them.
âIâm not bored,â she said, to compensate. âItâs wonderful being here.â
Kathleen looked surprised at her vehemence, but then smiled again. âCan you stay for a while? We could talk about Simenon ⦠Or thereâs a movie on SBS.â
âA French movie,â Pen nodded, inspecting herself for traces of guilt towards Derrick and finding none. She felt oddly light, as if the inside of her had been emptied out. Maybe it was the strong coffee, this late at night.
The movie was called Swimming Pool , and turned out to be mostly in English. It was a shocker: slow, corny, and with the kind of dumb twist that makes you feel cheated. An incoherent plot that was just an excuse to pit an older woman against a younger woman, who never seemed to be wearing a shirt. At the end, they looked at each other and laughed.
âI donât know why I watched that one all the way through,â Kathleen said. âMust have been the company! If I had been by myself at the cinema, Iâd have walked out.â
âMe too. But sometimes you just keep on with things, donât you, thinking theyâve got to get better? Even though you know they wonât.â
Kathleen laughed. âSounds just like life with my ex. Sorry, seems to be the theme of the evening. Iâm over it, really.â
âWere you married?â Pen said.
Kathleen cocked her head sideways. âNo,â she said, with a curious expression. âNo, Iâve never been married. You?â
âUh-uh.â Pen stood up and yawned. She looked around her again: amazing to think Kathleen had achieved all this by herself, a single woman. And no silver-spoon beginnings, either â though her mother must have been cultured, which would help ⦠âI should probably get going. Iâve got to work tomorrow.â
The disturbing thing was, Pen didnât really want to leave at all, but every minute she waited would make it that much harder to conceal things from Derrick. Already heâd be out of his mind with worry, but she wouldnât be able to ring him until she was well away from Kathleenâs house.
âWe should do it again. Give me a ring â or do you have a mobile?â
âActually, no,â Pen lied. âHideous things.â
Kathleen grimaced. âA necessary evil, I guess. Whatâs the best number to get you on, then?â
â Get me,â Pen thought, feeling dizzy, but Kathleenâs smile melted her fear somehow, and she said, âJust at work. Iâm not often home.â
Derrick picked up after only one ring.
âIâm just past the city now. Iâm sorry, one of the girls had car trouble and I had to run her home.â
Simple was best, Pen had decided. It wasnât so much that she liked lying, as that one lie entailed another, in a kind ofchain of necessity. She hadnât realised how you had to think ahead â once youâd given a false plan, your choices were restricted to the shape of what youâd said. Next time she must leave it more open-ended.
Next time . What made her even think there would be a next time? Penâs heart was beating so loudly she feared Derrick could hear it down the phone. A truck whizzed by, too fast and too close to her car.
âYou could have rung sooner.â
âIâm really sorry, darling â there just wasnât a good time. I couldnât pull over â¦â
âBut youâve pulled over now, youâre not talking while you drive, I hope?â
âNo.â She almost snapped at him. Sheâd never realised before how nannyish Derrick could sound. âLook, Iâll be home soon. The sooner I get off the phone, in fact.â
And then only the hours of night to get through, and then work in the morning for them both.
As she drove up to the house in the general darkness, Pen saw that Derrick had left the kitchen light on â maybe because the