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Martin Edwards: All the Lonely People

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“Convince me.”

She studied her crimson fingernails. “Mick and I have drifted apart. He’s back in his old ways, hanging around with his cronies up at the gym. Keeps making mysterious phone calls and throwing a fortune away on the horses. Sometimes I don’t see him for days on end. I’m on my own so much, I even started working again. With Matt Barley at the Freak Shop.”

“So I heard.”

“You did?” She sighed. “Poor Matt, he’s always been kind.”

“You work part-time, he told me.”

“Yes.” An evasive look flitted across her face. “It fits in well with — other things. And it’s a break. I’m not made to be the little lady, sitting at home whilst my feller spends every spare minute with a bunch of Second Division crooks.” She resumed her scrutiny of her hands. “I’ve finally decided to ditch him, Harry.”

His stomach muscles tightened. He hardly dared hope that she was back to stay. Forget that idea, he warned himself: a re-make is never as good as the original movie. But he could not forget it. Not wanting to say anything, he gazed at a bit of the carpet which was free of his papers. It was patterned in grey; he had chosen the colour that would best hide the dust.

Liz began to speak rapidly, the words running into each other. “I know you think I’m reaping my desserts. I can’t blame you, there’s no excuse for the way I behaved. I’m not asking for sympathy. But these past two years haven’t been easy. I reckon I loved Mick once, but now I hate him and he hates me. He’s mean and he’s selfish and his temper is vile.”

Harry waited.

Head bowed, she said, “And I’ve met somebody else. I need him badly. Don’t wince — I’m serious. I’ve made all my mistakes. This is for real.”

He closed his eyes, said nothing. There was nothing to say.

She talked on, though he hardly listened: “I thought Mick had no idea. I was afraid of how he might react. We’ve been so careful to keep it secret. But Mick’s been too quiet lately, it isn’t natural. Withdrawn, scarcely bothering to rant or rave if I burn his meal… as if he’s planning what to do with me. He’s even had me followed. I’m scared, Harry, I swear it. I believe — I believe he wants to kill me.”

Liz always had a flair for melodrama, he thought. Like a heroine from one of those soap operas that used to glue her attention to the TV screen. Why did she never go on the stage? No actress could match her talent for fantasy. Long ago in their married life he’d learned that she would never be content; she had a child’s thirst for new excitements.

Eventually, she said, “Well?”

“What are you asking for, Liz?”

She stifled an exclamation of impatience. “Your advice, of course. That’s your job, isn’t it? Giving the lawyer’s impartial view. Solving problems. I don’t know why you never made more money.” She flushed. “Sorry. Me and my big mouth. But I do need your help. I trust you, Harry, always did. Tell me what to do.”

He made a don’t-care gesture with his shoulders. “If you’re worried about Coghlan, move in with your new fancy man. He’ll protect you.”

“That’s difficult.” She licked the tip of her forefinger; an old, unconscious mannerism. “Trouble is, he’s married.”

Typical, Harry reflected. Aloud, he said, “And his wife?”

“His wife is — well, let’s just say she’s neurotic. He needs to pick his moment to break the news that he’s walking out.”

That struck a chord. He recalled the slow torture of those last few days before she finally left him one winter’s evening. The skirting round of conversational no-go areas. Meaning less small talk at the dinner table. Silence in bed. And the awareness of a marriage rotting like so much dead grass.

“I get the picture.”

She averted her face. “Mick’s away at present. Down in London, or so he says. All the same, I can’t go back to that house tonight, can’t take the risk that he might turn up. Harry, he’s violent! Dangerous. I daren’t imagine what he intends to do. It’s best to hide until everything’s worked out. So — it occurred to me — I mean, would you mind if I stayed here for a day or two?”

Only Liz would have the nerve to ask, he thought. Her gift for making an outrageous request seem logical would be envied by any lawyer who ever made a speculative application for bail. The darkness of her hair, the height of her cheekbones, were the only clues to her Polish ancestry: in her instinct for the main chance, she was Liverpudlian through and through.

Wryly, he said. “Are you sure you’ll be safe here?”

She treated him to her best knee-melting smile. “As safe as anywhere in the world. And I won’t give you any hassle. I’ll be out of your hair soon, I promise.”

He stubbed out his cigarette and immediately lit another. She frowned and asked, “When did you start smoking again?”

“Day after you last saw me.” He blew a smoke ring and waited for her to make a know-all comment about lung cancer or the nicotine stains on his hands. But for once in her life she had the sense to keep quiet and eventually he said, “Okay, you can stay.”

“Thanks. That’s wonderful.” Almost to his surprise, he sensed that her gratitude was genuine.

“Where are your things?”

“I travel light, remember? I have a bag with me. Tomorrow I’ll pick up the other odds and ends, if I’m sure Mick’s still out of town.” She smiled. “Let’s talk more in the morning. I’ve so much to tell you, you wouldn’t believe it. But there’s plenty of time. Tell you the truth, right now, I feel as if it’s my birthday, not yours, and there are a hundred candles on the cake.”

Yawning, she stood up. Even her simplest movement was invested with that feline grace. He couldn’t help saying, “You look no different from the woman I married.”

“Flattery will get you anywhere.” Their eyes met for a moment, before Liz moved away and said, “Well, maybe not everywhere. I went on a tour whilst you were out. You only have one bedroom.”

The bed was their old kingsize. “It’s all I need.”

An I’m-not-to-be-tempted look flitted across her face. Her tone was gentle but firm. “The last few weeks have been hell for me, Harry. Truly. I must have a good night’s rest. So what are the options?”

He weighed up her expression for a moment and then said, “The sofa folds down.”

“Would that do for you? I mean — you know how it is?”

When he didn’t reply, she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek before disappearing into the bathroom. Already she was at ease with the geography of the flat, gliding around as if it were home. He heard the shower running and said to himself: That’s your wife in there, this is your chance to make it happen again. But he knew that he, too, was in danger of succumbing to fantasy and all he did was pour himself a whisky and settle back in his chair.

Soon she re-emerged, a towel wrapped round her hair. She had stripped off the jeans; her bare legs were as smooth as ever. “I’d forgotten what a mess you make of the toothpaste,” she said. “You need a woman to take charge.”

“My trouble is, I attract the wrong type.”

She laughed. “I deserved that.”

“You deserve much worse.” He couldn’t help grinning. For all her faults, Liz had always been able to make fun of herself, as well as of those around her.

“I like this flat,” she said gently, “but it’s lonely. You don’t have anyone special?”

Only you, he wanted to say.

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