Chapter Seventy-Two
Bill walked down the corridor to look in on the kids and gently pulled their doors to. When he came back to the living room, Lexy was sitting on the sofa, her spine curled over, her shoulders hunched, her hands over her mouth, almost in disbelief.
He plucked a bottle of red from the wine cabinet and took two glasses out of the cupboard and poured them each a drink, then sat close to his wife, whose gaze was firmly facing forward, in the middle of the room.
‘What the hell makes you think this?’
‘I caught her red handed, pouring immense quantities of pink Himalayan salt into two glasses of lemonade as I came home. And it’s not the first time …’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Remember Harry was sick last week, the night of our anniversary?’
Bill nodded.
‘She’d fed him frozen bratwurst!’
Lexy was on a roll now.
‘Are you sure?’ quizzed Bill.
‘I saw it in the bin!’ She took a sharp breath. ‘And Bella at the Kivvi Christingle. Emme was plying her with a solution as she went on her rounds. Bella was sick that night!’
Bill sounded unconvinced.
‘But why would Emme want to do that?’
Lexy looked at him theatrically. Her eyes stung.
‘Attention. It’s why anyone does it.’
Bill pushed his wine away.
‘Really, Bill. I saw her with my own eyes, tipping half a bloody container of salt into their drinks while she prepared dinner. I feel sick.’ She put her fist to her mouth.
‘Jesus, Lex, what is it with us and nannies?’ Bill said, shaking his head. ‘First Jenny steals from us, now Emme tries to poison the kids!’