The Sun Between Their Feet: Collected African Stories Volume Two. Doris Lessing

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СКАЧАТЬ Then, when I was nearly gone, he said, ‘And how’s Moy?’ And I said, ‘Fine, thanks, but I haven’t seen much of her this hols because she’s busy with Jordan.’ And I went away, and I could feel my back tingling, and sure enough there he was coming up behind me, and then he was beside me, and my side was tingling.

      ‘I’ll drop over and say hullo,’ said Greg, and I felt peculiar I can tell you, because what I was thinking was: Well! If this is love.

      When we got near our house, Moira and Jordan were side by side on the veranda wall, and Moy was laughing, and I knew she had seen Greg coming because of the way she laughed.

      Dad was not on the veranda, so I could see Mom had got him to stay indoors.

      ‘I’ve brought you the bread, Moy,’ I said, and with this I went into the kitchen, and there was Mom, and she was looking more peculiar than I’ve ever seen her. I could have bet she wanted to laugh; but she was sighing all the time. Because of the sighing I knew she had quarrelled with Dad. ‘Well, I don’t know,’ she said, and she threw the bread I’d fetched into the waste-bucket.

      There sat Mom and I in the kitchen, smiling at each other off and on in a peculiar way, and Dad was rattling his paper in the bedroom where she had made him go. He was not at the station that day, because the train had come at nine o’clock and there wasn’t another one coming. When we looked out on the veranda in about half an hour Jordan was gone, and Greg and Moira were sitting on the veranda wall. And I can tell you she looked so pretty again, it was peculiar her getting pretty like that so sudden.

      That was about five, and Greg went back to supper at home, and Moira did not eat anything, she was in our room curling her hair, because she and Greg were going for a walk.

      ‘Don’t go too far, it’s going to rain,’ Mom said, but Moira said, sweet and dainty, ‘Don’t worry, Mom, I can look after myself.’

      Mom and Dad said nothing to each other all the evening.

      I went to bed early for a change, so I’d be there when Moy got in, although I was thirteen that season and now my bedtime was up to ten o’clock.

      Mom and Dad went to bed, although I could see Mom was worried, because there was a storm blowing up, the dry season was due to end, and the lightning kept spurting all over the sky.

      And I lay awake saying to myself, Sleep sleep go away, come again another day, but I went to sleep, and when I woke up, the room was full of the smell of rain, of the earth wet with rain, the light was on and Moira was in the room.

      ‘Have the rains come?’ I said, and then I woke right up and saw of course they hadn’t, because the air was as dry as sand, and Moira said, ‘Oh shut up and go to sleep.’

      She did not look pretty as much as being different from how I’d seen her, her face was soft and smiling, and her eyes were different. She had blue eyes most of the time, but now they seemed quite black. And now her hair was all curled and brushed, it looked pretty, like golden syrup. And she even looked a bit fatter. Usually when she wasn’t too thin, she was rather fat, and when she was one of the gang we used to call her Pudding. That is, until she passed her J.C., and then she fought everyone, and the boys too, so that she could be called Moy. So no one had called her Pudding for years now except Dad to make her cross. He used to say, ‘You’re going to make a fine figure of a woman like your mother.’ That always made Moy cross, I can tell you, because Mom was very fat, and she wore proper corsets these days, except just before the rains when it was so hot. I remember the first time the corsets came from the store, and she put them on, Moy had to lace her in, and Mom laughed so much Moy couldn’t do the laces, and anyway she was cross because Mom laughed, and she said to me afterwards, ‘It’s disgusting, letting yourself go – I’m not going to let myself go.’

      So it would have been more than my life was worth to tell her she was looking a bit fatter already, or to tell her anything at all, because she sat smiling on the edge of her bed, and when I said, ‘What did he say, Moy?’ she just turned her head and made her eyes thin and black at me, and I saw I’d better go to sleep. But I knew something she didn’t know I knew, because she had some dead jacaranda flowers in her hair, so that meant she and Greg were at the water-tanks. There were only two jacaranda trees at our station, and they were at the big water-tanks for the engines, so if they were at the water-tanks, they must have been kissing, because it was romantic at the tanks. It was the end of October, and the jacarandas were shedding, and the tanks looked as if they were standing in pools of blue water.

      Well next morning Moy was already up when I woke, and she was singing, and she began ironing her muslin dress that she made for last Christmas, even before breakfast.

      Mom said nothing; Dad kept rustling his newspaper; and I wouldn’t have dared open my mouth. Besides, I wanted to find out what Greg said. After breakfast, we sat around, because of its being Sunday, and Dad didn’t have to be at the station office because there weren’t any trains on Sundays. And Dad kept grinning at Moira and saying: ‘I think it’s going to rain,’ and she pretended she didn’t know what he meant, until at last she jumped when he said it and turned herself and looked at him just the way she did the day before, and that was when he got red in the face, and said: ‘Can’t you take a joke these days?’ and Moira looked away from him with her eyebrows up, and Mom sighed, and then he said, very cross, ‘I’ll leave you all to it, just tell me when you’re in a better temper,’ and with this he took the newspaper inside to the bedroom.

      Anybody could see it wasn’t going to rain properly that day, because the clouds weren’t thunder-heads, but great big white ones, all silver and hardly any black in them.

      Moy didn’t eat any dinner, but went on sitting on the veranda, wearing her dress that was muslin, white with red spots, and big puffed sleeves, and a red sash around her waist.

      After dinner, time was very slow, and it was a long time before Greg came down off the Jacksons’ veranda, and came walking slowly along the gum-tree avenue. I was watching Moy’s face, and she couldn’t keep the smile off it. She got paler and paler until he got underneath our veranda, and she looking at him so that I had goose-flesh all over.

      Then he gave a jump up our steps to the veranda, and said: ‘Hoy, Moy, how’s it?’ I thought she was going to fall right off the veranda wall, and her face had gone all different again.

      ‘How are you, Gregory?’ said Moira, all calm and proud.

      ‘Oh, skidding along,’ he said, and I could see he felt awkward, because he hadn’t looked at her once, and his skin was all red around the freckles. And she didn’t say anything, and she was looking at him as if she couldn’t believe it was him.

      ‘I hope the rain will keep off for the braavleis,’ said Mom, in her visiting voice, and she looked hard at me, and I had to get up and go inside with her. But I could see Greg didn’t want us to go at all, and I could see Moy knew it; her eyes were blue again, a pale thin blue, and her mouth was small.

      Well Mom went into the kitchen to finally make the sausage rolls, and I went into our bedroom, because I could see what went on on the veranda from behind the curtains.

      Greg sat on the veranda wall, and whistled, he was whistling, I love you, yes I do; and Moira was gazing at him as if he were a Christmas beetle she had just noticed; and then he began whistling. Three little words, and suddenly Moira got down off the wall, and stretched herself like a cat when it’s going to walk off somewhere, and Greg said, ‘Skinny!’

      At this she made her eyebrows go up, and I’ve never seen such a look.

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