a fall-guy?â
âReally, Jane! One would think I was out to rob him. Ionly mean I expected him to be a sort ofâwell,
sleepy
partner, if not actually a sleeping one; I mean until this evening he hardly had a word to say for himself.â
âWhat were you talking about then, all evening in the bar?â
âOh, he wasnât talking at all. I was.â
I believed her. âDo you like him?â
âHow?â she asked at once.
âThat way.â
âNo, of course not! With those ears? With that funny hair?â
âHe likes youâthat way.â
âToo bad,â she said callously. âOr rather, no, itâs good. Useful.â
âDottie!â
âOh, donât look so shocked. Iâm fed up with men using me. Iâm going to do the using in future.â
âEven if itâs somebody nice?â
âShow me a really nice man,â she said, âa really
nice
man, and Iâll use himâtill death do us part. But Henryâs not it. Heâs too damn
chutzpahdic
for one thing.â
âWhere did you hear that?â
âYouâre not the only one whoâs had a Jewish lover,â she said as she climbed into bed.
Chapter 7
I WAS more than surprised the next morning, on tottering downstairs in my dressing-gown with David draped over my shoulder and my eyes only half open, to find a brisk and busy Henry, dressed except for his jacket, and neatly shaved, an apron tied under his armpits to protect his waistcoat, washing the supper-dishes at the kitchen sink. The kettle was steaming and various bits and pieces had been brought out of the fridge which indicated that when the ground was cleared he had proposed to begin making breakfast.
âGood morning,â I said in dopey astonishment. âYou donât have to do that.â
âWell, I want my breakfast. I always eat well in the mornings. I hope you donât mind,â he said as an afterthought. âIâve already had a cup of tea.â
âOf course I donât mind. You make me feel a bad hostess, thatâs all. But after all, it
is
barely seven oâclock.â I put David in his Babysitta on the table where he could watch us.
âYou put him on the table, do you?â asked Henry disapprovingly.
âYes,â I said rather shortly, starting to prepare his morning cereal and orange juice.
âDoesnât he ever pee on it?â
âBabies of that age donât pee very copiously. And he is wearing a nappy.â I find people who are too fastidious very hard to take in my own house.
Now that Iâd arrived, Henry allowed me to take over. It would have been nice if heâd finished the dishes, but instead he stood in the middle of the kitchen, his hands in his pockets, gazing at David expectantly as if waiting for him to perform.
âMy motherâs is rather like him,â he said musingly. âBut then I suppose they all look much alike.â
I stopped dead and stared at him. He was hard on forty, must have been. âYour
motherâs
got a baby?â
âStep-mother, I mean, of course.â
âHow oldâs your father then?â
âSixty-four.â
âGood for him.â
âWell, why not?â he asked defensively.
âNo reason at all! I saidâgood for him.â
âThought you were being sarky.â
âIs it your step-mother youâre going to visit today?â
âYes. They live not far from here. Dadâs retired. Theyâve got a little house near Walton.â The accent was sounding more and more incongruous. It would have led me to expect a dad on a council estate in Roehampton. My trouble, one of them, is that Iâm a sort of snob. I mean, Iâm inclined to stick labels on people according to what used to be class, and now that one canât do that any more, Iâm often at a loss. Fortunately Iâm beginning to like it that way; much more
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