Amanda’s Wedding. Jenny Colgan

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      He reached out to grab her. Fran put her arms up and, without meaning to, slapped him in the face. The atmosphere turned suddenly.

      ‘I say, did you bloody slap me, you bitch?’

      That posh charm was obviously spread pretty thin.

      Fran drew herself up to her full height, looking like she was on fire with humiliation and rage.

      ‘No, but I fucking should have done, you wanker!’

      ‘You fucking little bitch!’

      Then, and I mean it, he really looked as though he was going to go for her. Everyone watched like they were caught in a sci-fi time freeze, except for Fran, who seemed to be moving backwards in slow motion. Then suddenly there was a flash of ginger as Angus leapt up, grabbed Charlie’s arms, and in one movement threw him against the wall with the full force of his body.

      ‘STOP IT!’

      There was a long pause. For some reason, rather a lot of people seemed to be panting. The landlord was heading ominously in our direction, and Angus and Charlie were staring at each other very intently.

      Alex leaned in. ‘Come on, Charles, leave it,’ he said softly.

      After an agonizing wait, Charlie lowered the eye contact, put his fangs away and stomped out of the pub. We were all looking at each other, half worried, half thrilled to bits with excitement.

      ‘Well, what a cunt!’ said Fran. And that was a word we never, ever used.

      Outside, Charlie was obviously wanting to go, but Alex was hovering to see me.

      ‘Ehm, I’d better take Charlie home. I’ll stay there tonight.’

      I didn’t want him to go, especially not with that … git.

      ‘Good night then,’ said Alex, and he walked off supporting Charlie.

      The rest of us stood around wondering what to do next. Fran thanked Angus, but it seemed almost distasteful to mention it; like he had seen her being raped or something. Fraser was wandering over in our direction, looking concerned and worried, when Amanda grabbed him firmly by the arm, turned round and cheerily said, ‘Well we’d better go!’ as if they’d just spent the afternoon touring the village fête. As she hustled him off to her car, Fraser looked over his shoulder at Angus, who was standing looking a bit embarrassed, and gave him an awkward grin meant to convey shame, apology, pride and general goodwill all at once. Angus gave him one back, and they suddenly looked very alike.

      ‘Right! All back to mine then?’ I said, as usual. Fran and I were dying to discuss it, obviously, but it would be a lot easier if Angus didn’t come …

      However, he was already striding off in the opposite direction.

      ‘Oh, look at him,’ said Fran, as he headed off towards the tube. ‘He’s my pig in shining armour. My Lone Rasher. My ginger …’

      ‘Shush, Fran. He bloody sorted that out, OK?’

      ‘Oh, for God’s sake! I’ve had enough hassle tonight already, don’t you think?’

      Now Fran was in a mood.

      ‘Come on, Franster, don’t bother about it. That revolting prat mauling you – bleurgh … Come on back, have a glass of wine, stop worrying.’

      We piled back to the flat, managing for once not to cackle on the stairwell. Fran was still a bit shocked, so I sat her down, poured her a big glass of whisky (yes, it was the one Linda had won in a raffle, but it was medicinal) and let her tell me about it all over again as if I hadn’t been there.

      I couldn’t stop thinking aloud.

      ‘It is good news for me, though,’ I added, after what I thought was a considerate length of time.

      ‘What?!’

      ‘Well, Alex is hardly going to move in with Charlie now, is he? Now he knows he’s practically a rapist. Hmmm, maybe we’ll get a place of our own … move in properly.’

      ‘Oh, well, I’m glad my being nearly pawed to death is going to help out your domestic arrangements.’ There was a glint in her eye. ‘Do you want me to go down to King’s Cross and turn a few tricks? Then maybe you can get a joint mortgage.’

      ‘No! I was just saying …’

      ‘If he moves in with Charlie –’ Fran was showing her teeth, always an ominous sign – ‘if he moves in with Charlie, after all this, you’ll chuck him, won’t you?’

      Fuck! Moral dilemma-tastic!

      ‘He won’t; that’s what I’m saying.’ I was pretty blithe about the whole thing.

      ‘But say he did.’

      ‘He won’t.’ For God’s sake.

      ‘In a hypothetical universe, you’d chuck a bloke who moved in with the person who molested your best friend.’

      ‘Are you emotionally blackmailing me? And anyway, technically, he didn’t molest you.’

      The second I said that, I realized what a dreadful thing it was to say and that I was the worst feminist of all time. We were shocked for the second time that night, and now I was behaving worse than Charlie. Suddenly I felt drunk and tearful and terribly tired.

      ‘Let’s not talk about it any more,’ said Fran after a long silence.

      I pulled out the spare mattress and we went to sleep in silence. For once, Linda should have been proud of me.

       Five

      Next morning we staggered around pretending to be more hungover than we really were so that we wouldn’t have to talk to one another.

      Fran had an audition, and I wished her good luck with it then set off for work. My boss was waiting in my office. That could not possibly be a good sign. I couldn’t remember him ever being in there before. I hoped he hadn’t been pawing through my desk: it was full of ‘I love Alex’ doodles.

      ‘Ah, yes, good morning, Melanie.’ He smiled at me, even more politely than usual. He was about five foot tall, but perfectly in proportion: you always had to resist the urge to pat him on his bald head.

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