bleak over there, didnât you?â
âChristine!â called a different voice.
âWhoâs that?â
âAnother friend.â
âMum, couldnât you go round to Dadâs and do some dusting?â
âOh yes,â she said sarcastically. âFirst thing in the morning. Heâs got plenty of time on his hands, hasnât he?â
âDonât you want to see him?â
âWhy should I?â
âHeâs in bad shape.â She said nothing. âI think he wants to see you.â
She said, âHeâs not working, is he?
âNot at the moment. Heâs busy ⦠thinking.â
She pretended to choke. âHeâs what?â
Gabriel repeated, âThinking things over.â
âThinking! Ha, ha, ha!â She was laughing hard. She repeated the word several times. âThinking!â Each time she said it she howled unnaturally.
At last she picked up the picture. âIâm going to borrow this.â
âMum ââ
âI want to show it to my friends, dâyou have any objection?â
âDadâs helping me think what to do with it.â
âI bet he is,â she said. âWhat suggestions does he have?â
âI donât know yet.â
âHe wonât be doing anything with it tonight, surely. Nor ever, if I have my way.â
âWhat?â
She said, âPlease let them look.â
âAs long as they donât breathe on it.â
âDonât worry, these characters are hardly alive at all.â
She took the picture and swept from the room.
Gabriel put on his slippers and hurried out behind her.
It was almost dark in the living room but Gabriel could see that his motherâs two friends were emptying bottles down their throats and the front of their shirts as rapidly as they could.
The door to the little kitchen was open; Hannahâs flickering black and white television illuminated the outline of her solid peasant frame wrapped in a blanket.
The two men were arguing.
âThe thing is ââ one of them was saying.
âThatâs not the case at all,â the other was saying. âIn fact you are talking complete crap ââ
âIâm going to convince you, George.â said the other, offering his fist. âSit still and hear me out now,â
Like a teacher addressing a group of school kids, Mum held the picture out.
âLook â you bums. Look at this. This is by Lester Jones, the pop star. I used to know him. I designed him a pair of flocked trousers. We called it his âIndian Restaurantâ period.â
âBut listen ââ said the man called George.
âI know exactly what youâre going to say,â said the other. âAnd if you say it, Iâll fight to the death not to have to hear it ââ
Mum snapped the music off, cleared the ashtrays and glasses off the table, and laid the picture out.
She pointed at Gabriel.
âThis is him, my son.â
One of the men said, âIâd forgotten youâd said you had one of those.â
The other said, âWhat the hell is he wearing?â
Mum said, âA kimono Never mind that. Now, Gabriel, Lester Jones drew this for you, isnât that right?â
âNot entirely, Mum. Dadâs an old friend of Lesterâs. Lester told me that Dad was one of the best musicians he played with. Dad created his sound, really. Lester had started the picture already and when Dad and I turned up ââ
âAll right, all right. Youâre not giving a lecture at the Tate Gallery. Did you know, Lester Jones had me once,â she said. âYears ago. I think he wanted to go out with me.â
âYou should have married him,â one of the men said.
âAt least I wouldnât have to buy my own drinks!â
âAnd you wouldnât be hanging around with us,â said the other man.
âNow,â she said,
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