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СКАЧАТЬ know. You don’t believe in anything.’

      ‘Love,’ he said, looking at her. ‘I believe in love.’

      She did not mean to laugh, but the laughter came out anyway. She wanted to say that love, too, was irrational. ‘We have to think of a name,’ she said.

      ‘Mama named her Obiageli.’

      ‘We can’t call her that.’ His mother had no right to name a child she had rejected. ‘We’ll call her Baby for now until we find the perfect name. Kainene suggested Chiamaka. I’ve always loved that name: God is beautiful. Kainene will be her godmother. I have to go and see Father Damian about her baptism.’ She would go shopping at Kingsway. She would order a new wig from London. She felt giddy.

      Baby stirred and a new wave of fear enveloped Olanna. She looked at the hair shining with Pears oil and wondered if she could really do it, if she could raise a child. She knew it was normal, the way the baby was breathing too fast, as if panting in her sleep, and yet even that worried her.

      The first few times she called Kainene that evening, there was no answer. Perhaps Kainene was in Lagos. She called again at night and when Kainene said, ‘Hello,’ she sounded hoarse.

      ‘Ejima m,’ Olanna said. ‘Do you have a cold?’

      ‘You fucked Richard.’

      Olanna stood up.

      ‘You’re the good one.’ Kainene’s voice was controlled. ‘The good one shouldn’t fuck her sister’s lover.’

      Olanna sank back down on the puff and realized that what she felt was relief. Kainene knew. She would no longer have to worry about Kainene’s finding out. She was free to feel real remorse.

      ‘I should have told you, Kainene,’ she said. ‘It meant nothing.’

      ‘Of course it meant nothing. It was just fucking my lover, after all.’

      ‘I didn’t mean it like that.’ Olanna felt the tears in her eyes. ‘Kainene, I’m so sorry.’

      ‘Why did you do it?’ Kainene sounded frighteningly calm. ‘You’re the good one and the favourite and the beauty and the Africanist revolutionary who doesn’t like white men, and you simply did not need to fuck him. So why did you?’

      Olanna was breathing slowly. ‘I don’t know, Kainene, it wasn’t something I planned. I am so sorry. It was unforgivable.’

      ‘It was unforgivable,’ Kainene said and hung up.

      Olanna put down the phone and felt a sharp cracking inside her. She knew her twin well, knew how tightly Kainene held on to hurt.

       24

      Richard wanted to cane Harrison. It had always appalled him, the thought that some colonial Englishmen flogged elderly black servants. Now, though, he felt like doing just as they had done. He longed to make Harrison lie down on his belly and flog, flog, flog him until the man learned to keep his mouth shut. If only he had not brought Harrison with him to Port Harcourt. But he was spending a whole week and did not want to leave him alone in Nsukka. The first day they arrived, Harrison, as if to justify his visit, cooked a complicated meal: a bean and mushroom soup, a pawpaw medley, chicken in a cream sauce speckled with greens, and a lemon tart as pudding.

      ‘This is excellent, Harrison,’ Kainene said, with a teasing sparkle in her eyes. She was in a good mood; she had pulled Richard into her arms after he arrived and mock-danced with him over the polished floor of the living room.

      ‘Thank you, madam.’ Harrison bowed.

      ‘And do you cook this in your home?’

      Harrison looked wounded. ‘I am not cooking in my home, madam. My wife is cooking native food.’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘I am cooking any type of European food, anything my master is eating in his country.’

      ‘You must have difficulty eating native food when you go home then.’ Kainene stressed the word native, and Richard held back his laughter.

      ‘Yes, madam.’ Harrison bowed again. ‘But I must manage.’

      ‘This tart tastes better than one I had the last time I was in London.’

      ‘Thank you, madam.’ Harrison beamed. ‘My master is telling me that everybody in Mr Odenigbo’s house is saying the same thing. I used to make it for my master to take there, but I am not making anything again for Mr Odenigbo’s house since that time he is shouting on my master. Shouting like madman and the whole street is hearing. The man’s head is not correct.’

      Kainene turned to Richard and raised her eyebrows. Richard knocked his glass of water over.

      ‘I will get rag, sah,’ Harrison said, and Richard restrained himself from leaping across to strangle him.

      ‘Whatever is Harrison talking about?’ Kainene asked, after the water had been wiped up. ‘The revolutionary shouted at you?’

      He could have lied. Even Harrison himself did not know exactly why Odenigbo had driven into the compound that evening and shouted at him. But he did not lie, because he was scared that he would fail at lying and would eventually have to tell her the truth and that way make it all doubly damaging. So he told her everything. He told her about the good white Burgundy he and Olanna drank and how, afterwards, he was overwhelmed with regret.

      Kainene pushed away her plate and sat with her elbows on the table, her chin lightly supported on her clasped hands. She said nothing for many long minutes. He could not read the expression on her face.

      ‘I hope you won’t say forgive me,’ she said, finally. ‘There is nothing more trite.’

      ‘Please don’t ask me to leave.’

      She looked surprised. ‘Leave? That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?’

      ‘I’m sorry, Kainene.’

      Richard felt transparent; she was looking at him but he felt as if she could see the wood carving that hung on the wall behind him. ‘So you have been lusting after my sister. How unoriginal,’ she said.

      ‘Kainene,’ he said.

      She stood up. ‘Ikejide!’ she called. ‘Come and clear this place.’

      They were leaving the dining room when the phone rang. She ignored it. It rang again and again and finally she went to it. She came back into the bedroom and said, ‘That was Olanna.’

      Richard looked at her, pleaded with his eyes.

      ‘It would be forgivable if it were somebody else. Not my sister,’ she said.

      ‘I am so sorry.’

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