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girl.
She could have been a bad influence on you; but I feel you're sensible
enough to know what she's like, really like."
They stared at each other; then Katie said quietly, "It isn't true then, is it?"
"No. No, of course not. But... but I'm speaking personally, and I say I know nothing about that side of life. If you love someone dearly, he's all you want, that's if he loves you in return. Katie--' Fiona now plumped down on the couch again, and taking hold of Katie's hand, she said, " Look!
Promise me that you'll drop your friendship with that girl. Over the years, all she seems to have talked about, that seemed of any importance to her, was sex. I can remember the things you used to come in and tell me, and I just dismissed them, because sometimes, quite candidly, I didn't believe you. I thought it was just your own curiosity and you were making out that Sue said this, and Sue said that. "
"She's asked me to be her bridesmaid, Mam."
"And what have you said?"
"I said no, Mam."
At this Fiona drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly before she said,
"Well, on that point
I'm glad. But what made you refuse? "
"Well, I suppose, if I was going into it, I would say I had some of the same reaction to her talking as you've just had to me talking."
But at this point Katie thought, if she had told her mother all that Sue had said to her, and in some parts had become giggly eloquent in the telling, her mother mightn't have believed her, even now . That night, in bed, when Fiona had tried to tell Bill of her daughter's enlightenment through Sue, he had taken her into his arms and repeated what Katie had said earlier, "You know, you have lived a very closeted life."
When she had gasped, "You've heard of this before?" Bill quickly said, "Oh, it isn't unknown. There's lots of things I've heard of, and lots of things I haven't. But one thing I can tell you of which I agree with you, is that I'm glad Katie has ditched that little hot bitch."
"What d'you mean? How d'you know? You're referring to Sue?"
"Yes, I'm referring to Sue. Of course, she's older than Katie by a year or so, but still too young to give a fella like me, in my calibre, the " come hither"."
"She didn't, Bill?" When she pulled away from him, he pulled her tightly to him and repeated in her tone of voice, "She did, Fiona. She did, and not so very long ago."
"You must have been mist--' " Remember, Mrs. B, I was a middle-of the-road man. I'm never mistaken in that way. How did I
come on to your ken? I was escaping from women. And what did I run into?
Your mother, who was there, ready, with open arms. There's all kinds of seduction, you know. You don't have to strip off. "
"Oh! Bill!"
Oh! Fiona! "
They rocked together with laughter. But some time later, when he was asleep, she lay wide-eyed, thinking. As he had said, indeed he had been a
middle-of-the-road man: he knew all about women. Yet, now all he wanted was her, and had threatened seriously what he would do if she ever attempted to leave him. This being so, her life should be full to the brim. Yet, there recurred, and more often during the past weeks, that odd feeling of want.
But of what? Yes, of what? One thing she knew she didn't want, was to spend what spare time they had dining and dancing, or going to meet people like the Ferndales. And lately more of them seemed to have been popping up on their horizon. So, what did she want? Yes, what did she want? Mamie's behaviour was erratic, as usual. For weeks on end she would behave herself, no
tantrums: no, she wanted this and she wasn't going to do that. And when there was an upset with her, it was mostly to do with her friend Nancy
Polgar. She would want Nancy to come to tea, not tea up in what was the old schoolroom and now was a play room, but with the others, with the family in the sitting-room. Or she wanted her to come and stay for the weekend.
Should Fiona say it wasn't convenient sparks would fly: she would threaten to write to her
She could have been a bad influence on you; but I feel you're sensible
enough to know what she's like, really like."
They stared at each other; then Katie said quietly, "It isn't true then, is it?"
"No. No, of course not. But... but I'm speaking personally, and I say I know nothing about that side of life. If you love someone dearly, he's all you want, that's if he loves you in return. Katie--' Fiona now plumped down on the couch again, and taking hold of Katie's hand, she said, " Look!
Promise me that you'll drop your friendship with that girl. Over the years, all she seems to have talked about, that seemed of any importance to her, was sex. I can remember the things you used to come in and tell me, and I just dismissed them, because sometimes, quite candidly, I didn't believe you. I thought it was just your own curiosity and you were making out that Sue said this, and Sue said that. "
"She's asked me to be her bridesmaid, Mam."
"And what have you said?"
"I said no, Mam."
At this Fiona drew in a deep breath, then let it out slowly before she said,
"Well, on that point
I'm glad. But what made you refuse? "
"Well, I suppose, if I was going into it, I would say I had some of the same reaction to her talking as you've just had to me talking."
But at this point Katie thought, if she had told her mother all that Sue had said to her, and in some parts had become giggly eloquent in the telling, her mother mightn't have believed her, even now . That night, in bed, when Fiona had tried to tell Bill of her daughter's enlightenment through Sue, he had taken her into his arms and repeated what Katie had said earlier, "You know, you have lived a very closeted life."
When she had gasped, "You've heard of this before?" Bill quickly said, "Oh, it isn't unknown. There's lots of things I've heard of, and lots of things I haven't. But one thing I can tell you of which I agree with you, is that I'm glad Katie has ditched that little hot bitch."
"What d'you mean? How d'you know? You're referring to Sue?"
"Yes, I'm referring to Sue. Of course, she's older than Katie by a year or so, but still too young to give a fella like me, in my calibre, the " come hither"."
"She didn't, Bill?" When she pulled away from him, he pulled her tightly to him and repeated in her tone of voice, "She did, Fiona. She did, and not so very long ago."
"You must have been mist--' " Remember, Mrs. B, I was a middle-of the-road man. I'm never mistaken in that way. How did I
come on to your ken? I was escaping from women. And what did I run into?
Your mother, who was there, ready, with open arms. There's all kinds of seduction, you know. You don't have to strip off. "
"Oh! Bill!"
Oh! Fiona! "
They rocked together with laughter. But some time later, when he was asleep, she lay wide-eyed, thinking. As he had said, indeed he had been a
middle-of-the-road man: he knew all about women. Yet, now all he wanted was her, and had threatened seriously what he would do if she ever attempted to leave him. This being so, her life should be full to the brim. Yet, there recurred, and more often during the past weeks, that odd feeling of want.
But of what? Yes, of what? One thing she knew she didn't want, was to spend what spare time they had dining and dancing, or going to meet people like the Ferndales. And lately more of them seemed to have been popping up on their horizon. So, what did she want? Yes, what did she want? Mamie's behaviour was erratic, as usual. For weeks on end she would behave herself, no
tantrums: no, she wanted this and she wasn't going to do that. And when there was an upset with her, it was mostly to do with her friend Nancy
Polgar. She would want Nancy to come to tea, not tea up in what was the old schoolroom and now was a play room, but with the others, with the family in the sitting-room. Or she wanted her to come and stay for the weekend.
Should Fiona say it wasn't convenient sparks would fly: she would threaten to write to her
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