Thirteen Steps Down

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was having dinner with her parents, she always hoped Darel Jones
    would come to the door to beg a couple of teabags or return a borrowed
    book. He never had, though accordingto her mother, they and the
    Joneses were always "in and out of each other's houses." She thought of
    him next door, watching television with his parents or maybe out
    somewhere with another girl. The latter was more likely for a very
    handsome and charming young man of twenty-eight. She sighed and
    then smiled to stop her parents noticing.

    Guilt seldom troubled Gwendolen. To her mind she led, and had always
    led, a blameless life of absolute integrity. Entering a tenant's flat in his
    absence and exploring it seemed to her a landlord's right and if she
    enjoyed it, so much the better. The only drawback was her need to rest
    and take deep breaths between flights.
    What a lot he drank! An empty gin bottle and one which had contained
    vodka and four wine bottles had been put into the recycling box since
    she was last up here. It was evident he didn't eat much at home, the
    fridge was again nearly empty and smelling of antiseptic. A large leatherbound book lay on the coffee table. Because she could hardly pass a
    book without opening it, Gwendolen opened this one. Nothing but
    photographs of a black girl in very short skirts or swimming costumes.
    Perhaps this was what they meant by pornography; she had never really
    known.
    A copy of the previous day's Daily Telegraph was beside the book.
    Gwendolen rather liked the Telegraph and would have bought it herself if
    it hadn't been so ruinously expensive. It puzzled her that Cellini had
    bought it. One of those tabloids was surely more his mark, and she
    wouldn't have been surprised to learn that he had been given this copy.
    Ed had seen an article in it about fitness machines, which especially
    singled out Fiterama for mention, and passed it on to Mix.
    Just as she couldn't pass a book without opening it, so Gwendolen
    found it impossible to see the printed word without reading it. Some of it,
    that is. Ignoring the fitness machine article, she read the front page, then
    the next page, managing fairly well but wishing she had her magnifying
    glass with her. When she reached the births, marriages, and deaths,
    she laid the paper down and went to the door to listen. He hardly ever
    came back in the middle of the day, but it was as well to be careful. How
    tidy everything was! It amused her to think that of the two of them he
    with his cleanliness and fussy ways would be called an old woman while
    everyone saw her as cultivated and urbane, more like a man really.
    She wasn't much interested in marriages and births, she never had
    been, but she ran her eye-pushed and strained her eye really-down the
    deaths column. People no longer had any stamina and many younger
    than herself died every day. Anderson, Arbuthnot, Beresford, Brewster,
    Brown, Carstairs--she had once known a Mrs. Carstairs who lived down
    the road, but it wasn't her, she was called Diana, not Madeleine. Davis,
    Edwards, Egan, Fitch, Graham, Kureishi. There were three Nolans, very
    odd that, it wasn't a common name. Palmer, Pritchard, Rawlings, Reeves-Reeves!
    How extraordinary and what a coincidence. This was thefirst time she
    had looked at the Telegraph for months and what should she find but the
    announcement of his wife's death. For it certainly was his wife.

    On 15 June, at home, Eileen Margaret, aged 78, beloved wife
    of Dr. Stephen Reeves of Woodstock, Oxon. Funeral 21 June
    at St. Bede's Church, Woodstock. No flowers. Donations to
    cancer research.

    This small print was terribly hard to read but there was no doubt about
    it. Would he notice if she cut it out of the paper? Possibly, but what
    could he do about it if he did? Now to find the scissors. Her own might be
    in the bathroom cabinet or the oven--seldom used, it made a useful
    cupboard--or somewhere in the bookshelves, but an old woman like him
    would keep his in a neatly arranged

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