The Book Stops Here: A Mobile Library Mystery by Ian Sansom Page B

it?'
    'Aye. Though according to most Presbyterians I would be a failed Christian.'
    'Oh, I'm sure that's not the case.'
    'Ach, well. It's my decision, ye know. I like a drink. I smoke.'
    'Oh, I am glad,' said Israel's mother. 'I thought I was the only one.' She poured Ted another glass of wine. 'We need to stick together, Ted,' she said, winking. 'Have you noticed how everything that used to be good for you is supposed to be bad for you?'
    'Aye,' said Ted. 'You mean smoking and drinking?'
    'Yes, and eating, even, for goodness sake.' Israel's mother patted her ample hips.
    'Aye,' said Ted.
    'More baklava, Ted?'
    'Maybe just a small piece.'
    Israel went to take a piece as his mother offered the plate to Ted.
    'Guests first,' she said, slapping Israel's hand. 'I do like to see a man with a healthy appetite.'
    'I have a healthy appetite, Eva,' said Ted, 'that I must admit.'
    Israel thought he might be sick.
    'Have you ever met Gloria, Ted?' said Israel's mother.
    'Who?'
    'Israel's girlfriend. She was meant to be here this evening. Still no sign, Israel?'
    'No,' said Israel.
    'They live—lived?'
    'Live,' insisted Israel.
    'Together.'
    'No, I've not met her,' said Ted.
    'Thin as a rake,' said Israel's mother. She held up her little finger. 'Like that. Thin. As. A. Rake. She's a high-flyer,' she said to Ted.
    'I thought you'd given up smoking,' said Israel, changing the subject.
    'I have,' said his mother. 'But I just have one or two occasionally, for the sake of my health.'
    'For the sake of your health?'
    'My mental health. Goodness, I'm sorry. He's a terrible nag, Ted, isn't he? I hope he's not like that with you?'
    'We have a healthy working relationship,' said Ted.
    'Well, anyway. If Mr Health Police here would excuse us, perhaps, Ted, you would like to join me for a cigarette on the terrace.'
    'We don't have a terrace, Mum.'
    'The patio, then,' said Israel's mother, getting up from her seat. 'You are so pernickety. And perhaps Gloria will have arrived before we're all through?'
    Ted got up obediently and to the strains of 'Moondance' followed Israel's mother into the kitchen and out into the back garden.

    * * *
    Israel looked again at the photos on the walls. Checked his mobile again; nothing from Gloria.
    He couldn't believe she'd missed the meal.
    He was desperate to see her.
    Gloria: she looked like Giuletta Masina as Gelsomina in Fellini's La Strada —a film they'd gone to see together at the National Film Theatre, years ago. They used to go to the cinema two, three times a week back then.
    In fact, Gloria looked nothing like Giuletta Masina as Gelsomina in Fellini's La Strada . Sometimes he could barely remember what she looked like. She was definitely beautiful though. She was…What could he say? She was just…Gloria.
    When Israel's mother and Ted returned, laughing and smelling of cigarettes, Israel was picking miserably at the remains of the baklava.
    'He was a terribly greedy child,' said his mother.
    'Mother!'
    'You were, though. Chocolate biscuits. He was a fiend for the chocolate biscuits, Ted. Honestly. I had to hide them. And then the girls would beat him up. He never learned to stick up for himself.' She walked over towards the hi-fi system. 'No sign of Gloria then?'
    'No, she—'
    'Has stood you up, I think.'
    'No,' said Israel. 'She has not stood me up, she's just…'
    'And not for the first time,' said Israel's mother.
    'She—'
    Israel's mother simply waved her hand at Israel dismissively and knelt down in front of the record cabinet.
    'A change of mood, I think,' she said. 'It turns out Ted and I have an interest in common, Israel.'
    'What, winding me up?' said Israel.
    'Now, how many times do I have to tell you? Don't be rude to our guest, please.'
    'What then?' said Israel. 'What interest have you got in common?'
    'Line dancing,' said Israel's mother.
    'Ha!' said Israel. 'Good one. You don't go line dancing.'
    'I do now.'
    'Since when?'
    'Since you've been gone. I do have a life, you know.'
    'Yes, of