He stopped abruptly and glared at her as if defying her to question him further about his daughter.
She said, ‘So did Fred attend the wedding?’
‘Oh no,’ said Wolf, relaxing. ‘That would have been too much. I hoped right up till the ceremony started he’d show up. Then, once it started, I was scared he might!’
‘Why?’
‘That bit when the vicar asks if anyone knows of any impediment, I imagined the church door bursting open and Fred coming in with his axe and yelling, “How’s this for an impediment?” I remember, after the vicar asked the question he seemed to pause for ever. Then Johnny glanced round to the back of the church and shouted, “Speak up then” and that set everyone laughing.’
‘Johnny…?’
‘Johnny Nutbrown. He was my best man.’
‘A large step from being the nose-bleeding object of your anger,’ she said. ‘How did that come about?’
‘You mean, how come I didn’t have any old friends of my own to take on the job? Simple. I was always a loner and the few half friendships I formed at school didn’t survive my transformation, as you call it.’
‘But didn’t you make any new ones during this transformation period?’ she asked. ‘Even lowly woodcutters on a quest to perform three impossible tasks probably need a bit of human contact on the way.’
‘I don’t know, I didn’t meet any others,’ he said shortly.
Then he pushed back his chair and stood up, reaching into his blouson as he did so.
‘You’re curious about me and Johnny Nutbrown?’ he said. ‘Well, I think you’ll find all you need to know in here.’
And there it was, the next exercise book just as she’d hypothesized.
But by producing it he had once again stepped aside from talking about those missing years, so as she took the book, she felt it less as a triumph than an evasion.
Let’s move on from our little diversion into childhood trauma and adolescent sexuality, shall we? Where was I before you nudged me down that fascinating side road?
Oh yes.
I’d been in a coma for the best part of nine months.
During the early stages of my so-called recovery, I’ve no idea what proportion of my time I spent out of things. All I do know is that every period of full lucidity seemed to provide the opportunity for a new piece of shit to be hurled at me.
I rapidly came to see that, far from things going away while I lay unconscious, they had got immeasurably and by now irrecoverably worse.
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