He looked at me. “You’ve always been on your own, then?” he said.
“You mentioned that guy last week, the one that...” I saw him reach for words, “the one that you were with when you were at uni?”
“As you know, I was with Declan for a couple of years,” I said. “And you also know how that turned out.”
More Magners. “You get used to being on your own,” I said. “Actually, it really is much better than being punched in the face or raped.”
Raymond choked on his pint, and took a moment to recover himself. He spoke very gently.
You do realize, Eleanor, that those are not your only options, don’t you? Not all men are like Declan, you know.
“I do know!” I said, brightly. “I’ve met one!” In my mind’s eye, I saw the musician bringing me freesias, kissing the nape of my neck.
Raymond looked uncomfortable, for some reason. “I’ll just nip to the bar,” he said.
“You still on the Magners?” I felt strange, stirred up. “I’ll have a vodka with cola, please,” I said,
knowing from experience that vodka would be good for whatever ailed me.
I watched Raymond shuffle off. If he would only stand up straight, and shave!
He needed to buy some nice shirts and some proper shoes, and read a book or two instead of playing computer games.
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