mind, she told herself, as were fear and sex, food and sex, chocolate and sex. It seemed the only things not connected with sex were Radio Four, matching sets of saucepans, income tax and National Insurance. So that was what it was, she told herself: Dominicâs desire for comfort because of Vanessaâs being in hospital, and both their horror at someone young being so close to death. That was it, Fleur said to herself. Definitely. She ran across the road to the wine bar.
It was a bad day. A smell of old food, stale drink and tobacco hit her the moment she opened the door. The floor was tacky underfoot, the bar was littered with bottles and unwashed glasses and there was a heap of dirty dishes in the kitchen, too. Even Al hadnât loaded the dishwasher the previous night, as he normally did.
She started clearing up and half an hour later the engineer arrived and declared the gas stove out of action. He put a long warning sticker across it, declaring it unfit for use.
She called Geoff to tell him but he didnât answer so she left a message on his machine. She phoned Mr Housman and left another message, then found Alâs number under the bar and called that, too. The extremely posh and very brisk man whoanswered the phone told her he was Alâs brother and that Al was already on his way to the wine bar.
Al came in not long after. Fleur told him about the oven and they treated themselves to a decent coffee, made from a bag Al had brought in. âI thought itâd be nice,â he told her, âfor when we had a moment.â
âWeâve certainly got a moment now,â Fleur said.
âThatâs for sure,â he agreed.
âYou look rough,â Fleur said.
âI had a hard night,â he said. âYou look a bit â different.â
She told him about Vanessaâs overdose. He said, âOh, God, sheâll have to pick herself up and start again.â
Fleur looked at him. He sounded as if he knew something about it.
He caught her glance, read her mind and said, âYeah â well â thatâs all over now.â Then he added, looking round, âLetâs face it, this place is looking about as good as we feel. And Geoffâs taking something off the top. Thereâs always more money going out of the till than there ought to be. I havenât seen Housman for weeks, unless heâs coming in in the early hours of the morning, like a vampire. If Geoff doesnât turn up by half-past, Iâm going to call it a day. Iâm used to having nothing to cook but now thereâs nothing to cook on. Itâs getting ridiculous.â
At this point Mr Housman came in wearing his long black coat and carrying his briefcase. His square face was sagging. He looked pointedly at Al and Fleur sitting down and at the dustpan and brush Fleur had left on another table.
âWhatâs all this about?â he asked.
âThe kitchen stoveâs broken down. The gas manâs condemned it till itâs repaired.â
âWhereâs Geoff?â Housman asked.
âI donât know,â Al told him. âFleurâs left a message on his answering machine.â
âYou could use the microwave for the cooking,â Housman said, and, looking at Fleur, added, âand you could get the place looking tidy.â
âWhen you took me on there was a cleaner here,â Fleur pointed out.
Housman stood in the middle of the floor, still holding his briefcase. He looked angrily at Al and Fleur. âI donât pay you to sit down drinking coffee.â
Fleur spoke up. âMr Housman,â she said, âthis place does make money. But weâre always operating on a shoestring. It wastes time and itâs more expensive.â
Housman responded predictably. âLeave the management to me and get a broom and do your job.â Fleur didnât move.
Housman glared at her, opened his briefcase, took out a mobile phone and
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