down opposite me. âHowâs every little thing?â
âAll right.â
âAre you going to Harryâs party tonight?â
âNoâ.
âWhy not?â
âBecause Iâm going home.â
âOh, of course. Youâre not back till Monday, are you?â
âIâd stay if I wanted.â
âWhat about Hilary? Sheâll be going. Sheâs been invited.â
âWhatâs it to do with you?â
âNothing, but I thought youâd both be going, you know.â
âWell, weâre not.â
âI only thought, you know. I mean, Hilaryâs talking to Gwen as if youâre going together.â
âWe havenât even talked about going yet, so go and get your ears washed out. And when you come back, go and sit somewhere else than with me.â
I got up and went over to where Hilary and Gwen and the rest of the girls were screaming at each other.
âHiya, Vic,â said Gwen.
âNow then,â I said. Then to Hilary: âAre you ready for off then?â
âI havenât had my milk yet.â
âNo. Itâs over there. Come and get it and then weâll make a move. See you, Gwen.â
Hilary saw something was up, so she followed me over to her glass of milk as soon as she had made her farewells.
âWhatâs the matter with you, then?â
I couldnât tell her there so I put on my nicest face and said:
âSweet, Iâm sorry. Look, itâs just the heat and everything. Besides, I havenât seen you for a week and I want you for myself. We only see each other for a short time, you know.â
It pacified her. She drank her milk.
âHow about the pictures this afternoon?â I said. I wanted to see âRio Bravoâ and it was the last day of its run.
âYeah, I donât mind.â
âWeâll just about make the beginning of the one at the Regal if we move now.â
We went to the pictures. We sweated the afternoon away necking on the back row. In the interval, when the lights went up, I told her.
âLook,â I said, âItâs like this. You see, itâs not that I donât feel any the less about you or anything, but well, Iâve got problems, you know, and I canât tell you what they are because, well, I canât. Anyway, until everythingâs blown over, sorted itself out, you know, I think it would be simpler if I didnât see you for a while. Only until everythingâs sorted out. It will be easier for me this way. Try and understand.â
She stared at the seat in front of her.
âWhat are the problems?â
âLook honestly, I canât tell you. I wish I could. Try and under-stand. I canât tell you, really.â
She looked unhappy.
âYouâre sure itâs not because youâve changed or anything because Iâd rather know if it was. I know Iâm only sixteen, but Iâd rather youââ
âLook, honestly Sweet, it isnât that at all. I wish I could explain.â
âI wish you could, too. You canât think very much of me or else youâd tell me what it is.â
The lights began to go down and the advertising came on. In the dark, I told her a pack of lies.
âWell, itâs my folks. Itâs hard for me to tell you, to tell anyone, and I hope you wonât talk about this. I know you wonât, but anyway. You see, Iâitâs hard even to say it. You see, theyâre getting divorced, so...â
âOh, Victor.â
âYeah. Well, I know. Apparently itâs been going on for some time now. Anyway, I didnât know. Not until they told me the other day. It was awful.â
I piled it on. She believed me. She cried in pity and honest concern showed in her face.
âSo you see, itâs just that, well, I have to have time to get used to everything.â
âCouldnât I help you?â
I paused to give me time to think of an