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think
he’ll still be hung-over then?’
    She smiled very
sweetly, ‘He’ll be much better later. Trust me. I’m going to get
him a little fresh air. We’ll ring you at four o’clock whatever
happens. I think we need to move as fast as possible on this. In
the mean time I’ll get in touch with George. And see if there is
anything that can be used.’
    ‘What about
everyone getting together?’
    ‘Alex has
offered his place. He isn’t connected except by an accident of
poetry and other things… so that is where we will meet. Bring milk.
He never seems to have it in the house.’
    ‘Ok. Err, Dr
Rhodes.’
    ‘I think it’s
about time you called me by my first name. I’m not the adult to a
class of crazy kids anymore. No job in that area. If I say
anything, it’s strictly as a friend. Oh and Davey… to stop
embarrassing you. I will warn you next time. So you can look away.’
She looked at the sleeping Jules with a softened expression.
    ‘I’m happy for
you.’ I stuttered.
    ‘I think that
you ought to know that Jules has been my aim for a very long time.
I hadn’t to cross the line. Ironic isn’t it? That losing my job
with the Project might actually be the best think that has happened
this week.’
    ‘But you are
still Psyche girl.’
    She smiled.
‘Yes Davey. I still am. You can depend on my services for the
foreseeable future. I very much want the bad stuff to stop. Just as
you do.’
    ‘Thanks
Violette. I’ll see you later.’
    She roared off
down the street and I got a one way ticket to the stop one further
on than she had suggested. I decided to get off a stop later as it
was about equidistant to Janey’s house.
    As the train
rattled its way along the tracks I ached inside for her touch. The
fact that she wasn’t my Janey, made that ache all the more acute. I
would have to be content with the simple fact of her being there.
Something caught my eye. I watched as someone got on at Wood Green.
I thought they were familiar. The next stop I got off. So much for
coincidence. It was Mrs Cardell! Horrible woman. But she hadn’t
seen me, as she had her nose stuck in a woman’s magazine.
     
    I threaded
through the early morning crowds. Twenty minutes later on a brick
path, I was without any coherent thought. She had me. All reason.
All judgement. In one kiss she had stolen my soul. I wanted it
back. If this Janey could show me that the mad dream I had lived
was over… then I would fall on my sword without complaint. Broken
hearts are easy things to ignore if the world is falling apart
around you.
    I was still
trying to find the impulse to ring the doorbell, when it sprung
open and Marcia grabbed me by my arm and yanked me inside. I yelped
in pain. It was the right one. She slid bolts and dragged me into a
back room full of paper models. My confused mind was reeling with
searing nerve signals that would take a full ten minutes to fade.
Janey stood by a window. I blinked. Marcia pushed me forward.
    ‘There’s no
need to be so rough!’ I said sharply. Pain came back. And doubt. No
reason to explain the fear though, gnawing into a wooden bit of the
mind: a bottom drawer; out of which reason fell like sand when the
whole thing is shaken about.
    ‘She said that
you know my brother?’ This wasn’t what I had expected.
    ‘Yes.’ I rubbed
my arm leaning forward slightly as I did so. I squeezed my eyes
shut partly from the double hurt of the physical, and humiliation
of the ego. Also because suddenly I didn’t want to see her. Then I
saw that shielded as she was in a halo of backlight her face was
kept from my mind.
    ‘Why won’t you
look at me?’ her voice was very calm, a quietude that barely
inflected with the admonition.
    ‘I don’t know
you,’ I opened my eyes towards the floor.
    Her voice
travelled round to the left. There was now a table between us.
    ‘Davey…’ a
whisper. I peeked sideways slowly, not heeding the arm for now.
Eyes moved near to her eyes then back. Slowly I stared and