buxom insolence, long auburn hair and wide sensual mouth ruined by lipstick. âWhat do you want?â
âNothing, except a couple of quid to go to the pictures. Iâll go schizoid with boredom if I stay here.â
âGet this room straight first,â he said.
âClear up your own mess. Iâm not a skivvy.â
Enidâs voice rang out. âDonât talk to your father like that.â
âIâll clean it up when I come back,â she said. âWhat about Maria and Catalina?â
âProbably hiding in the cellars,â Handley grinned.
âAll I want,â said Mandy, âis approximately three hundred quid for a secondhand Mini. Thatâs not much to ask for, is it?â
âIâve told you approximately three hundred times the answerâs no. You cost me fifty quid for an abortion last year, and that was enough pin-money for a while.â But even while talking he took pound notes from his pocket, as if held up at gunpoint. âGet going. Donât let me see you before tea-time.â
âI wish you two would settle your differences in a civilised way,â she said, unable to move. âI hate it when you do this to each other. I suppose itâs the only way you can show love, but it gets me down. Iâll set the furniture on its legs, but donât expect me to clean the blood up.â
Handleyâs fist struck the dresser, seemed to break every bone, even those in his toes. âIâll murder you when you come back!â he roared, his grey face through the door sheâd nipped out of.
âYou asked for that,â Enid said righteously, pulling the table upright. âYouâve never hit them yet, and you see what happens when you try?â
âI bloody-well miss,â he said, numbed by the pain. âBy God, the fat little trollop had better not come back too soon. My handâs finished. Iâll never be able to paint again. What shall I tell Teddy? Iâm ruined. And itâs no laughing matter. I canât move it. Look.â The back of it was blue and swollen, a short, dark cut in one place. He leaned it against the cool wall and pressed hard.
âDo a bit of work,â she said, âand forget it.â Bleak sunlight planted itself through the window. He swept smashed plates into a dustpan, rubble chuting musically into the plastic waste-bucket. Taking up the broken chair he opened the window and threw it out onto the quagmire garden. âThatâs that,â he said, as if after an hourâs good work.
âThatâs that,â she said, enraged. âBut it isnât.â
âI wouldnât want it to be, either,â he said, lighting two cigarettes and passing her one. âI wouldnât want all this to be for nothing. As forty-year-old Romeo said to his dear Juliet across the Sunday dinner-table. âWhat did you expect?â â before dodging the loaded teapot. They were in love though, I suppose, bless âem.â He dropped his cigarette into the sink, and slid an arm around her. âEvery word we say is true,â he said, âbetween us. But it doesnât matter. It canât touch my love, nor yours.â She said nothing, no bitterness left, words crushed as they kissed, unable to withdraw from the black infesting lust.
Chapter Six
Mandy fastened her leather coat and ran down the muddy lane. When far enough from the house she walked, and took out the four notes her father had pushed at her, enough to get to Boston and back, and buy a meal for herself and Ralph. It was just after two by her watch, solid gold that Handley had bought in London and swore cost forty quid â though she knew heâd doubled the price on his way back just to impress her.
Since his success sheâd wondered which was worse, being the daughter of a famous artist, or of a bone-idle penniless no-good. Certainly his fame hadnât got her the Mini she craved
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