be a very forgiving person,â she said. âBut with nothing to forgive. Youâre flying already. I could smell you from the door.â
âThat Sancerreâs going to go down as well,â I said. âAnd when Iâve finished this glass of water Iâm going to have a Grande Beninoise. Iâve been talking a lot and itâs dehydrated me.â
âIâm glad youâre not reforming just because youâre going to be a father.â
âMaybe in the last few months before D-day Iâll start trying to be good.â
âTheyâve already got a brain after two months. They hear things.â
âBut they donât know what they mean.â
âBabies are very tonal,â she said.
âItâll learn to sleep to the clinking of glass.â
âBecause itâs all crap after that.â
âWell,
Iâve
just been told Iâm very interesting.â
âBy your drinking pal?â she said. âThatâs a very sad thing for you to be saying, Bruce Medway.â
I opened the beer and drank it like I said I would. We sat down to eat, a Spanish chicken dish called
chilindron,
which was good for the climate. The chilli kept the sweat up. I idled over the Sancerre while Helen cleared the plates and brought the Red Label out, which she put down with a thump and a sigh. I sent her back with it and she gave me one of her half-lidded, muddy-eyed looks that told me I wasnât fooling her.
âDonât hold back on my account,â said Heike.
âIâve got to go out tonight,â I said.
âOh yes?â
âClubbing.â
âAnybody I should know?â
âItâs work.â
âYou shouldnât bring it home with you.â
âI wouldnât, but the guy I want to see runs a bar down the Jonquet and it doesnât get going until midnight.â
âWhich bar?â
âA place called LâOuistiti. Iâm told it means âmarmosetââyou know it?â
âIâve had a drink in there before now.â
âWho with?â
âAn American Peace Corps worker. Itâs their after-work joint. Grim, unless you like grunging it.â
âYou know me, Heike,â I said. âWho was the Peace Corps worker?â
âRobyn.â
I dead-eyed her.
âWith a âyâ,â she added.
âAha-a,â we said, tipping our glasses at each other. âJust checking there.â
âIâm flattered,â she said, sounding the opposite.
âThis
ouistiti
place...?â
âItâs run by a guy called Michel Charbonnier.â
âYou know him?â I asked.
âHeâs a creep.â
âWhat sort of a creep?â
âA sex creep.â
âTouchy, feely?â
Breathey, breathey.â
âIâll keep my distance.â
âI donât know how you do it, Bruce.â
âBring myself to the marks for the Michel Charbonniers of this world?â
âHeâs probably the lighter end of it too.â
âYouâd have liked the guy I was with this evening.â
âThe one who thought you were interesting? I donât think so. That hotel-barroom mutual back-slapping bullshit isnât my kind of conversation.â
âIâve got to go away tomorrow too ... an all-nighter.â
âWith Mr Interesting ... on our day off?â she said, irritated. âHe must have made a big impression. Whereâre you going?â
âMaybe Grand-Popo.â
âWhat sort of an answer is that?â
âA tricky one.â
âThis isnât going to be a row but...â
âIâve noticed that when one of us isnât drinking we donât row.â
âWhen
Iâm
not drinking. Youâre never not drinking.â
âIf itâs not going to be a row whyâs it already sounding like one?â
âI donât
want
it to be a row but...â
âNo more
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