recognised both of them: her mother Sally and Diane. She was instantly aware of the sudden social annoyance in the pit of her stomach of an unannounced guest. This was a social stumble in this city at this time. An unheralded visitor was either a debt collector or the police but was never a friend; but then she reasoned that maybe Diane had warned her, via the SMS she hadn’t read. She stopped at the front door, put her bag down, opened her phone and checked Diane’s message. A groan escaped her lips: “Got to speak to you. Coming over.” What had she done now?
As she opened the front door and stepped inside she trod on the mail, bills and advertising blurbs that should be on the hall-stand and not lying on the floor.
“Veronica! Is that you?” called out Sally, and Veronica had to smile at the desperate expectation in her mother’s voice: Sally was obviously not enjoying entertaining Diane on her own.
“Yes,” called back Veronica, “It’s me,” as she walked down the narrow hall and into the kitchen to see the two women sitting at the island bench with a pot of tea for Sally and a glass of wine for Diane. I hope you’ve bought your own wine, she thought and at the same time understanding the unkindness of it.
“So, there you are,” said Diane like an annoyed parent. She sat on a stool very erect, her ubiquitous ponytail, tied high on her head ah-la-1958, bobbing as she spoke.
“How was your day, dear?” said Sally with a grateful look on her face.
“Fine thanks. What was all that mail doing on the floor?”
“Don’t look at me dear, I rarely go down that end of the house,” said Sally, taking her teacup and saucer to the sink.
“Oh, that was me, I suppose,” said Diane. “My shoulder bag gets in the way sometimes.”
“You could’ve picked it up.”
“I’m not a person who goes through other people’s mail, Veronica.”
“I said ‘pick it up’ not ‘open it’.”
“Well, ladies, please excuse me, I’ve got things to do in the back shed,” said Sally with a tone in her voice that told Veronica she couldn’t wait to get away.
“Oh, Veronica, have you still got your mother stuck out in the back shed?” said Diane accusingly and sipping on her chardonnay.
“It’s the most luxurious back shed you have ever seen,” said Veronica paging through the mail and opening one.
“And it does me just fine. Bye now,” and Sally headed for the back door.
“But don’t you want to hear the rest of the story?”
“You’ve told me enough for one sitting, dear. My head’s still spinning. I’m sure Veronica is dying to hear all about it. I’ll come back to say goodbye,” and she was out through the back sliding doors before Diane could protest.
“Here’s the receipt for the rent on Ben’s place. Always on time. I hope they never leave. Those people are angels,” she said as she put the stack of mail down. She looked up at Diane who was looking at her with a curious face as if to say ‘I have a juicy story to tell you and you’re going on about rent payments?’ and Veronica knew she had to comply. “So, what’s happened?”
“If I didn’t know you better I’d think sometimes you were deliberately trying to put me off.”
“What do you mean?” said Veronica with as much ‘hurt’ in her voice as she could muster to cover up the truth.
“Never mind.”
“Well?” Veronica was forced to say.
“I’m being stalked!” said Diane deliciously.
“What?”
“You heard. I’m being stalked.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. Someone is following me.”
“And who would do that?”
“Jessica Dunnant.”
“Who?”
“Oh, Veronica,” said Diane as if Veronica was being deliberately perverse. “You know. Jessica Dunnant; from first year Uni; that American girl who talked as if she had a hole in the top of her nose. You know, like a chipmunk. Oh, come on! You must remember Jessica Dunnant. ‘Who stole my notes? Who was sick in my handbag? Who screwed Tom’s boyfriend? Jessica Done it! Jessica Done it? Come on! You remember!”
“OK! OK! Yes, yes, I remember. But that was decades ago. Why should Jessica Dunnant be stalking you now?”
“I don’t know! That’s the mystery. That’s what Sally and I have been trying to work out.” Diane’s eyes were as big as saucers: she was loving being the centre of a conundrum; loving the importance it gave her.
“But are you sure she’s a stalker?”
“Of course. I’m not stupid. I’ve seen her seven times in the last fortnight.”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
“That’s what I first thought too. But seven times in a fortnight?”
Veronica tried hard to keep her disbelief out of her voice but it was difficult. “Maybe you should say hello”.
“I did!”
“You spoke to her?”
“Yes. I said ‘Hi, Jessica!’”
“And?”
Diane’s face fell from its heights of suspense to ‘humdrum’ in less than a second. ”She said she didn’t know me.”
Veronica was now convinced this poor woman was not Jessica Dunnant. “So what did you say?”
“I did what any sane person would do: I said, ‘Jessica! Hello! It’s me, Diane. From the first year psych tutorials. Remember? We swotted together in the library basement.’ Nothing, she just stared at me and said that I must have got her mixed up with someone else”.
“And?”
“I said, ‘Jessica, don’t you remember?’ And still nothing.”
Veronica tried to be sensible but kind. “Is it possible she may not be Jessica Dunnant?”
“No! Veronica, it’s her! I know it’s her. We shared No-Doz! It’s her.”
Veronica didn’t quite know where to go from here. “When did you speak to her the first time?” But Diane wasn’t listening.
“No, at first, I wasn’t sure who it was. I certainly knew the face and then when I saw her the second time, it came to me. Jessica Dunnant. That’s when I went up to her and said Hi. She just looked scared. No no! She looked guilty. She definitely looked guilty.”
“Wow,” was all Veronica could say.
“I know you don’t believe me,” said Diane sipping tartly from her wineglass.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that it’s such a … strange story.”
“I know! That’s what I thought. But after the third time, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth, and the seventh, it became obvious. She’s lying!”
“Why would she lie?”
“I don’t know! That’s what’s so strange.”
“Have you discussed this with Max?”
“No. Max has got his own troubles at home, I don’t……” Suddenly Diane’s face turned to stone; her eyes grew to twice their size; and her mouth slowly fell open. She looked as if she was seeing a snake on the floor slowly crawling towards her.
“What? Diane, what?!” cried