Needed: Full-Time Father. Carol Marinelli

her tongue firmly in her cheek. ‘With a hot-looking lesbian I met. Of course with a man!’

      ‘I’m sorry.’ Madison gave an embarrassed laugh. ‘I had no idea you were seeing anyone.’

      ‘I’m not—at least not yet. It’s our first date and if I ask Mum to babysit she’s going to read a million and one things into it. It’s just easier not to say anything at this stage.’

      ‘So, what’s he like?’ Madison asked. ‘How did you meet him?’

      At the school playground, of all places.’ Helen giggled. ‘He’s a single dad. He just moved to the area. His wife died. Ages ago,’ Helen added hastily. ‘So he’s got no baggage.’

      ‘My husband died ages ago,’ Madison reminded her, ‘and I’m still paying excess.’

      ‘But you’re so-o complicated,’ Helen teased.

      ‘If you’re over thirty, you’ve got baggage,’ Madison said dryly. ‘So, does this single dad with zero baggage have a name?’

      ‘Matthew.’

      ‘A job?’

      ‘He’s a carpenter.’

      ‘How many kids?’

      ‘One.’ Helen gave a tiny shudder. ‘Thank God. Imagine if he had triplets?’

      ‘Perish the thought,’ Madison said, pulling a face. ‘So where’s your man taking you?’

      ‘I don’t know.’ Helen beamed. ‘He just said to wear smart-casual.’

      ‘Which could mean anything,’ Madison warned. ‘You should have seen what Guy turned up in today. Jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt. And when I told him to get changed, all he did was put on a name badge.’ To her utter indignation Helen started to laugh. ‘It’s not funny,’ Madison snapped.

      ‘Oh, but it is.’ Helen giggled. ‘Given what a stickler you are for uniforms!’

      ‘I am not,’ Madison replied hotly. ‘I just like to look smart.’ Helen raised a very knowing eyebrow, which Madison badly wanted to ignore but found she couldn’t. ‘It makes the patients feel more secure to see a well-presented staff member. A doctor rocking up to the bedside in jeans hardly inspires confidence.’

      ‘Well, if I were a patient, I wouldn’t give a damn what the doctor was wearing,’ Helen mused. ‘So long as he knew what he was doing and could actually manage to look me in the eye and talk to me on occasions. There are plenty of doctors in thousand-dollar suits with the most appalling bedside manner.’

      ‘Perhaps,’ Madison reluctantly conceded.

      ‘Is he good-looking?’ Helen asked, and Madison wished she hadn’t. In fact, she dearly wanted this conversation to be over.

      ‘I guess,’ Madison answered tartly. ‘If you like the “just got out of bed and bypassed the shower” look.’

      ‘Oh, but I do.’ Helen giggled. ‘Is he single?’

      ‘I didn’t ask.’ Madison bristled. ‘But from what Gerard told me, I’d assume so. He’s completely irresponsible—apparently he’d only commit to six months with the department.’

      ‘Hardly a hanging offence,’ Helen said laughingly, but Madison didn’t join in.

      ‘Gerard told me that when he appointed him, Guy had spent most of his medical career travelling the world, gaining experience. Which is fine and everything, but it hardly paints him as the most reliable of men!’

      ‘He must be rich, though, if he can afford to turn down a decent job.’

      ‘Money isn’t everything,’ Madison said tartly.

      ‘He sounds perfectly lovely,’ Helen sighed. ‘Maybe we can double date.’

      ‘I’m fully booked this century,’ Madison snapped. And given Helen wasn’t going to move, she made herself busy, slicing cucumber for the salad and putting on a pan of water for the rice. Even though the conversation had ended a good couple of minutes ago, Madison found herself reviving it. ‘Believe me, Guy Boyd would be the last person I’d date.’

      ‘Perhaps.’ Helen smiled, not rising to Madison’s rather brittle tone. ‘But have you ever thought of getting back out there?’

      ‘Out where?’ Madison asked, knowing perfectly well what Helen meant but deliberately stalling her.

      ‘Dating, Madison,’ Helen said. ‘It’s been five years since Mark died…’

      ‘And it’s taken me nearly all of them to get back on my feet,’ Madison pointed out. ‘I used the words “free spirit” affectionately when I first met Mark,’ Madison said. ‘I thought it was fun to follow your heart, live for today. I really believed Mark when he said that tomorrow would take care of itself. But unlike Mark, having a baby made me grow up, having a baby meant that I did start thinking about tomorrow…’

      ‘Madison, I know you’ve been hurt…’ Standing up, Helen checked the door was closed. ‘Heaven knows, you’ve got every reason to be wary, but there are some good guys out there.’

      ‘How do you know that?’ Madison’s words were as confused as they were angry. ‘I’m doing OK. Emily and I are doing just fine by ourselves!’ She shook her head, not at all ready to go there after such an emotionally charged day. ‘Can we drop it?’

      ‘Sure,’ Helen said kindly, but her tiny sigh told Madison that she’d have loved to have carried on with the conversation, would have loved to have pushed a little more. After a moment’s hesitation, a moment to wait and see if Madison was going to add anything further, Helen gave in and headed over to the fridge. She pulled out some chicken, chatting about something Richard had said to Emily. But as grateful as Madison was for the change of subject, inside she felt jolted and uneasy, and it wasn’t just to do with Gerard’s death but with the pace of her own life. The fact that Helen, after the appalling marriage she’d been through, after swearing off men for the next century at least, could even contemplate taking up the baton and resuming the race was beyond Madison’s comprehension.

      Helen was moving on with her life, suggesting even that Madison do the same.

      Only she truly wasn’t ready.