No More Meadows (52 page)

Mrs Meenehan had a carrying voice. She could stand outside her back door and talk in her normal tones, and Christine could hear her quite easily from her own house. When she was close to you, she did not bother to turn down the volume any more than she ever turned down the television set.

Had Vinson heard? Was he going to be suspicious now? Frightened, Christine began to think of how she could lie her way out of this.

When Mrs Meenehan had gone, Vinson came into the kitchen to empty his bucket.

‘Finished cleaning?' Christine asked brightly to disguise her uneasiness.

‘Just about. It looks much better now.'

‘It looked all right before, I thought.'

Vinson ignored this. ‘What was Mrs M. saying about your cousin?' he asked. ‘You didn't tell me a relative of yours had been here.' His voice sounded casual, but Christine was afraid.

‘Didn't I?' She tried to speak airily. ‘I suppose I must have forgotten. There were so many other more important things.'

‘Who was he? Nice guy?'

‘Not particularly.' She shrugged her shoulders. ‘Why?'

‘Oh, I don't know.' Vinson went over to the refrigerator. ‘I thought you might like to tell me about him, that's all.'

‘There's nothing to tell. He was a bore.'

‘Uh-huh.' Vinson seemed satisfied. How easy it was to lie. How frighteningly easy to deceive. Christine hated herself for telling yet another lie, and suddenly she hated Vinson for being so easily deceived. How silly of him to be so unsuspecting. He with his dramatic jealousies over nothing at all could not now recognize it when he had a real cause for jealousy. Now that the moment of danger was past, her relief quickly turned to annoyance. Her nerves were strung up into a hot taut thread of irritation.

Vinson turned and said: ‘I wish you'd go up and take off that dressing-gown and get ready.'

‘Don't fuss,' Christine snapped. She would have liked to scream at him.

‘But you forget,' he said earnestly. ‘The Admiral will be here in half an hour.'

‘Oh, damn the Admiral!' Christine burst out. She had thought this so many times, but never risked saying it. She would think it many times again. She saw her future in sudden desperation.

‘I'm sick of the Admiral!' she cried. ‘I'm sick of Mrs Hamer too – and all of them. I'm sick of the whole Navy!'

‘And sick of me?' Vinson asked calmly, taking the ice trays to the sink.

Christine drew in her breath. So the crisis was here. For a moment she could not answer; then she said jerkily: ‘Vin, it's no good. I can't go on.'

‘What's that? I can't hear you with the water running.'

When he turned off the tap, she told him about Tommie. There seemed nothing else to do. It was the time now to finish everything.

Vinson listened without a word until her degrading story was done. It was degrading now. The romance and the glory were
faded, dead as Tommie was dead. It was just the sorry little story of an unfaithful wife.

Vinson was sitting at the kitchen table, tracing the pattern of the plastic cloth. Christine went and stood before him at the end of the table, like a prisoner before a judge.

‘Well,' she asked wearily, ‘now what?'

‘Nothing,' he said without looking up. ‘I knew this already.'

‘You
knew?'

‘Yes, I knew. Chet Staples, a civilian who works in the Navy Department, told me he'd seen you with this man at a party, and – oh, some of the things he'd heard. Chet's the kind of guy who likes to break that sort of news.'

‘Why didn't you tell me you knew?'

‘I was waiting for you to tell me about it.'

‘And if I never had?'

‘I knew you would, Christine. You're honest.'

‘I'm not honest!' she said passionately. ‘How can you say that after what I've done to you? How can you be so -so calm about this, Vin? What's wrong with you? Don't you
care?'

He looked over her head out of the kitchen window where the tulip tree held out bare branches to a cold drizzle of rain. As if he were speaking to himself, he said: ‘I'll leave it to you to guess how much I care.'

‘This is the end then – isn't it? We can't go on together with this between us.'

‘We couldn't have gone on with this as a secret between us. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't told me. But you have, and so – no, this isn't the end. Could be it's the beginning of something a bit better for us?' He put it as a question, looking at her with a shy pleading, like a child that does not know if it is going to be praised or scolded.

‘Could be?' Christine felt her face lifting in a smile. As Vinson rose to move towards her, the front-door bell struck him rigid, his kiss arrested in mid-air.

‘My God – the Admiral!'

‘Let them ring. Let them think we're out, or dead, or -'

‘For Christ's sake, Christine!' Vinson gripped her arm hard and turned her towards the door. ‘Get upstairs at once and
make yourself look like something. Don't you understand? It's the Admiral!'

Christine kissed him lightly and picked up the skirts of her dressing-gown. ‘Yes, dear,' she said, and ran upstairs smiling, as the bell pealed again, and a hand that could be only Mrs Hamer's pounded the brass knocker on the door.

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Copyright © Monica Dickens, 1953

First published by Michael Joseph 1953

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