Коллекционер
Chapter 2
ButI’minafevertotryit.
TheNielsenwoman.
I’dmethertwicemoreatG.P.’s,whentherewereotherpeoplethere—onewasherhusband,aDane,somekindofimporter.HespokeperfectEnglish,soperfectitsoundedwrong.Affected.
Imetheronedaywhenshewascomingoutofthehairdresser’sandI’dbeenintomakeanappointmentforCaroline.Shehadonthatspecialqueasy-brightlookwomenlikeherputonforgirlsofmyage.WhatMinnycallswelcome-to-the-tribe-of-women.Itmeansthey’regoingtotreatyoulikeagrown-up,buttheydon’treallythinkyouareandanyhowthey’rejealousofyou.
Shewouldtakemeforcoffee.Iwassilly,Ishouldhavelied.Itwasallrhubarb,aboutme,aboutherdaughter,aboutart.Sheknowspeopleandtriedtodazzlemewithnames.Butit’swhatpeoplefeelaboutartthatIrespect.Notwhatorwhotheyknow.
Iknowshecan’tbealesbian,butsheclingslikethattoone’swords.Thingsinhereyesshedoesn’tdaretellyou.Butwantsyoutoaskherto.
Youdon’tknowwhat’sgoneonandwhatstillgoesonbetweenG.P.andme,sheseemedtosay.Idareyoutoaskme.
ShetalkedonandonaboutCharlotteStreetinthelate’thirtiesandthewar.DylanThomas.G.P.
Helikesyou,shesaid.
Iknow,Ianswered.
Butitwasashock.Boththatsheshouldknow(hadhetoldher?)andthatshewantedtodiscussit.Iknowshedid.
He’salwaysfallenforthereallyprettyones,shesaid.
Shewantedterriblytodiscussit.
Thenitwasherdaughter.
