quite different.
âI was wondering.â
Tim took a deep breath and said it when they came out of Mr D.âs office together, after morning clothes brushing and collar straightening and Orders of the Day: âLinens are going to be big this summer. When customers come in looking for cotton prints and nylon dress fabric, itâs worth calling their attention to the pastel linens. Demonstrate the crush-proof qualities.â Mr D. made a crumpling movement with his hand, then fixed them with a no-nonsense eye. âBut be sure itâs non-crush before you do that.â
âI was wondering, Gail â er, Gail.â
âUse her name often,â
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âYou were wondering, Tim â er, Tim?â
âYes. Iâve got a car now, well, itâs my sisterâs, really, but Iâve got it for six months.â
âThatâs nice,â Gail said brightly.
âYes. And I was wondering if you â I mean, if youâd like to â¦â
She did not help him. She stood there outside Mr D.âs office with her head on one side and a slight smile hiding whatever she was thinking.
âI mean â I know you go out and Iâm sure youâve got loads of men, but perhaps youâd come â perhaps youâd have the time ââ
âTen past nine.â She looked through the glass door of the office at the clock on the wall, then back at Tim, with a grin.
âDonât, Gail. Iâm saying, would you like to come for a drive sometime?â
She looked him quickly up and down. She was taller than Tim, and she made it clear that there wasnât far to look.
âSorry,â she said shortly.
âWhy not?â Donât blush, donât blush.
âYou must be joking.â
He saw now that it was inevitable she should say that. It was one of those retorts available on a plate for a girl like Gail who could not even find an original remark to hurt you with.
Take off her head at the Tower, Harold. Tim pushed past Gail and walked ahead of her to an early customer at the rack of glazed chintz curtains with triple pleated headings.
âCan I help you, madam?â
So it would have to be Helen Brown. He had known that all along, and he had nothing against her, except that Val would take all the credit if he asked her out.
He did not know where Helen lived. He only knew that she worked at the Hall School. Something to do with the kitchen. He would go down there and look for her. What time would she come out? He could just see himself hanging about outside the chainlink fence and getting arrested as a child pornographer.
He thought about Helen, imagining her as better than she really was. He had to pretend that she was better than Gail. When he had worked her up into something quite passable, he took courage and asked Valerie where he could find her.
âI promised Iâd lend your friend Helen Brown a book,â he said, when he went round to Val and Colinâs place for a Sunday morning coffee. If you telephoned Val, she was always rushing off somewhere, or putting a meal on the table, and ringing off before you had said what you wanted.
âA book?â Her vampireâs top teeth had been filed down and pulled back years ago, but she could still make them stick out over her chin when she wanted. âYou and she talked about books?â Val read books, you see, Val and Colin did. No one read books but them.
âShe was interested in this particular book.â
âWhat book is that?â
âItâs â well, itâs about poetry.â
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Poetry?
Helen Brown? She must have been putting you on. What else did she talk about? Did she talk about her son?â
âNo. Should she have?â
âOh no. No,â Val said airily.
In the end, Val gave Helenâs address to Tim. She had no phone, but a neighbour took messages. Tim took the
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