‘I’ll make him promise to take her with him.’
‘Promise! In a year you’ll run into him in London doing your Christmas shopping, and he’ll be with another woman saying this time it’s true love.’
Bodger put his head in his hands.
Vance said at last, ‘You’re a good man and people respect you. But this is weakness.’ He passed the money over. ‘There’s one condition. Lisa goes with him. If she doesn’t, I’ll kick his backside into the sea.’
10
Next day, a Thursday, Karen closed a part of the restaurant and held a small party for her son’s birthday. When Rocco and Lisa arrived Vance was giving the boy his present.
‘He’s going to be a businessman,’ Vance told Bodger. ‘But not in this country.’
‘What’s wrong with this country?’
Vance was looking across at Rocco and Lisa.
‘That woman doesn’t know she is about to be betrayed, does she? Or have you spoken to him?’
‘Not yet.’
Vance told the waitress to give them drinks and then said, ‘Sometimes I look around and think I’m the only person working in England — keeping everyone else alive, paying ridiculous taxes. Maybe I’ll just give up too, chuck it all in, and sit in the pub.’
‘Someone’s got to run the pub, Vance.’
‘You’re exactly right.’
Rocco was greeting people; he smiled unctuously at Vance. They shook hands. Then Rocco guided Bodger into a quiet corner.
‘Tomorrow is Friday.’ He was biting his nails. ‘Did you get me the loan?’
‘Some of it. I’ll get the rest later.’
‘Thank God!’
‘No, thank me.’
‘Yes, yes. You’ve saved me.’
Bodger said, ‘Look at Lisa! How could you go anywhere without those shoulders?’
‘We owe so much money here, we can’t leave. And where will we both stay in London? I’ve got friends, but I can’t impose her on people. How come you’ve suddenly got a problem with our agreement? Have you been talking to someone? It’s Vance, isn’t it? I thought you had a mind of your own.’
Bodger blurted out, ‘Take her with you, or I’ll give you no more money.’
‘Don’t you know how to love a friend?’
‘Don’t you know how to love Lisa?’
Karen came over with her son. ‘Am I interrupting? Rocco, look at this.’
She made the boy show Rocco his essays and drawings. ‘Excellents’ and ‘very goods’ danced before Rocco’s eyes. Karen remarked in the posh voice she adopted on these occasions. ‘They push them hard at private schools.’
‘I know,’ said Rocco. ‘I am hoping, in the next few years, to make a partial recovery.’
He wanted his freedom; he didn’t want Lisa. If he stayed the bills would mount up. He would get more frustrated. Other people wanted you to live lives as miserable as theirs. This they considered moral behaviour.
He thought of the moment the train would pull away and how he would open a bottle of beer to celebrate. Of course, when Lisa did get to London he would have to squirm and lie to get rid of her: as if everyone didn’t lie at times, as if the lie were not protecting something, the integrity of a life. Lying was an underrated and necessary competence.
From across the room Lisa felt Moon’s eyes on her. She wanted to go with him to the beach. And then she felt she had no control over herself. Her desire made her want to leave Rocco. He would protest, of course. He needed her more than he acknowledged. But she would make plans secretly, and then announce them. It was time to get away.
Moon and Rocco nodded at one another and went outside to try some weed Moon had been growing using a new method involving human shit. Moon was intending to set up as a dealer, and move to London. He was awaiting Rocco’s opinion.
Rocco’s bloodshot eyes had closed. Then he started chuckling. Moon nodded confidentially. ‘Cool, cool.’ But after a time Rocco was clucking, and his head started to thrash as he reacted to some welling disturbance or internal storm. He started looking at people with a wild, frightened disposition, as if he feared they would attack him, his guffaws became shriller until he sounded like a small dog. He tried to get up from the table but his legs would not obey him and his right arm started jumping about on the table. Bodger was so alarmed that he and a frightened Moon led Rocco downstairs, supporting his head from behind while Feather held a glass against his teeth, and water spilled onto his chest.
Lisa was clutching the back of the chair, afraid she would fall, terrified that Moon had told Rocco about them.
She went to Bodger. ‘What’s wrong with him?’
‘He’s smoked too much.’
‘Not more than normal,’ said Moon hastily.
‘What is it, the stuff you gave him?’
‘Mellow Wednesday. Because it’s mellow.’
‘I’m still alive,’ Rocco moaned, and said quietly to Bodger, ‘If I can get out of here I’ll be okay.’
Later, they all walked along the front under a violet sky.
Fearing that Moon might try and talk to her, Lisa tried to stay close to Karen and her son. Fear and dejection weakened her; she could hardly move her legs. But she didn’t go home, thinking Moon would try and accompany her. They went down to the beach.
11
‘I’m going,’ said Rocco at last.
Lisa took his arm. ‘Me too.’
Rocco said, ‘Thanks for the smoke, Moon. I’ll do the same for you some day.’
Moon said he was going in her direction. What a fool she’d been to provoke Moon, but she had been stupefied by desire. Now she had to take the consequences.
Rocco turned away. ‘I’ve got stuff to do. See you later.’
‘I must talk to you,’ said Moon, when he’d gone. ‘You’re playing games with me.’
Lisa said, ‘But I’m depressed.’
‘That’s not going to stop me fucking you this evening. Otherwise what you’ve been doing will get around. People round here will certainly be interested, you know what they’re like. In fact I think I’m going to fuck you today and tomorrow. After, you can do what you want.’
Lisa stopped at her front door. It was getting dark. She listened to the steady sea roar, glanced up at the star-strewn sky and felt she wanted to finish with everything.
‘You’re right, I’ve messed you around.’
She walked rapidly away and then turned up a side street leading away from the town. Pale patches of light from illuminated windows lay here and there on the road and she felt like a fly, perpetually falling into an inkpot and then crawling out again into the light. Moon was following her. At one point he stumbled, fell, and started laughing.
She turned. ‘Not in my house.’
12
Rocco had decided to spare Lisa all the lies at once. He would spread them out. He had also had another brilliant idea: to tell Bodger that she was going to accompany him, and, at the last moment, announce that she wasn’t well enough. If Bodger wouldn’t give him the money he’d leave anyway, hitch-hiking to London and sleeping on the street. After yesterday’s embarrassing paranoid fit, staying in the town was impossible.
Having decided this he felt better. He would visit Bodger for lunch, and charm him, and put him at ease. As soon as he walked in he saw Vance and Feather.
Before Rocco could get out, Vance said, ‘How d’you feel after your little fit? I thought only women had hysterics.’
‘Hysteria is ridiculous, yes. But most people recognise that paranoia is a kind of language, speaking to us but in a disguised way.’