“What I need is to go home.”
But his eyelids were already closing, and by the time Kit reappeared with the tea he was asleep. Kit put the tray down, glanced at the bed, and mouthed: “See you downstairs.”
Left alone, Elinor poured herself a cup of tea and settled back to drink it. Damn, she was thinking. Paul obviously wasn’t well enough to be moved, but she couldn’t just leave him here — and that meant her spending an evening with Kit. Something she’d so far managed to avoid. Her relationship with Kit, never easy, seemed to become more and more complicated. He’d been serving with Toby in the months leading up to Toby’s death, but he’d never written to her about it, and when she wrote to him, he hadn’t replied. An omission Paul had described at the time as “unforgivable.” Later, he’d told Paul as much as he knew about Toby’s death — or as much as he could bring himself to tell — but he’d never directly told her anything. She’d found that hard to forgive, and for a long time, even after he married Catherine, her closest friend, she’d seen as little of him as possible. Avoiding him had not been too difficult, since she and Paul spent a lot of time in Spain whereas he and Catherine had lived in Germany for a number of years before finally settling in America. An occasional encounter in London or New York — strained civility — and that was it: friendship over.
Only now Kit was back in London, working as an ambulance driver in the same Tottenham Court Road depot as Elinor. This proximity added a new dimension to what had always been a difficult — well, what could you call it? Association? They were now members of the same team: they’d trained together, grumbled together, drunk endless cups of stewed tea together; and now — almost nightly, when she was in London — faced danger together. All this inevitably produced a sense of comradeship that was both intense and impersonal. But it was the same with all the drivers. It hardly seemed to matter whether you liked the person or not. You just jogged along together, because you had to. This was something altogether new in Elinor’s experience, though she supposed the men were familiar with it from the last war. Even so, she’d managed to avoid anything in the way of direct contact with Kit. If they went to the pub, it was always in a group of five or six other people. Sitting around in the depot, waiting for calls, she talked to Violet or Dana. She doubted if she’d exchanged a single personal word with him in the last few months — nor had she wanted to. So she wasn’t particularly looking forward to this evening, but it needn’t last long; she could always say she was tired and needed an early night.
On her way downstairs, she paused to peer into an aquarium that stood in a recess on the half-landing, but, though well stocked with plants, it seemed to be empty. Kit had come out of a door on the right and was looking up at her.
“I can’t see any fish.”
“That’s because there aren’t any.” He came upstairs and took the tray from her. “It’s all for him.” He pointed to a small terrapin lurking at the bottom of the tank.
“Oh, I didn’t see him.”
“No, well, he’s very well disguised, isn’t he?” He hesitated. “When I was a child I used to think that was me.”
“What, rattling around on your own?”
“Felt like it sometimes.” He nodded towards the stairs as if to emphasize the size of the house.
“Must feel a little bit like that now.”
“It does, rather. I mean, I suppose I could live at the club, but…Oh, I don’t know.” He led the way into the drawing room. “Would you like a drink?”
She suppressed a smile: he so obviously needed her to have a drink. “What are you having?”
“Whisky.”
“Go on, I’ll join you.”
The glass he handed her was rather large. Never mind, she could always take it slowly. He was busy drawing the blinds.
She took a sip of whisky and recoiled from the peaty taste. Kit didn’t seem to have heard of water. “Don’t you think the blackout’s worse in summer? In winter you can kid yourself it feels cosy, but…”
“I don’t think I ever managed that.” He sat down, about as far away as he could get while remaining in the same room. “How did you find him?”
“Not good.”
“He had a bad night. We had a bad night.”
“No, he’s not been sleeping well.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Did he tell you about the dizziness?”
“He didn’t have to, he fell over.”
“Oh, as bad as that?”
“He said something about flu.”
“Yes, that’s when it started. Apparently there’s nothing much wrong. I mean, we were terrified at first — well, you can imagine — but it’s nothing like that. Nothing serious.”
“What do you think’s causing it?”
“Well, like the doctor said — flu.”
“You don’t believe that.”
She hesitated. “No, I don’t, not really. I mean, it’s certainly worse if he gets upset about something.”
“He was upset last night.”
“Was he?”
“Yes, he was hiding it well, but looking back, I think he was in quite a state. He met some sort of weird woman in the square — the one weird sister, I think — and she said she could see a ginger-haired boy standing behind him. But Paul was actually looking at a ginger-haired boy at the time — staring at him, in fact — and she obviously picked up on that.”
“Did he tell you about Kenny?”
“He did, yes.”
She closed her eyes. “Oh, poor Paul. That’s the last thing he needed.”
“As I say, he was in quite a state.” He raised his empty glass, asking her if she’d like another. When she shook her head, he got up and refilled his own. “Are you back in town now?”
“Yes — though there’s an awful lot of sorting out still.”
“I was sorry to hear about your mother.”
She thanked him, and then the talk turned to other things. Not, as she’d expected, their shared experiences of driving an ambulance. No, by mutual, unspoken consent, they went right back to their student days at the Slade, before the last war, before his silence after Toby’s death divided them. Rather to her surprise, Elinor began to enjoy it. All those fancy-dress parties, what was all that about? And they’d put so much effort into it…
“Do you remember the last one?” she asked. “We must have been sewing costumes for a week.”
“Was that the one where you and Catherine went as Harlequin?”
She smiled. “Yes, both of us.”
“And you wouldn’t take your masks off, or say anything, so nobody could tell which was which. And you danced with each other all evening, wouldn’t let any of the men break in.”
“Funny, Paul remembers that too.”
“Elinor, every man who was there remembers that.”
“Yes, you were all standing round the edge of the dance floor with your tongues hanging out.”
“Ah, so you did know? Thought you did.”
“Wasn’t why we were doing it though…”
“No, you never took your eyes off each other — all evening.”
Elinor looked down into her glass. “How is she?”
“Pretty good. Well, as far as I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ve never regretted the marriage. It gave me Anne.”
“How old is she now?”
“Six. She’s got two gaps in her front teeth. Just here.” He tapped his own teeth. “She’s very proud of them; she was one of the last people in her class to get them. I think she thought it was never going to happen.”
“It’s a nice age,” Elinor said, vaguely. She found it hard to imagine Kit as a father.
“Do you know, I was thinking the other evening — well, the middle of the night, really — the last time the three of us were together — I mean, under the same roof — was the start of the last war.”