The Waratah Inn
“Yes, this is Kate. Who is this?”
“Oh good, I’m glad I found you sweetheart. It’s Mima, from the inn.”
“Mima? Wow, it’s good to hear your voice. How are you?” Unexpected tears pricked the back of her throat. She should visit them more often. She hadn’t realised how much she missed the entire crew from the inn. After all, it’d been her home once.
“I’m good honey. Not as spry as I once was, and one of my knees has been playing up. But otherwise, I’m fit as a fiddle.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I hope everything’s okay.” Why was Mima Everest calling her at the restaurant in the middle of the day? Her stomach knotted as she waited for Mima’s response.
She heard a rustling sound. Mima cleared her throat, soft at first then with a loud, grizzled cough that hacked at her lungs. She was about to speak again, when Mima’s voice echoed down the line.
“Look, sweetheart, there’s no easy way to say this.” Her voice broke, and Kate turned away from the kitchen to face the wall, her breath caught in her throat.
“Your Nan died this morning. She’s been having some trouble with her ticker as you know, and she took a walk along the beach, like she always did, but as she was coming up the path to the inn she fell over. Thankfully, Jack saw her and came running to help. We called the ambulance right away, but it was too late I’m afraid. Jack performed CPR, and mouth-to-mouth, he knows about all that stuff from being a lifesaver for years. But she was gone just the same.” Mima sniffled and coughed again. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I know how much you loved her. We all did.”
Kate’s breath finally released, and she inhaled again with a sharp intake of breath. “No,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Sorry, what was that, love?”
“Nothing, nothing. Thanks for calling to tell me, Mima.”
“You okay, sweetheart?”
No, she wasn’t. How long had it been since she’d seen Nan’s sweet face? Christmas at least. She’d gone to the inn for Christmas but hadn’t stayed for New Year. Davis had wanted them to go to some party at one of his colleague’s fancy penthouse apartments. Anger burned in her gut. Why hadn’t she stayed longer? Nan had asked her to, but she’d turned her down. There was always next year, she’d told herself, only now there wasn’t. There never would be again.
“Kate?”
She realised she hadn’t answered Mima’s question. “I’m… I don’t know, Mima. I’m wishing I’d come down there. I didn’t know about her heart. Why didn’t she tell me?”
Mima sighed. “I thought she had told you. She promised me… but you know your Nan. Stubborn as the day is long.” Mima chuckled, but the sound faded away.
The sounds of the kitchen hummed behind her and Kate rested her forehead on the cold wall beside the phone. She squeezed the earpiece until her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm.
She cleared her throat. “Have you spoken to Reeda or Bindi yet?”
“I talked to Reeda a few minutes ago. I have to dig up Bindi’s phone number. I couldn’t find her at work. I tried you earlier, but I guess you weren’t there. No one answered.”
“I just got in,” Kate responded.
“That makes sense. Reeda’s hopping on a flight to the Gold Coast airport tomorrow morning. I don’t know when Bindi will be coming.”
Kate’s head spun. They were unveiling the new menu; everything was riding on her. Marco was counting on her. And she had to go to Cabarita Beach to say farewell to her grandmother. Her stomach roiled.
“I guess I’ll go home now and pack. It shouldn’t take me more than a couple of hours to make the drive. I’ll be there before tea.”
“Okay, love. I can’t wait to see you, sad circumstances notwithstanding.”
“You too,” Kate replied, numbness filtering through her body.
She hung up the phone, but stayed still, her forehead pressed to the wall. She pushed her hands against it as well, and hovered there for several long moments, willing her body to move.
“You okay, chef?” asked a voice behind her.
She nodded. “Fine.” And pushed herself back from the wall.