Caught in the Act. Gemma Fox

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СКАЧАТЬ grinned. ‘That’s very nice of you to say so, but if I’m honest I think I prefer to eat,’ Carol said.

      ‘Well, there is that,’ Miss Haze laughed, while Mr Bearman, a little stiffly, added, ‘How very pragmatic.’ His handshake was cool and dry, his skin like old vellum.

      Carol smiled. ‘You’re early too.’ She couldn’t help wondering if they had turned up together. Maybe they were a couple, married now; maybe they had got together after all.

      Miss Haze nodded. ‘Actually I haven’t been here very long. The woman in reception at Burbeck House suggested I come down here. Apparently their kitchen doesn’t open until later.’ Her smiled broadened. ‘I did wonder whether she might be on commission.’ Miss Haze glanced down at her watch. ‘Actually, I was just about to head back when—’ she glanced towards Mr Bearman—‘when George here showed up.’

      Carol smiled; it seemed odd to think of Mr Bearman as having a first name but it had solved the couple question.

      Mr Bearman beamed warmly in Miss Haze’s direction. ‘Just like the good old days, back on the road again, eh, Callista?’ And catching hold of her hand he lifted it and pressed it to his lips. Miss Haze blushed scarlet.

      Diplomatically Carol looked away and said hastily, ‘There are a few of us in the front bar, if you would like to come and join us?’

      Even after all these years it felt very odd talking to the teachers as if they were humans. Carol, who had been on her way to the loo when she spotted the pair of them, made a concerted effort to quell the little ripples of anxiety, which included the almost overwhelming feeling that she had forgotten to hand in a vital piece of homework and that by standing so close to them in a social setting she had broken an invisible inviolable rule about the relationship between teachers and pupils.

      Across the table Mr Bearman smiled. ‘Thank you, Carol, that’s very kind, but I think we’ll probably stay here and catch up, won’t we? We haven’t seen each other in…how long is it exactly, Callista?’

      ‘Rather more years than I care to remember,’ she said casually. Carol noticed that Miss Haze had extricated her hand from his. ‘And besides, I’m sure we’d only cramp your style. You can be a lot more raucous without us there. And, as I said, I’m just going to finish my drink and then be off up.’

      Mr Bearman nodded. ‘Excellent idea.’

      Callista Haze smiled coolly.

      ‘It is re ally nice to see you both again. Diana’s up there meeting and greeting people—presumably she’s asked you to direct the read through?’ asked Carol, pointing at Miss Haze’s script open on the table.

      ‘Not exactly, although we were invited to. Mind you, Diana did add that we weren’t to feel under any pressure,’ said Mr Bearman.

      Miss Haze laughed. ‘I think what George is trying to say is, try stopping us.’

      Mr Bearman swung round and beamed at her. ‘I couldn’t have put it better myself.’

      Alongside him Callista looked heavenwards.

      ‘God, you’ll never guess who I’ve just seen,’ said Carol, slipping back into her seat. Everyone looked up expectantly from the table, which was now covered with the fallout from their long late lunch. During the course of the meal there had been other people filing into the pub, saying hello and grinning madly as recognition dawned and friendships rekindled; the whole place was buzzing with conversation and half-familiar faces.

      Netty pouted before slipping a final chip, haemorrhaging tomato sauce, into her mouth, and said, deadpan, ‘I thought Diana said that Gareth wasn’t getting here until later this evening.’

      Carol decided to ignore her. ‘Miss Haze and Mr Bearman, snuggled up over there in the snug.’ She toyed momentarily with the idea of sharing the hand-kissing incident and then decided to leave it out on the grounds that she was trying to maintain some air of maturity.

      ‘Honestly, I used to have the hots for her something dreadful,’ said Adie unexpectedly, pulling a lusty face and making smoochy sexy noises. ‘Double Drama, Friday afternoons—I’d got a permanent hard on. I had to get my mum to buy me a longer jumper. Can you remember she used to wear those little black ski pant things?’

      ‘Capri pants,’ corrected Netty, picking through the remains of Jan’s garlic mushrooms.

      ‘Very Audrey Hepburn. God, it was absolute agony,’ Adie said in a wistful voice, gazing off unfocused into the middle distance.

      ‘re ally?’ said Carol in amazement. ‘You had the hots for Miss Haze?’

      ‘Absolutely, yes,’ he groaned.

      She stared at him: apparently the struggle to stop slipping back into the agonies of adolescence was hers and hers alone.

      Adie blushed. ‘Well, just a little bit. Do you remember those black leather trousers she had? They were like a red rag to a bull as well. Little white angora sweater, those trousers, highheeled boots—you’d have had to have been made of stone or been dead not to have thought the whole outfit was incredibly horny. I thought it was all so cute…’

      Carol didn’t say a word.

      ‘Maybe it was a leather thing, although you didn’t know about that then,’ Netty said.

      Jan sniffed. ‘Lots of things you didn’t know then.’

      Carol looked at her. ‘What’s with you two? Twenty years and you’re still bitching? How about we declare a truce this weekend?’

      Jan waved her words away. ‘What, and spoil all our fun? Besides, Adie likes that kind of thing, don’t you?’

      Adie grinned and then growled playfully.

      ‘I think we should be heading back to the hacienda,’ said Carol, glancing at her watch; hadn’t Miss Haze said that she was going up to the house too? They all looked at her. ‘Well, Diana is there all on her own,’ she added weakly. ‘And I’d promised to help—and everyone else should be there soon.’

      ‘Yes, sirree, Mother Teresa,’ said Jan. ‘And maybe Gareth’s showed up already. Don’t want you missing him now, do we?’

      Carol reddened.

      ‘See,’ said Adie triumphantly. ‘I told you that Jan’s a cow. I’m not being singled out for any special treatment. It’s just that I’m just an easy target. She may still look like butter wouldn’t melt—but beneath that serene composed chic exterior beats the heart of Lucretia Borgia. I bet she enjoyed a bit of interior decoration as a way of unwinding between all the poisoning and torturing.’

      ‘Did Lucretia Borgia torture people? I always thought she was a straight-down-the-line poisoner—bit of a one-trick pony, re ally,’ said Jan conversationally, as if being compared to Lucretia Borgia was something that happened every day of her life.

      ‘I see you more as Cruella de Vil,’ said Netty. ‘I watched that film and thought: finally somewhere Jan can put her talents to good use. Although I suppose Adie is the closest thing we’ve got to a poor defenceless animal.’

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