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Chapter 2
Hedaren’trefuse,Ithinkhethinks"ladies"falldowndeadiftheydon’thaveabathwhentheywantone.
I’veputamessagedowntheplace.Inalittleplasticbottlewithayardofredribbonroundit.Ihopeitwillbecomeunrolledandsomeonemayseeit.Somewhere.Sometime.Theyoughttofindthehouseeasilyenough.Hewassillytotellmeaboutthedateoverthedoor.IhadtoendbysayingTHISISNOTAHOAX.Terriblydifficultnottomakeitsoundlikeasillyjoke.AndIsaidanyoneringingupDandtellinghimwouldget£25.I’mgoingtolaunchabottleonthesea(hmm)everytimeIhaveabath.
He’stakendownallthebrassgewgawsonthelandingandstairs.Andthehorribleviridian-orange-magentapaintingsofMajorcanfishing-villages.Thepoorplacesighswithrelief.
Ilikebeingupstairs.It’snearerfreedom.Everything’slocked.Allthewindowsinthefrontofthehousehaveindoorshutters.Theothersarepadlocked.(Twocarspassedtonight,butitmustbeaveryunimportantroad.)
I’vealsostartedtoeducatehim.Tonightinthelounge(myhandstied,ofcourse)wewentthroughabookofpaintings.Nomindofhisown.Idon’tthinkhelistenshalfthetime.
He’sthinkingaboutsittingnearmeandstrainingtobenearwithouttouching.Idon’tknowifit’ssex,orfearthatI’muptosometrick.
Ifhedoesthinkaboutthepictures,heacceptseverythingIsay.IfIsaidMichelangelo’sDavidwasafrying-panhe’dsay—"Isee."
Suchpeople.
