cries out.)”
24. Pat Gets to Know Tessie a Bit Better
When Pat found Tessie standing outside her door, she was unsure whether she had heard her agonised muttering about how Wolf meant nothing to her. The other girl, however, gave nothing away: Tessie was impassive.
“Oh, hello,” said Pat. “It’s you.”
Tessie nodded. “Yes. I thought I might drop in and offer to make you a cup of coffee. We haven’t had the chance to chat very much since you moved in. In fact, we haven’t really seen one another at all.”
Pat looked over Tessie’s shoulder, into the hall. “But your boyfriend,” she began. “I thought that your boyfriend was here.”
“He was,” said Tessie. “But he had to go. He just popped in to ask me something.”
Pat relaxed. It appeared that Tessie had not heard her muttering and had no idea of how she felt about Wolf.
If
she felt that way about Wolf; she was by no means sure about that yet, although all the signs had been there–the quickening of the pulse, that warm, butterfly-like feeling in the stomach, the slight dizziness. And then there had been that strange desire to touch his teeth; that was very peculiar and surely meant that something was happening between them.
She thought for a moment. She could not let this happen; she would have to stop it. There was no point in falling in love with somebody else’s boyfriend, particularly a flatmate’s boyfriend. And yet, and yet…people fell in love with those who belonged to others. It happened all the time in fiction, and presumably in real life, too. And even if it often led to tears and disaster, sometimes, at least, it worked.
She looked at Tessie. The other girl was shorter than Pat–appreciably shorter–and had rather fat calves, thought Pat. She looked at her hair. It was rather mousy-coloured, and was not, in Pat’s view, in very good condition. Split ends probably. As for her face, well, that was pretty enough–in an odd, irregular sort of way. There was something strange about her nose, which had the slightly angled look of a nose that had been broken. Men were generally improved by broken noses, which added character to the masculine face, but a broken nose could be more difficult for a woman.
They looked at one another for several seconds, each lost in an assessment of the other. At length, Pat broke the silence.
“That’s kind of you,” she said. “I must meet the others, too. You shared with one of them last year, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Tessie, as they made their way through to the kitchen. “I was at school with Donna–I’ve known her for yonks and yonks. But I didn’t know Jackie at all. She’s new–like you. She only arrived yesterday. She’s in her third year of medicine, I think. At least, I saw her with a stethoscope sticking out of her pocket.”
They went into the kitchen, which was the largest room in the flat–and had the finest view, too, over the green and the rooftops towards Arthur’s Seat in the distance. The original floor of large flagstones had been preserved here, and this added to the charm of the room. There was also an old Belfast sink, with high arched taps, and a wooden draining board.
“This kitchen’s a bit of a museum,” said Tessie. “But there’s always enough hot water to do the washing-up. You will wash up, won’t you, after you’ve done any cooking?” she added, looking over her shoulder at Pat.
Pat slightly resented this question, and there was a tetchiness in her voice when she replied. “Of course I will,” she said. “I always do.”
If Tessie picked up the irritation in Pat’s voice, she did not reveal this. She looked at Pat over her shoulder as she filled the kettle. “That’s just one of the rules about sharing a flat with other people,” she said. “Naturally, there are others.”
Pat stared at her. “But naturally.”
“Noise, for example,” went on Tessie. “Some people think that if they close their door, then other people
24. Pat Gets to Know Tessie a Bit Better
When Pat found Tessie standing outside her door, she was unsure whether she had heard her agonised muttering about how Wolf meant nothing to her. The other girl, however, gave nothing away: Tessie was impassive.
“Oh, hello,” said Pat. “It’s you.”
Tessie nodded. “Yes. I thought I might drop in and offer to make you a cup of coffee. We haven’t had the chance to chat very much since you moved in. In fact, we haven’t really seen one another at all.”
Pat looked over Tessie’s shoulder, into the hall. “But your boyfriend,” she began. “I thought that your boyfriend was here.”
“He was,” said Tessie. “But he had to go. He just popped in to ask me something.”
Pat relaxed. It appeared that Tessie had not heard her muttering and had no idea of how she felt about Wolf.
If
she felt that way about Wolf; she was by no means sure about that yet, although all the signs had been there–the quickening of the pulse, that warm, butterfly-like feeling in the stomach, the slight dizziness. And then there had been that strange desire to touch his teeth; that was very peculiar and surely meant that something was happening between them.
She thought for a moment. She could not let this happen; she would have to stop it. There was no point in falling in love with somebody else’s boyfriend, particularly a flatmate’s boyfriend. And yet, and yet…people fell in love with those who belonged to others. It happened all the time in fiction, and presumably in real life, too. And even if it often led to tears and disaster, sometimes, at least, it worked.
She looked at Tessie. The other girl was shorter than Pat–appreciably shorter–and had rather fat calves, thought Pat. She looked at her hair. It was rather mousy-coloured, and was not, in Pat’s view, in very good condition. Split ends probably. As for her face, well, that was pretty enough–in an odd, irregular sort of way. There was something strange about her nose, which had the slightly angled look of a nose that had been broken. Men were generally improved by broken noses, which added character to the masculine face, but a broken nose could be more difficult for a woman.
They looked at one another for several seconds, each lost in an assessment of the other. At length, Pat broke the silence.
“That’s kind of you,” she said. “I must meet the others, too. You shared with one of them last year, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Tessie, as they made their way through to the kitchen. “I was at school with Donna–I’ve known her for yonks and yonks. But I didn’t know Jackie at all. She’s new–like you. She only arrived yesterday. She’s in her third year of medicine, I think. At least, I saw her with a stethoscope sticking out of her pocket.”
They went into the kitchen, which was the largest room in the flat–and had the finest view, too, over the green and the rooftops towards Arthur’s Seat in the distance. The original floor of large flagstones had been preserved here, and this added to the charm of the room. There was also an old Belfast sink, with high arched taps, and a wooden draining board.
“This kitchen’s a bit of a museum,” said Tessie. “But there’s always enough hot water to do the washing-up. You will wash up, won’t you, after you’ve done any cooking?” she added, looking over her shoulder at Pat.
Pat slightly resented this question, and there was a tetchiness in her voice when she replied. “Of course I will,” she said. “I always do.”
If Tessie picked up the irritation in Pat’s voice, she did not reveal this. She looked at Pat over her shoulder as she filled the kettle. “That’s just one of the rules about sharing a flat with other people,” she said. “Naturally, there are others.”
Pat stared at her. “But naturally.”
“Noise, for example,” went on Tessie. “Some people think that if they close their door, then other people
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