Rob arrived back at the flat in a state of filth and fatigue.
Hed spent an entire afternoon sorting out leaks in an old ladys
under sink pipes, her kitchen like an oven and her unsolicited revelations
concerning the proclivities of her late husband increasingly intimate.
Oh, he could be amorous enough at times, yes, but at others, oh dear me,
he was hard pressed to raise a chuckle. Robs instincts for customer
care told him he needed to raise a chuckle in response to that, dubious as it
was, and he did, even though at the time he was jammed right under the sink,
his head inches away from a pipe with God knows what gathered on it, sweat
running down his face.
He let himself in and put down his bag. At times like this, he
had mixed feelings about Karen no longer being here; the quietness and
intimidating emptiness were the down side, but the upside was peace, relief
from Karens endless trivial mini-crises, the edgy small scale melodrama
of her life, things she had or hadnt been able to do or get hold of,
things people had or hadnt supposedly said or thought about her. He
wanted needed a shower, plain and simple, with no complicated
distractions, and now he could strip and place himself under one in three
What came next, he thought, was food; the afternoon had given
him a mountainous appetite. Food to be delivered, too, to save him going out.
He toyed with pizza, but then decided on a stronger flavour; genuine Indian
cuisine, it had to be, as in the Madras Palace version of it. Their stuff was
good, hot and without unfortunate next morning consequences.
He half-dressed, relishing the cool cleanliness of his skin, and
picked up his phone.
Id like to order something for delivery,
please, he said.
A husky, breathy undertone answered him, sighs between the
You naughty - _naughty_ boy. I think I know - well enough
- what kind of delivery _you_ have in mind.
I can give you your desire - bad _bad_ boy, but
youre going to have to tell me - however
shy you may be about it - just _exactly_ what it is you
Well, chicken tikka masala with pilau rice would do for
Oh, God. Huskiness turned rapidly to indignation.
Are you after this that bloody takeaway again? Weve told BT about
this a hundred times. Its getting really embarrassing now. I went on for
five minutes the other day before any voice came on, stuff about my knickers
edging down anticipating my masters passion, and some woman says, I
dont know what youre after love, all Im looking for is a lamb
karma and a couple of chapatis.
As she spoke, the tone and the delivery came back to Rob with an
Is that you, Janice? Janice Murchison?
A long, long pause, a few clicks and tuts, and a resigned,
philosophical voice returned.
Oh well, I suppose theres not much point in denying
it. Im getting fed up with this lark anyway. Ive not placed who you
are yet, love, but somethings very, very familiar.
Jason Robinson. Rob. I was the year below you in Curzon
Road Comp. You gave me a birthday kiss on my fifteenth birthday, because you
were leaving school the week after and you were feeling generous. Ive
always remembered it.
Pause again. Now the voice had quietened, and the huskiness was
Jason Robinson. Gracious me. How are you, love? What do
Plumber. He said it neutrally and quite confidently
now, instead of mumbling it. I was after making some money, you know?
Didnt fancy finishing up owing thousands of pounds and having some degree
not worth the paper its printed on. Waste of time, for me anyway, not cut
out for it, Janice. But Im doing alright, bit of cash in the pocket. What
about you? he said, and as quickly wanted it unsaid, hurrying on to try
for another meaning. You were knocking round with Eddie McCann,
werent you, at school?
Yeah. For a good while. Too bloody long.
Oh. A heavily pregnant silence for a good ten
seconds, Rob wondering what to ask, Janice wondering what to answer.
Are you still er said Rob softly.
Naw. Janice was scornful. Do you think
Id be doing this if I was still married to Eddie? Hed rearrange my
face for me, no worries. He tried that a few times anyway.
Yeah. Case, the lads at school used to call
him. Though not to his face.
Yeah. Ed Case.
Janice laughed twice, a dry rasping noise, almost forced out of
Right. Right enough.
No-one could see what you saw in him.
Oh. Robbo. Janice sighed, thought about it, and
decided why not? I thought he had hidden depths. I thought no-one can
just be a big daft lad who cares about nothing but football, fighting and
Did he have hidden depths?
No. He _was_ is a big daft lad who cares
about nothing but football, fighting and cars.
Another silence, but this time they both knew more was on its
I tried every which way, Robbo. Looking for finer feelings
that werent there. Looking for some idea of a little adventure, in love
and life; no way. Im just grateful I didnt marry the bastard. But
he did one thing for me; hes one of the reasons why Im doing this.
Foxy Lady Nitechat. And thanks for not asking, Rob, you always were a polite
lad, I remember. I dont do it all the time, of course; I work in a shop
during the day. And the moneys not much. Its just that I realised
after Eddie that I didnt really know anything about men. I thought, if
they really are all as simple as Eddie, then theres no point, Im
just going to be bored, or scared, or both. The odd fling, one-nighter,
therapeutic shag, that kind of thing. Thats more or less the way
its been since Eddie anyway. But I needed to get to know them better and
maybe improve my chances of not having to spend my life alone, with no family.
And Foxy Ladys my way. I mean, you dont have to actually do
anything to anyone, its all on the phone, they dont even know my
name. But, God, you do get to know them.
Maybe the worst side of them.
Well, maybe. But when it comes to it, almost all guys are
into stuff which is basically pretty harmless; strange, sometimes, hilarious,
now and then, but not anything which hurts anyone,
just some kink, usually out of childhood or teens or what people
have told them. And you get extras; guilt, shame, embarrassment about letting
on about what they really want, because it makes them vulnerable, I suppose.
But now, when some girlfriend says, theyre all the same, I
think, theyre not, lady, theyre not, believe me. I just think it.
In case I have to explain how I know it.
The pause lengthened to seconds; they wondered if that was it
without wanting it to be.
Anyway, thats me, Robbo, what about you? I had a bit
of a thing about you, while Im confessing. It makes a change, me doing
the confessing. You always looked sensational at the swimming gala.
A thing about me? Rob felt himself blushing,
absurdly, and recalling his own frustrations. But why Eddie then?
You were a bit younger, and maybe not my league. Clever
lad, student or something. And I suppose that girlie obsession with the
mega-macho you have before you know better.
Robs turn, and the quick think it over and decide why not
process worked as well for him.
Yes, I had the hots for you too, Janice. But I didnt
do much about it for the same reason. Out of my league. Too confident, sure of
herself, no chance for younger lads.
So why Karen whats her name? All that time
well, thats what I heard.
Hidden depths again, Janice, I suppose. I thought no-one
can really be a simple-minded bimbo who cares about nothing but fashion,
cosmetics and celebrities.
No hidden depths?
Not a chance. She _was_ - is - a simple-minded bimbo who
cares about nothing but fashion, cosmetics and celebrities. And the funny thing
is, Janice, that even though I didnt plan it to be that way like you did,
I finished up in a business which has taught me a lot about women, and it
needed that to happen before I even realised what a lot I had to learn. Day
call outs, thats what I do, most of the time, and its almost always
women who are there. Even when both of them are there, as they usually are with
the pensioners, its the woman I finish up talking to. All ages, shapes
and sizes. Women who want to flirt, women who want you to act like a servant,
women who want someone to talk to that last one especially. And I like
that, the talking. The plumbing stuff is like its a formula, procedures,
as if youre following a script. But when you get to the talking,
theyll tell you things which they might never tell anyone else. Stuff
theyve always wanted to do, travel, kinds of work, whatever, which
theyve never had the chance to do. Stuff they just need to tell you about
a neighbour, or a friend, or someone whos in their family and they wish
wasnt. And I never could talk to Karen, not really talk, you know what I
For a moment, he thought theyd been cut off. Then he heard
a kind of click, half tut, half tongue in cheek, and her voice was there again,
Yes, Rob. I know exactly what you mean.
Rob sensed that theyd both run out of track, but he knew
it would be difficult, almost impossible, just to say nice to talk,
Janice. See you. He was still thinking furiously when her voice returned,
different again, brassy and coaxing.
Well, Robbo, lad, how do we go on? Shall I do you a
freebie? Do you want Miss Prim spanking your bare little bum, or Nurse
Naughtiness bed-bathing you a bit at a time, or Pam Policelady taking you to
Only if I can use my appliances to give your pipes a good
seeing-to, Janice. Fair exchange.
She laughed long, loud and infectiously, and he couldnt
help himself from joining in; they made a chorus, their laughter meeting and
reinforcing itself. Janice stopped suddenly, as if struck by a thought.
Right, listen, Robbo. How about this? A deal. Instead of
your Indian take away, Ill make you another special delivery.
Oh, right. Whats that then?
Me. She laughed again. Tell me where you live,
He told her.
About forty minutes. Im come round, Robbo, and then
well go to the Madras Palace; theyve given me enough trouble this
week, its about my turn. Sit down and have a meal right there, and never
mind the takeaways. Well talk, eh, Robbo, talk like people are supposed
to, about old times, about whats happening now, about whatever. Just
talk, yeah? For the time being. Getting to know all over again talking.
Just good friends, eh, Janice?
For the time being, love. For the time being.
Alright, Janice, youre on. You deliver yourself
here, Ill deliver you to the Palace. How
thats for a night out? Janice and Robbo. To go.