thingâeven, obscurely, faking it to yourselfâthat was one thing. Having a stranger inside you was another, and not a business over which you could be very much deluded.
She wiped herself, pulled up her knickers, she didnât like them any more, washed her hands, dried her hands,put on her trousers, put her shoes on, flushed the loo, glanced round the bathroom to check it wasnât disarrangedâit was possibly the neatest bathroom she had ever been inâthen looked in the mirror and saw in the glass her freakishly lit-up face.
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She had planned to go straight home, but he was waiting for her. He said, âLet me cook you something.â
âYou donât have to.â
âI donât have to. Would you like an omelette, salad? I have some great olives. Or are you tired? You need to sleep?â
Kit stared down at her feet.
âAnchovies?â he said. âFresh herbs?â
âOkay, all right.â
âAnd I have some great bread.â
âOkay.â
âRight. More wine?â
âSure.â
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Well now, she thought, surprised, pulling out a chair from the kitchen table, which caused a cold scraping noise on the tilesâwell now, at least I get a free meal out of this; kind of expensively free, but in a free kind of way.
She sat limply and watched. He was careful, when he cracked the eggs, to get the shells straight in the bin. When an olive fell off the spoon onto the counter where he was working, he wiped up after it at once. He arranged the bread in a pan in torn slices to warm it in the oven, but tore the loaf carefully over the sink. He hadnât been like this in bed.As someone who wore skirts with moth holes, Kit was unimpressed.
He turned abruptly. âOkay?â
âCould I have some water?â
âGlass in there,â he said, gesturing with an elbow at a wall cupboard. âItâll have to be tap, Iâm afraid. I donât drink water so I donât ever buy it.â
âYou donât drink water?â
âI donât know, probably a glass every couple of weeks.â
âYou had a bottle at the dance session,â said Kit.
âThat was given to you by a friend of mine.â
She was oddly dismayed by this answer. Heâd had a friend there? Boy, girl? Who on earth?
âI donât sleep well either,â said Joe, tripping her thoughts another way.
âOh.â
He laid mats down on the table: mats for the plates, a mat for the salad, two trivets, a silver salt cellar, GeorgianâKitâs grandfather had had one the same. âSome nights I feel like thereâs hardly any point in going to bed unless thereâs someone else there,â he said. âObviously you sleep so youâre in a fit state for the next day, but why give up on the day youâre in just to ensure the next one, when thereâs absolutely nothing to choose between them?â
âDonât you simply get tired?â she asked.
âNo. Well, yes, I do. But, like you maybe, I find it hard to fall asleep whether Iâm tired or not. Alone, I find it hard to fall asleep.â
Donât keep saying that, she thought.
âSometimes I go to bed,â he said, âand then I get up againand go out walking, you know, three, four in the morningâand fast; fast.â
âYou do walk quickly, I noticed,â she said. âItâs pleasant to me, personally speaking, as someone with a long stride.â She didnât mention it, but often, when she walked alone, she sang.
âNo, but Iâm talking fast ,â he said, âbecause then, when Iâm going down all these streets and theyâre empty, and the greater part of Oxfordâs population is unconsciousâalthough, youâd be surprised how many invitations Iâve received at four oâclock in the morningââ He lost his thread. He was filling up her wine glass again, but
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