Eimear McBride - The Lesser Bohemians

So that was that and we just sat there in the aftermath. I didn’t know what else to say. I was completely fucking blind with rage. She was crying at first, then Stephen, she said I’ve behaved so badly, but I didn’t have the energy for it. Leave it Marianne, I said There’s nothing else to say. But No, she said Everything you’ve said is true and I’ve thought about it many times in recent months. And what, Marianne, I said Did you think? She said I think, how could I not have forgiven you by now, Stephen? I should have long ago because, the truth is, I’ve never been sorry I laid eyes on you. You gave her to me and I love her and, God, she looks so like you too. I sometimes think that’s my punishment for taking her away, having to look at you in her every day. I think I should have gotten over myself years ago. On balance the time with you was difficult, yes, but you didn’t ruin my life. As it turns out, those few years were a rough patch in what’s been a fairly calm sea. By and large my parents took care of me. Expensive education. I never wanted materially, and when everything went to pieces with you I still had a home to run to. Soon after you I met Philip and I’ve been happy with him. I have three children I love — even if one is intent on driving me insane. I’ve had all those things I wanted in life. Big house. Nice car. A career which, if not stellar, is enough. And even though I know it’s not for me, here you are after all I did, still willing to help with Grace. I think I’ve been pretty lucky in life, very, in comparison to you. Stephen, I feel terrible about what I said to Grace and I know it’s far too late but I am very ashamed of having cut you out of her life. I can never make that up to you but I do apologise, sincerely apologise, and hope you’ll forgive me one day.

I just looked at her Eily. That was pretty fucking unexpected, you know? I wanted to give her an earful then I thought Oh God, I’m so tired of all this and what it’s done to every part of my life. I’m going to see Grace again, that’s what counts, and if nothing else I understand the weight of a past you deeply regret. So I said I will forgive you Marianne but only if you’ll finally do the same? I can’t very well not now, she said Shall we try again, for Grace? Yes, I said I think we should. It got a bit quiet again so, to help finish off, I asked after her boys. She talked a little about them, which eased things up — that and the wine. We drifted on to people we’d known, who I was still in touch with and who was still working? I made some daft remark about being the last man standing and she started to laugh, which then set me off. We were both pretty hysterical I think, as well as a little drunk. But all that primness sliding off her was kind of irresistible. I began to see her again, what had made me so wild about her back then. You look exactly like you did at twenty-one, I said. I wish that was true, she laughed I’ve often wondered how it would be to see you again, if you’d feel like a stranger? And do I? Not really, more solemn perhaps — and whose fault is that? — but mostly the same. Not too much I hope, I said. It was a compliment Stephen, take it! The first year we had together was pretty wonderful don’t you think? It was, I said and, you know Eily, the way she looked at me, I suddenly stopped being angry. I suppose I never thought I’d see her smile at me again. We should do this more often, I said Although, perhaps, without the yelling first. I’m sure we will, she said Now Miss Grace has had her way. We finished up about then. I got the bill and paid — I owed her for her grandmother’s wedding ring, if nothing else.

When we came out she said Walk me as far as Charing Cross? So we strolled across Covent Garden. She scabbed a fag and I said I do remember I got you a coat Marianne, that time you were talking about. You stole me a coat Stephen, she said Which is not the same and a few months later one of your cronies stole it again. Then I got stuck in a bus queue in the rain and caught a cold and that’s how Grace came to be. Really? Oh yes, I was quite sick and you were very sweet, kept bringing me bowls of soup and tea. You were always very attentive when I was ill, quite endearing actually. So I was just getting better, and you were in my good books for a change, and we ended up having a go. You kept saying how warm I was and should have a temperature more often, do you remember? And, funnily enough, I actually did but I said I never realised that was the moment. Soon as I woke up the next morning, she said I had the feeling something had changed. I remember looking over at you, fast asleep beside, just starting to run a temperature yourself, and I thought Well Stephen, nothing will ever be the same again. For some reason I put an arm round her then. And she let me. We were both so wrecked. It was like the walking fucking wounded. But nice to be there, in that moment and sunlight, walking down the Strand.

When we got to Charing Cross, I hailed her a cab. Before she got in, we said our goodbyes and I went to kiss her cheek but she kissed me on the mouth, properly, you know? I was kind of off guard so I kissed her back. He looks over at me, but how can I react? Just pretend to nod calmly until he looks away. It was strange to kiss her, he says Because it was the same and, naturally, the old troublesome part of me started thinking Well, that might be fun. Old times’ sake et cetera and then I thought of you and it was a pretty tired kiss after that, between two people who are really done. When we stopped she said That was nice. I thought Shit! and said Look Marianne. Only checking, she laughed Mind still on other things, eh Stephen? I didn’t answer but, as she got in, she said So there is someone? I just shrugged. That was not a conversation I wanted to have with her. Never mind, I’m married, she said And I already know you shouldn’t be my type, so I’ll see you in Canada. See you soon, I said, shutting the door. Then they pulled out into the traffic and that was that.

Fuck Stephen, I say looking at him, only realising now what’s different. His whole body. It’s filled with light. He just doesn’t know it yet and holds himself, because it’s strange, very tightly down. So we look at each other with quiet eyes until he, too overcome even to smile, lights another cigarette. Stephen, you’re going to see Grace. I’m so happy for you. I can’t really believe it, he says I went into the first travel agent I passed and booked my ticket, second week of August, just over two weeks. Then I called her. Not for long — I’d only two pound coins — but she picked up and said Dad I knew it would be you. So I told her I was coming, that I’d see her soon. That things would be better with her mother from now on. That I loved her. She said it too. I asked if I could call for longer tomorrow? She said Yes, as my money ran out. And he covers his face because, maybe, he’ll cry? Then shakes his head, to be rid instead, and looks up outside. I can see he thinks of something so far off from here. The purpling sky of Kentish Town isn’t it. Who am I in the middle of this? Thank you for coming here to tell me, I say, expecting him to get up now and start making to leave but when he does how will I keep the promise I made? He doesn’t move though. He says I decided I’d walk back, to clear my head, but the further I did the harder it became. Because, despite everything that had just occurred, I started dreading the hours ahead of sitting in that empty room. And I kept remembering last night, how it was before you came. Then how pointless it felt to kiss Marianne. How I know — and I do — that’ll be the same with any woman who isn’t you. And we are suddenly in the ocean. It is almost over our heads. But he stands up then, quick then, chucks out his cigarette. So I thought I better come see you, he says. Why? I ask, with the heart going awful in my chest. Because I am a fucking hypocrite, he says But I’m so tired of it and I don’t want to make myself learn to live without you. So what do you think about getting on with our life together, whatever that will be like? Stephen, do you mean it? He pulls me up to my feet. I do, he says Will you have me back? I will, I say. Come on then, he smiles Let’s you and me go home.