My Name is N. Robert Karjel

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      I got back home at 8 p.m. with the two bottles of Sancerre. Heike was in and on the iced water. I joined her and she served me with a raised eyebrow.

      ‘I don’t mind watching you get off your face, you know,’ she said.

      ‘Maybe I mind,’ I said. ‘Don’t want you to see something you don’t like.’

      ‘Something I’ve never seen before?’ she said, snaking an arm around my neck, crushing me into a kiss.

      ‘I was going to say…something that could sneak out after I’ve had a few which you’ve never noticed before, being in the same condition, as you are most of the time you’re with me.’

      ‘You think I could stay young and beautiful drinking the way you do?’ she said, stroking my face hard, trying to iron out those creases.

      ‘I was also going to say that sobriety’s a very unforgiving state.’

      ‘Then you must be a very forgiving person,’ she said. ‘But with nothing to forgive. You’re flying already. I could smell you from the door.’

      ‘That Sancerre’s going to go down as well,’ I said. ‘And when I’ve finished this glass of water I’m going to have a Grande Beninoise. I’ve been talking a lot and it’s dehydrated me.’

      ‘I’m glad you’re not reforming just because you’re going to be a father.’

      ‘Maybe in the last few months before D-day I’ll start trying to be good.’

      ‘They’ve already got a brain after two months. They hear things.’

      ‘But they don’t know what they mean.’

      ‘Babies are very tonal,’ she said.

      ‘It’ll learn to sleep to the clinking of glass.’

      ‘Because it’s all crap after that.’

      ‘Well, I’ve just been told I’m very interesting.’

      ‘By your drinking pal?’ she said. ‘That’s a very sad thing for you to be saying, Bruce Medway.’

      I opened the beer and drank it like I said I would. We sat down to eat, a Spanish chicken dish called chilindron, which was good for the climate. The chilli kept the sweat up. I idled over the Sancerre while Helen cleared the plates and brought the Red Label out, which she put down with a thump and a sigh. I sent her back with it and she gave me one of her half-lidded, muddy-eyed looks that told me I wasn’t fooling her.

      ‘Don’t hold back on my account,’ said Heike.

      ‘I’ve got to go out tonight,’ I said.

      ‘Oh yes?’

      ‘Clubbing.’

      ‘Anybody I should know?’

      ‘It’s work.’

      ‘You shouldn’t bring it home with you.’

      ‘I wouldn’t, but the guy I want to see runs a bar down the Jonquet and it doesn’t get going until midnight.’

      ‘Which bar?’

      ‘A place called L’ouistiti. I’m told it means “marmoset” – you know it?’

      ‘I’ve had a drink in there before now.’

      ‘Who with?’

      ‘An American Peace Corp worker. It’s their after-work joint. Grim, unless you like grunging it.’

      ‘You know me, Heike,’ I said. ‘Who was the Peace Corp worker?’

      ‘Robyn.’

      I dead-eyed her.

      ‘With a “y”,’ she added.

      ‘Aha-a,’ we said, tipping our glasses at each other. ‘Just checking there.’

      ‘I’m flattered,’ she said, sounding the opposite.

      ‘This ouistiti place…?’

      ‘It’s run by a guy called Michel Charbonnier.’

      ‘You know him?’ I asked.

      ‘He’s a creep.’

      ‘What sort of a creep?’

      ‘A sex creep.’

      ‘Touchy, feely?’

      ‘Breathey, breathey.’

      ‘I’ll keep my distance.’

      ‘I don’t know how you do it, Bruce.’

      ‘Bring myself to the marks for the Michel Charbonniers of this world?’

      ‘He’s probably the lighter end of it too.’

      ‘You’d have liked the guy I was with this evening.’

      ‘The one who thought you were interesting? I don’t think so. That hotel-barroom mutual back-slapping bullshit isn’t my kind of conversation.’

      ‘I’ve got to go away tomorrow too…an all-nighter.’

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