nipping to Vir and Vir for some Felix,â said Lucy.
âOK.â
John Vir was alone in the shop. He was bent over a huge box of packets of nuts. Lucy saw the Cash and Carry price on the outside.
âWow! Whereâd you get it that cheap?â
âCash and Carry, near Basingstoke.â
âThatâs loads cheaper than the Wholefood Co-op we use.â
âWell, it would be, wouldnât it?â said John Vir.
âI donât use cashew nuts much because of the prices.â
âOh, this oneâs good. Cheap prices. They have pistachios, peanuts, spices, everything. You give me a list if you like â¦â he offered.
âIt sounds wonderful. But I donât want to put you to any trouble. You donât have a price list or anything, do you?â
âYou could get your rice and yoghurt there too. Why not come with me and see yourself?â he said.
âThat would be lovely,â Lucy said. âI mean, very useful for the café. Paul will be pleased.â
âIâm going on Wednesday. How about four?â
She walked back to the Bluebird with a can of Felix in each hand.
âPaul,â she said, âIâm going up to this really cheap, interesting Cash and Carry with the people from Virâs. Cheap nuts, rice, loads of things. Isnât that nice of them?â
âYeah. Did you get any samosas?â
âJust catfood.â
John Vir called for Lucy at exactly four oâclock. She had been about to walk round to the shop to see if he had remembered their arrangement, when suddenly he was there in the doorway. His van, a strange, dolphinish-green, was parked outside.
âOh God,â she thought, âI canât think of anything to say.â She wished that sheâd listed a few conversational topics on her cuff for easy reference. Then there she was, sliding on to the leatherette seat, belted in next to him, and his van was lumbering up The Avenue, the A33, towards the motorway. Lucy loved The Avenue, it was so impressively tree-lined and the views of Southampton Common were beautiful. She loved walking up it, driving up it, riding up it in a van. It made her think of Judy Garland dressed as a tramp with a smudge on her nose, a broken hat, and a blacked-out tooth. She could remember all the words. It had been her moment of glory as a Young Stager, singing âWeâre a Couple of Swellsâ with her friend Sally, before some blonde Miss Piggy ballet-type had danced to âEvergreenâ.
âWhat are you humming?â asked John Vir.
âWas I?â Lucy had thought the song was just playing in her head. Now she was embarrassed. âCan we have the radio on?â
He switched it on. It crackled. Lucy hated trying to tune in other peopleâs car radios. It was impossible. John Vir found Radio Solent.
âAnd in
Scene South
today we have a special report on Southamptonâs Fluoridation Debate.â
âOh, honestly,â said Lucy.
âBlah blah blah,â said John. He twisted the dial and the van was filled with music and sunlight. It was âNatural Womanâ. Lucy had to stare out the window in embarrassment. The light from the sun streamed through the clouds in golden shafts. As a child Lucy had thought that these were the ladders for dead people to go up to heaven, and for the angels to come down to earth. The road glistened ahead of them. John Vir pulled down his sun-shield, dazzled.
âSo what are you looking for?â he asked.
âOh God, well,â said Lucy, thinking that he meant in life.
âI get the same stuff every week. Customers just want the same. Crisps, nuts, spices, flour, oils.â
They waltzed around the Cash and Carry together, loading their trolleys. When Lucy reached the checkout she realised that she was spending much more than sheâd planned; but John Virâs bill was five times the size of hers. She fumbled in her bag for more money,
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