she said. âSilver hair is dignified.â
âYes, on a man.â Louise smiled. âI agree. Quite seductive.â
âAnd on a woman, too, I find.â
Louise raised her eyebrows. âThat Carruthers from down the streetâwhat do you think of him?â she asked brightly. âHeâs pretty enough. One could do worse.â
Clarice hesitated. âHeâs a boy.â
âA boy? So ? That reminds me, Ron got bitten by a snake last night,â she tripped on, and Clarice felt herself melting into shadow behind the glare of her sisterâs talk, eclipsed. âHe came racing in from the yard on his toddler legs, crying, but Ted knew just what to do. He always knows. Somehow he calmed the little chap down and got him in the bathroom to wash the bite. He cut incisions through the puncture marks! Cut! Can you believe it? He only dared confess this later when the doctor had reassured me and Iâd had a sherry.â She winked. âI do like a drop. It relaxes me. I said, âYou took a razor to the baby?â It was outrageously funny. We get on famously with the doc. After Ted did the cutting, he sucked out some of the blood and venom. The doc was so impressed. He said, âIf everyone was like you, Iâd be out of business.â Ted really does have the coolest head Iâve ever seen.â
The tenacity with which Louise sang Tedâs praises made Clarice think something was amiss, especially as the man hardly seemed to deserve it; he did not quite look at you when you were speaking, giving the unpleasant impression of being somehow underhanded or suspicious yet also fundamentally uninterested. Was Louise afraid her husband would leave her?
Steam was shooting up from the kettle. Louise did not noticeâher demeanour was too regal. Clarice went through the motions, scalding the pot, spooning in plump spoonfuls of tea; she loved the earthy sweet fragrance.
âI didnât know what was going on. I was in our room. Ted had sent me off because I was wailing.â Louise had apparently doubled back on her story. âIâm a protective mother to a fault, but I canât help it, can I? Itâs the instinct.â Clarice poured in the water and fitted the cosy. âTed took control of the whole situation. The little one was lying down getting tickled by the time the doc arrived. I was putting cold water on my face.â
Louise lifted a hand to her forehead, re-enacting. Clariceâs own hands shook as she shaped the bran dough into circles; watching those fallible hands, she did not regret their actions in Arthurâs van. What was he doing at this moment? She saw his lively, curious eyesâthat open attention that separated him from the Teds of the world. She might tell her sister about him one day and give her a shock, but she did not feel like it now. The story of the snakebite, with its shifting chronology, was eternal.
âTed went out and killed the snake to show the doc when he arrived. So theyâd know which anti-venin. I havenât a clue how he found itâit was almost dark. Ron was tickled pink with his ligature.â
Clarice remembered, with exquisite clarity, an earlier moment from the night before: waiting for the first reel to start, her effervescent orange drink, a volcano-shaped mountain through a painted window, the organist arranging his coattails as the red velvet curtain was finally lifting; waiting.
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She had been working at a view of the Yarra, and afterwards came by Meldrumâs studio to get his opinion on it. She told herself that this was her intention in going there; however, she soon understood it had been different. These visits were always convivial, slightly formal, a way of showing him thanks and respect, and maybe also her maturityâthe risks she was taking. Rather than a failure or a half-failure, she usually brought him a partial tentative success, something she was not quite sure of, in
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