‘You don’t have some day similar, in London England?’
‘Nope. Nothing that comes close. Something called Mufti when the kids can wear their own clothes – but that’s only the last day of term.’
‘Some way off.’
‘Sure is. You know, it’s kinda weird living in someone else’s apartment. There’re these crazy women above me – one is old, Swiss and nutty as hell, the other’s an out-and-out psycho. I haven’t managed to come in without one or other noticing – so I’m either sworn at or asked the date, time and year and the whereabouts of some guy called Franz.’
‘Sounds entertaining?’
‘I guess. I think I prefer being Dorm Mother to ten girls though. So, have you met Polly Fenton?’
‘Er, Polly Fenton. No, no, I haven’t as yet.’
‘Oh?’
‘No, I’ve been real busy.’
‘Sure. She’s pretty.’
‘How do you know?’
‘I met her boyfriend and he showed me photos.’
‘She has a boyfriend?’
‘Yes. Chip?’
‘Yeah?’
‘You there?’
‘Sure.’
‘You went kinda distant.’
‘I was miles away, I was just – you know. I don’t know, I’m bushed.’
‘Sure.’
‘So what’s he like?’
‘Who?’
‘This boyfriend guy.’
‘Oh, he’s really sweet and helpful – the boiler here’s a little temperamental so he’s going to have someone come fix it. He and his brother are making dinner for me and Megan this weekend.’
‘Great.’
‘Yeah. You want to know who Megan is?’
‘I’d love to but I gotta go – I have a kid for hydrotherapy in five.’
‘Sure. I love you, Chip.’
‘Love you too, Jen.’
Hampstead
Hallowe’en
Hullo Button,
Lovely to receive your letters – two arrived this morning though you sent them a week apart. Royal Mail – 1, USA Post – 0. You wrote beautifully about the fall and I wish so much I could share it with you. Maybe another year we could take our holiday there.
London is sludgy and slippery, and strolling over the Heath becomes a maudlin trudge without you, kicking the leaves, all rosy-cheeked and alive. There have been some great films on at the Everyman but all Dominic will be coaxed to see is Die Very Hard 27 and Star Trek 43. Plebeian.
Work has been going well; some new commissions as well as potboilers from the faithful. I enclose photos and a Lottery ticket – the acquisition of both being highly traumatic so I hope you’ll be grateful.
You’ll never guess who I bumped into.
Jen Carter!
At Budgens.
You’ll be pleased to hear that Buster is living the life to which he is accustomed: her shopping consisted of little else than tinned salmon and condensed milk. I popped back to the flat and, rest assured, all is neat and tidy, with Post-it notes still in place. I thought it would be friendly to invite her over for supper, along with Megan – such an evening will provide Jen with some company, Megan with some hope, and Dominic with a choice!
I’ll report back with Technicolor detail!
Love and miss you intensely,
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