Darkmans. Nicola Barker

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      ‘Who?’ she asked. ‘Jase?’

      ‘No. Paul.’

      Kelly looked blank.

      ‘Paul,’ the woman reiterated slowly (which Kelly strongly resented), ‘the devil worshipper.’

      Kelly tossed her head. ‘Satanist,’ she pronounced scornfully, ‘and it was only a joke, anyways.’

      The woman nodded. ‘I knew that.’

      Kelly jutted her chin out, just the same. She looked uncomfortable. The woman observed her disquiet.

      ‘So how’s he been doing lately?’ she asked.

      Kelly gave her a hard look, then, ‘Fine,’ she said.

      ‘Is he still handing out shoes at the bowling?’

      ‘Nope.’

      ‘Oh. Moved on to better things, eh?’

      Kelly tried – and failed – to detect any traces of irony in her voice. She glared at her, but said nothing.

      ‘Well give him my best, if you see him,’ the woman continued staunchly, almost (but not entirely) running out of conversational impetus. ‘My name’s Winifred. I was his partner in biology. We dissected a cow’s eye together once – had a right laugh – before I transferred to Highworth in the fourth year.’

      ‘Highworth,’ Kelly rejoined bitchily, ‘well ain’t that lovely?’

       Silence

      Kelly inspected her nails (bitten down to the quick) then neatly laced her fingers together. ‘I don’t see him that much,’ she said primly, ‘he moved to Readin’.’

      ‘Reading?’

      Far from being mollified by this information, Winifred’s appetite for news seemed freshly enlivened by it. ‘Really?’

      Kelly scowled. ‘Yeah.’

      ‘Reading, huh?’ She mulled this over for a moment. ‘Well good on him. Because let’s face it,’ she raised her brows, censoriously, ‘no one was ever gonna to give him a proper break around here, eh?’ She hesitated for a second (then promptly threw caution to the wind). ‘Least of all your psychotic, bloody sister…’

      Kelly shrugged (she just didn’t want to go there). Winifred took another step closer.

      ‘So can you actually scramble down the other side of that thing?’

      ‘What thing?’

      ‘The wall.’

      ‘Oh…’

      Kelly glanced boredly behind her. ‘Dunno. Maybe.’

      ‘I know it’s a bit cheeky,’ the woman wheedled (flashing that charming smile again), ‘but would you mind taking someone a message for me?’

      Kelly’s eye-lids lowered, ominously. ‘Man, do I look like your personal fuckin’ courier or what?’

      Winifred’s smile did not falter. It continued blazing. She was shameless, Kelly surmised –

      

       All credit to her for that

      – so she lifted up her legs and grumpily slung them over. ‘Which block?’

      ‘First Villa, flat three.’

      ‘Right.’

      She was already twisting around to scramble down when something suddenly dawned on her. She paused, mid-manoeuvre, gripping hard with her hands to stop herself from falling. ‘But that’s Kane’s place,’ she grunted, a hint of accusation in her voice.

      ‘Yes.’ Winifred made no apology for it.

      Kelly pulled herself up again, kicking a leg back over (sitting astride the wall now, a hand pushed down on to her skirt to preserve her modesty). ‘So what’s your business with him?’

      ‘With Kane?’

      ‘Yeah,’ Kelly growled.

      ‘I don’t have any. I’m here to see his dad.’

      ‘Ah.’ Kelly was plainly relieved. ‘Well that’s a shame, ’cos Beede ain’t here, either. Neither of them are.’

      ‘Are you sure?’

      Kelly nodded. “Course I am. That’s actually who I’m waitin’ for.’

      Winifred seemed mildly irritated by this news. ‘But we arranged to meet at twelve,’ she said petulantly, ‘and it’s ten past already. He’s usually very reliable.’

      ‘Yeah,’ Kelly conceded, unhelpfully.

      Winifred frowned and peered down at her watch. ‘Damn. I’ve got something I really, really needed to give to him,’ she muttered.

      Kelly rolled her eyes at this transparent little charade. ‘So pass it over,’ she volunteered boredly, ‘and I’ll stick it through his box.’

      The woman gave Kelly an appraising look. ‘Could I?’

      ‘Well I’m not gonna nick it or anythin’, if that’s what you’re thinkin’,’ Kelly snapped.

      ‘I know that.’

      Winifred opened her satchel and removed a large, brown envelope from inside it. She passed it up to Kelly. Kelly took it (the removal of a hand from her skirt causing a dramatic flash of her baby-pink g-string) and then placed it, neatly, on to her lap. A car horn sounded. The woman – Winnie – glanced over her shoulder. A boy was hanging out of a car window as it drove past, performing a wanking gesture. Kelly stared fixedly ahead of her.

      Winifred took a few steps back, fastening her satchel again. ‘I really do appreciate this,’ she said, ‘I’m in one hell of a…’

      She flapped her hand.

      Kelly nodded, sternly.

      ‘Bye then,’ Winnie smiled, ‘and thanks.’

      She turned and began to walk.

      ‘Hey,’ Kelly suddenly yelled.

      Winifred spun around. ‘What?’

      ‘He never went to Readin’,’ Kelly blurted out, her cheeks reddening, holding the jiffy bag in front of her chest now – like a protective corset – and folding her arms over it.

      Winnie looked confused. ‘Who didn’t?’

      ‘Paul. СКАЧАТЬ