Offshore. Alan Hollinghurst

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СКАЧАТЬ probably have plenty of time to do something about your trouble anyway,’ he said to Willis, ‘it’s quite a long business, arranging the sale of these boats. Your leak’s somewhere aft, isn’t it?… you’ve got all four pumps working, I take it … one in each well?’

      This picture of Dreadnought was so wide of the mark that Willis found it better to say nothing, simply making a gesture which had something in common with a petty officer’s salute. Then he followed the others, who had to cross to land and tramp along the Embankment. The middle Reach was occupied by small craft, mostly laying up for the winter, some of them already double lashed down under weather-cloths. These were for fairweather people only. The barge-owners had to go as far as the brewery wharf, across Maurice’s foredeck and over a series of gangplanks which connected them with their own boats. Woody had to cross Maurice, Grace and Dreadnought to rejoin Rochester. Only Maurice was made fast to the wharf.

      One of the last pleasure steamers of the season was passing, with cabin lights ablaze, on its way to Kew. ‘Battersea Reach, ladies and gentlemen. On your right, the artistic colony. Folk live on those boats like they do on the Seine, it’s the artist’s life they’re leading there. Yes, there’s people living on those boats.’

      Richard had detained Nenna James. ‘I wish you’d have a drink with us, Laura hoped you would.’

      Nenna’s character was faulty, but she had the instinct to see what made other people unhappy, and this instinct had only failed her once, in the case of her own husband. She knew, at this particular moment, that Richard was distressed by the unsatisfactory nature of the meeting. Nothing had been evaluated, or even satisfactorily discussed.

      ‘I wish I knew the exact time,’ she said.

      Richard was immediately content, as he only was when something could be ascertained to the nearest degree of accuracy. The exact time! Perhaps Nenna would like to have a look at his chronometers. They often didn’t work well in small boats – they were affected by changes of temperature – he didn’t know whether Nenna had found that – and, of course, by vibration. He was able to give her not only the time, but the state of the tide at every bridge on the river. It wasn’t very often that anyone wanted to know this.

      Laura put the bottles and glasses and a large plateful of bits and pieces through the galley hatch.

      ‘It smells of something in there.’

      There was the perceptible odour of tar which the barge-owners, since so much of their day was spent in running repairs, left behind them everywhere.

      ‘Well, dear, if you don’t like the smell, let’s go aft,’ said Richard, picking up the tray. He never let a woman carry anything. The three of them went into a kind of snug, fitted with built-in lockers and red cushions. A little yacht stove gave out a temperate glow, its draught adjusted to produce exactly the right warmth.

      Laura sat down somewhat heavily.

      ‘How does it feel like to live without your husband?’ she asked, handing Nenna a large glass of gin. ‘I’ve often wondered.’

      ‘Perhaps you’d like to fetch some more ice,’ Richard said. There was plenty.

      ‘He hasn’t left me, you know. We just don’t happen to be together at the moment.’

      ‘That’s for you to say, but what I want to know is, how do you get on without him? Cold nights, of course, don’t mind Richard, it’s a compliment to him if you think about it.’

      Nenna looked from one to the other. It was a relief, really, to talk about it.

      ‘I can’t do the things that women can’t do,’ she said. ‘I can’t turn over The Times so that the pages lie flat, I can’t fold up a map in the right creases, I can’t draw corks, I can’t drive in nails straight, I can’t go into a bar and order a drink without wondering what everyone’s thinking about it, and I can’t strike matches towards myself. I’m well educated and I’ve got two children and I can manage pretty well, there’s a number of much more essential things that I know how to do, but I can’t do those ones, and when they come up I feel like weeping myself sick.’

      ‘I’m sure I could show you how to fold up a map,’ said Richard, ‘it’s not at all difficult once you get the hang of it.’

      Laura’s eyes seemed to have moved closer together. She was concentrating intensely.

      ‘Did he leave you on the boat?’

      ‘I bought Grace myself, while he was away, with just about all the money we’d got left, to have somewhere for me and the girls.’

      ‘Do you like boats?’

      ‘I’m quite used to them. I was raised in Halifax. My father had a summer cabin on the Bras d’Or Lake. We had boats there.’

      ‘I hope you’re not having any repair problems,’ Richard put in.

      ‘We get rain coming in.’

      ‘Ah, the weatherboarding. You might try stretching tarpaulin over the deck.’

      Although he tried hard to do so, Richard could never see how anyone could live without things in working order.

      ‘Personally, though, I’m doubtful about the wisdom of making endless repairs to these very old boats. My feeling, for what it’s worth, is that they should be regarded as wasting assets. Let them run down just so much every year, remember your low outgoings, and in a few years’ time have them towed away for their break-up value.’

      ‘I don’t know where we should live then,’ said Nenna.

      ‘Oh, I understood you to say that you were going to find a place on shore.’

      ‘Oh, we are, we are.’

      ‘I didn’t mean to distress you.’

      Laura had had time, while listening without much attention to these remarks, to swallow a further quantity of spirits. This had made her inquisitive, rather than hostile.

      ‘Where’d you get your guernsey?’

      Both women wore the regulation thick Navy blue sailing sweaters, with a split half inch at the bottom of each side seam. Nenna had rolled up her sleeves in the warmth of the snug, showing round forearms covered with very fine golden hair.

      ‘I got mine at the cut price place at the end of the Queenstown Road.’

      ‘It’s not as thick as mine.’

      Laura leaned forward, and, taking a good handful, felt the close knitting between finger and thumb.

      ‘I’m a judge of quality, I can tell it’s not as thick. Richard, like to feel it?’

      ‘I’m afraid I can’t claim to know much about knitting.’

      ‘Well, make the stove up then. Make it up, you idiot! Nenna’s freezing!’

      ‘I’m warm, thank you, just right.’

      ‘You’ve got to be warmer than that! Richard, she’s СКАЧАТЬ