hundred times without the lipstick coming off. They held hands walking down Winterside Down, past Maureenâs house with its curtains like fancy white lace aprons and the polished car outside. Iris and Jerry were already in the Old Bulldog, they had probably been there since it opened. Jerry was a smallish, fattish, pink-faced man, a heavy drinker but showing few signs of this. He was never drunk. His eyes looked as if they had been stewed in brine, they had a soggy yet shrivelled look, and his clothes smelled as if they had been rinsed out in gin. His favourite pastime next to going to the Old Bulldog was watching television with a tumbler of gin and water beside him.
People said Iris had once been even prettier than Carol. Barry found that hard to believe. She was fifty, thin as a skeleton and with long bony legs. She wore her dyed yellow hair shoulder-length to make herself look younger, and she always had very high-heeled sandals on, summer and winter, to show off her high insteps and her thin ankles. Barry guessed she had had a hell of a life with the brutish Knapwell. Yet she was always cheerful, carefree, making the best of a bad job. She smoked forty or fifty cigarettes a day and had a cough which turned her face purple with the strain. Iris couldnât get down to anything without a cigarette.
âLet me just get a fag on,â she would say, or âIâll have to have a cig first.â
Since Knapwell went, there had been (according to Carol) a man called Bill and one called Nobby, but they hadnât lasted long and Jerry had been Irisâs companion for years now. He was a mysterious man who seldom spoke, showed no emotion, seemed to have no family of his own,and who preserved towards everything but gin and the television a sublime indifference. Even his real name was a mystery, for he had begun to call himself Knapwell within a year of moving in with Iris. He worked for Thames Water which made Barry laugh, considering Jerryâs tastes. Iris had a job in a small garment factory housed in what used to be the old Prado cinema.
Barry had a Fosterâs and Carol a gin and tonic. She and Iris talked about childminding arrangements for the coming week. Maybe Maureen could be roped in for one day.
âYou have to be joking,â said Iris. âMaureenâs doing up her lounge. Sheâs been all day stripping.â
âIâll have to take on another evening at Kostasâs, thatâs all,â said Carol. âItâs costing me a fortune.â
Jerry got up. âYou going to have the other half?â he said to Barry as if his lager hadnât been the entire contents of a can but out of a bottle or jug. Knowing what they would want, he didnât waste words on the women.
âLet me get a fag on,â said Iris. She smoked in thoughtful silence. Carol talked about taking on extra work. That troubled Barry who had been feeling happy and contented. He longed to earn more, make a lot of money, so that instead of working longer hours Carol could give up altogether and stay at home with the kids. âThereâs always the council,â Iris said suddenly. âYou could try them, see what they come up with.â
Barry didnât know what she meant for a minute but he could see Carol did. She took one of her motherâs cigarettes, lit it from Irisâs.
âIt may come to that. It just may.â
âIâd like to do more myself,â said Iris. âYou know Iâd bend over backwards to give you a helping hand. But if it means giving in my notice, I have to draw the line. I couldnât let Mr Karim down. Iâve been there seven years or it will be come New Year and he, like, relies on me, doesnât he, Jerry?â She didnât even wait for the confirmation. She knew it wouldnât come. âYouâll have to play it by ear, I reckon,â she said cheerfully. âJust go on from day to day.â
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