Talking to Addison. Jenny Colgan

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      And at last there was only one more person to go. Kate would clearly rather have died than take part in anything so vulgar. She had that faraway look in her eyes she got whenever she dwelt on what romantic and glistening evenings she could be having at Oxford right now. I started egging her on, and pointing out to people that she was the only one who hadn’t done it, just in case she got away with it.

      ‘Shut up, Holl,’ Kate hissed.

      ‘Kate hasn’t gone! Kate hasn’t gone!’ I shouted loudly to the rugby players.

      ‘KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!’ they started chanting.

      Kate flushed redder than ever.

      ‘Everyone else has,’ I said petulantly.

      ‘Go on, Skatie,’ said Josh, who, due to his upbringing, was completely unable to understand why someone wouldn’t want to take part in group-enforced humiliation in the name of fun. The rugby boys name-calling had failed to abate and formed an increasingly ferocious background.

      ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake!’ said Kate, furious.

      ‘KATE! KATE! KATE!’

      Kate pulled up her top extremely quickly and made a sprint down the corridor. Immediately, silence fell. Quite simply, Kate had the flattest chest anyone had ever seen.

      Of course, nowadays, that doesn’t matter. Kate Moss resembles a boy who’s been stung by two bees and nobody bats an eyelid. But when you’re nineteen and desperate to find yourself attractive …

      To cut a long story short, that was never a moment when anybody needed me to inadvertently expostulate:

      ‘Christ, they look like two Pop-Tarts!’ loudly enough for everyone to hear.

      

      Kate handed me one of the glasses of wine.

      ‘Sorry, I didn’t hear that … what did you say you were up to again?’

      ‘Ehm, I’m … I’m a florist.’

      ‘Still! My goodness. Is it … fulfilling?’

      ‘Huh?’

      Fulfilling? I couldn’t even conceive of what that might mean, and was standing with a confused expression on my face until I remembered that when Kate asked a question, she required a logical answer quickly – time being money, etc.

      ‘Yes, it is,’ I said. ‘The pay is shit and the hours are crap and your hands are wet all day, but apart from that it’s fantastic.’

      She smiled thinly. ‘Never mind, eh? You’d probably hate a career job anyway.’

      ‘This is a …’

      ‘Where do you work?’

      ‘Actually, I’m freelance at the moment …’

      Well, I couldn’t commute to Hackney Flowerarama any more, but I did have a chum at New Covent Garden who was going to let me help out.

      ‘Oh, so you’re like a temp florist? How funny!’

      I didn’t know what to say to that, so I went and helped Josh, who was chopping onions for spaghetti bolognese. I could see Kate reflected in the kitchen window. She did look fantastic – tired, but fantastic. Her dark hair was glossy and tied back in a chignon, and she was wearing an expensive fawn suit. I wiped my hands on my pinafore and sighed.

      ‘Tell me about your mystery flatmate. Is he away?’ I asked Josh.

      Josh and Kate looked at each other and smiled.

      ‘Away?’ echoed Kate. ‘Addison doesn’t do away.’

      ‘What – you mean, he’s in the house?’

      I felt nervous suddenly. I’d been stomping about merrily for two hours, singing and making loud noises in the toilet, and all along there had been an additional presence. Spooky.

      ‘Oh yes,’ said Josh. ‘I’ll probably leave some food out for him later on. He forgets to eat until he faints, so I put it by his door.’

      Curioser and curioser.

      ‘Can I meet him?’

      They exchanged glances again.

      ‘Ehm, best not.’

      ‘Well, I’ll have to meet him sometime,’ I argued. ‘What if he just pops up in the bathroom one day? I’ll scream the place down.’

      ‘You might do that anyway,’ said Kate.

      ‘Addison is very … well, sensitive. He’s a computer buff, you see.’

      Only Josh still used words like ‘buff.’

      ‘You mean, what – an anorak? A geek? Dork? Nerd?’

      ‘Ahem.’

      Josh gave a polite cough as a shadow flitted across the open kitchen door.

      ‘Is that him?’ I hissed. ‘I’m going to see.’

      Kate stepped in front of me and shut the door.

      ‘What is going on?’ I asked. ‘Is he hideously deformed, like the Elephant Man?’

      Josh patted me on the shoulder.

      ‘Sorry, Holls. We’re not doing this on purpose. Addison does a lot of highly technical, top-level computer work, and he hates being disturbed when he’s working.’

      ‘But he’s in the flat.’

      ‘He works from home.’

      ‘And for about twenty-three hours a day,’ muttered Kate. ‘It’s really easy to forget a hard day’s work when you’ve got beeps and tapping going on all night next door to you.’

      ‘Better than some things …’ I started to say, then remembered that Josh’s bedroom was next door to mine, and didn’t.

      ‘So, I mean, what’s he like?’ I started again. A man of mystery? Sounded good to me.

      ‘Oh, you tell her, Josh. I’m absolutely exhausted,’ said Kate. She took out her Psion and started stabbing at it, making me feel like a complete idiot. Then Josh and I shared our ‘it’s Kate’ glance, and I felt a bit better.

      ‘Well …’ started Josh, stirring the sauce. I went and leaned on the cabinet next to him.

      ‘He’s quiet. Very quiet. In fact, I think he’d rather not СКАЧАТЬ