Out of the Blue. Isabel Wolff

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СКАЧАТЬ know,’ I agreed. ‘But last night I couldn’t help wondering, if what you said was a joke or not.’

      ‘Of course it was,’ she said, ‘don’t give it a second thought.’

      ‘Oh, good,’ I said, vastly relieved, and I allowed myself to smile.

      ‘I was just joking, Faith.’

      ‘Oh, great.’

      ‘Because I’m good at badinage.’

      ‘Oh yes.’

      ‘I was just pulling your leg … ’ She was flicking through a copy of Moi!

      ‘I know … ’

      ‘I was just winding you up, like I do.’

      ‘Yup. Got that,’ I said as I stood up to go. ‘Great to get it sorted out.’

      ‘Although … ’ Lily added softly, without looking up.

      ‘Although what?’ I said.

      ‘Well … ’ She sighed as she lifted her gaze to mine. ‘Now we’re on the subject, I must say that Peter didn’t exactly seem relaxed. In fact I thought he was decidedly sharp. Mind you,’ she continued judiciously, ‘Peter’s often sharp with me. I know he doesn’t really like me,’ she went on philosophically. ‘I’m his bete noire,’ she added with a throaty laugh.

      ‘It’s a personality thing,’ I said diplomatically. ‘It’s just one of those little clashes one sometimes gets. But he has huge professional respect for you,’ I said.

      ‘Does he?’ she said with a sceptical smile.

      ‘In any case,’ I went on quickly, ‘between you and me, Peter’s got a lot of hassle at work so he’s a little bit anxious at the moment.’

      ‘Anxious? Darling,’ she added, ‘he was jumpier than the Royal Ballet.’

      ‘Well … ’

      ‘And I couldn’t help noticing how trim he looked. And did you see he was wearing a Hermès tie?’

      ‘Was he? I wouldn’t know. I don’t really notice labels.’

      ‘Yes, Hermès. They’re seventy pounds a throw. Now, I knew you hadn’t bought it for him,’ she went on. ‘So I couldn’t help wondering who had?’ I stared at her.

      ‘He bought it himself.’

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Yes. As an investment. He said his headhunter has advised him to smarten up a bit. Peter’s looking for a new job, you see – I didn’t tell you this, but we think he’s about to be kicked out.’

      ‘Really?’ said Lily. ‘Oh! How awful.’

      ‘Well, yes, because he’s been happy at Fenton & Friend.’

      ‘I’ll say he has,’ she said.

      ‘Sorry?’

      ‘All I mean is that any man would be happy working at Fenton & Friend.’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘Well,’ she said as she adjusted Jennifer’s butterfly barrette, ‘it’s stuffed with gorgeous girls.’

      ‘Oh. Is it?’

      ‘And I thought I heard someone say, the other day, that they’d seen Peter having lunch with an attractive blonde. But I could have been wrong,’ she added softly.

      ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘you were. Or rather you were mistaken. Because Peter has to take authors and agents out to dinner sometimes. It’s all part of his job.’

      ‘Of course it is, Faith, I know. But … ’

      ‘But what?’

      ‘Well, he is a publisher, and so … ’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘I really hate to say this, darling, but maybe he’s making someone an advance?’ I gazed into Lily’s liquid brown eyes. They’re huge and hypnotic, slanting in shape, with interminable thick, curling lashes.

      ‘An advance?’ I repeated. I could hear the beating of my heart.

      ‘Maybe he’s looking for a new chapter,’ she went on softly, then took another sip of wheatgrass juice.

      ‘Lily, what are you talking about?’

      ‘Maybe, in the bookshop of life, he’s been picking up more than a Penguin … ’

      ‘Look, I –’

      ‘And the only reason I say this is because his speech last night was so odd. Katie spotted the Freudian slip, Faith, didn’t you?’

      ‘Well, I … ’

      ‘And after all, you have been married for a very long time.’

      ‘But … ’

      ‘All I’m suggesting is that in your situation, well, I’d be just a little on my guard.’

      ‘On my guard?’

      ‘Vigilant. Now, I’m only saying this as your friend.’

      ‘I know … ’

      ‘Because I have only your best interests at heart.’

      ‘Yes. Thanks … ’

      ‘But I think you ought to do a Christine … ’ I looked at her.

      ‘What? Hamilton?’ I said aghast. ‘You mean, search his pockets?’ Lily was fiddling with the Buddhist power beads at her slender wrist.

      ‘That’s what many women would do, Faith,’ she said reasonably. ‘But don’t worry, darling. I’m sure there’s absolutely nothing to be concerned about.’

      ‘Well, I don’t know,’ I said, suddenly panicking. ‘Maybe there is.’

      ‘No, no, I’m sure it’s fine,’ she said soothingly. ‘But all I’m saying, as your best and oldest friend, is that maybe you should, well, sharpen up a bit.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Learn to spot the signs.’

      ‘I wouldn’t know how,’ I groaned.

      ‘Of course you wouldn’t, you’re so trusting. But that’s something I can help you with, darling, because as luck would have it, Moi! did a big feature СКАЧАТЬ