tosser.â
âGot your head around what? Pip?â
âThat you need compassion, okay, no matter how much of a shit youâre being.â She sighs. âWe all need it⦠every one of us, because weâre all the same, all dying, all going through the same stuff.â
I stutter. âWeâreâ¦weâre what?â
Pip turns to face me. Is she checking whether Iâm taking the piss? I stare back at her, trying not to look as rattled as I feel.
âForget it, okay?â she says, shaking her head. âI didnât mean to go all school-counsellor on you. Youâve probably had enough of that since the accident. Shit, I didnât mean to remind you of the accident. Forget I mentioned it. I donât expect youâ¦or anyone elseâ¦â
Her voice fades into silence as my brain scrolls backwards, searching for the words that jolted me out of orbit.
âPipâ¦I want to know, please, what do you mean by âWeâre all dyingâ?â
She pauses, still cautious. âItâs from The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying . Itâ¦helped me make sense of stuff when Dad was sick. The Tibetans say the only thing all humans have in common is that weâre dying from the moment weâre bornâ¦just at different speeds, I guess. So weâre supposed to have compassion for everyone, even people we donât like, because weâre all going through the same thing. Weâre all grieving because we know this life will end one day.â
I donât know what to say. Pip watches me, probably bracing herself for a smartarse reply. Then she turns away, kneading her forehead with her fingers. âLook, itâs not for everyone, okay. I just needed to find a way⦠of thinking about what happened to Dad.â
Iâm grasping for a response when Mel and Hiroshi skip around the corner of the cottage. âDid you guys see the sea eagle?â Mel drags Pip to her feet and the three of them dart up the path towards the lighthouse. I gather together Pipâs novel and discarded jumper and make my way into the cottage.
Iâm grieving and dying? I might have to sit with that thought for a while.
Dusk tumbles into darkness as Hiroshi and Pip team up to create an awesome vegetable curry for dinner. Itâs so good that I barely notice the absence of meat.
Dadâs left a bottle of champagne in the fridge with a note curled around the neck and held in place with a rubber band. I pull it free and translate his scrawl: Well done on a great year at school, guys. Play safe. Then, in Mumâs handwriting: If youâre going to drink, please do so responsibly. DO NOT let Hiroshi drink and drive.
Sometimes I wonder what planet my parents are from. Ever since we turned sixteen theyâve been weirdly liberal about drinking, even offering half-glasses of wine at family dinners when the mood strikes them. The funny thing is, neither of us likes it that much. Mel rarely drinks because sheâs training and me, well, once bittenâ¦
Tonightâs an exception though. I want to chill out and forget a few things and Iâm grateful to have the company. Mel gives a whoop and the champagne cork
James Patterson, Michael Ledwidge