The Midnight Library. Matt Haig

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СКАЧАТЬ He’d also heard a horror story from one of his university friends who’d been in a band that signed to a label and then the label ripped them off and they’d all become unemployed alcoholics or something.

      ‘I could take you with me,’ she said. ‘I’d get it in the contract. We could go everywhere together.’

      ‘Sorry, Nora. But that’s your dream. It’s not mine.’

      Which hurt even more with hindsight, knowing how much – before the wedding – she’d tried to make his dream of a pub in the Oxfordshire countryside become her dream as well.

      Dan had always said his concern was for Nora: she’d been having panic attacks while she was in the band, especially when she got anywhere near a stage. But the concern had been at least a little manipulative, now she thought about it.

      ‘I thought,’ he was saying now, ‘that you were starting to trust me again.’

      ‘Trust you? Dan, why wouldn’t I trust you?’

      ‘You know why.’

      ‘Of course I know why,’ she lied. ‘I just want to hear you say it.’

      ‘Well, since the stuff with Erin.’

      She stared at him like he was a Rorschach inkblot in which she saw no clear image.

      ‘Erin? The one I was speaking to tonight?’

      ‘Am I going to be beaten up for ever about one stupid drunken moment?’

      On the street outside, the wind was picking up, howling through trees as if attempting a language.

      This was the life she had been in mourning for. This was the life she had beaten herself up for not living. This was the timeline she thought she had regretted not existing in.

      ‘One stupid mistake?’ she echoed.

      ‘Okay, two.’

      It was multiplying.

      ‘Two?’

      ‘I was in a state. You know, the pressure. Of this place. And I was very drunk.’

      ‘You had sex with someone else and it doesn’t seem you have been seeking much . . . atonement.’

      ‘Seriously, why drag all this up? We’ve been through this. Remember what the counsellor said. About focusing on where we want to go rather than where we have been.’

      ‘Do you ever think that maybe we just aren’t right for each other?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘I love you, Dan. And you can be a very kind person. And you were great with my mum. And we used to – I mean, we have great conversations. But do you ever feel that we passed where we were meant to be? That we changed?’

      She sat down on the edge of the bed. The furthest corner away from him.

      ‘Do you ever feel lucky to have me? Do you realise how close I was to leaving you, two days before the wedding? Do you know how messed up you would have been if I hadn’t turned up at the wedding?’

      ‘Wow. Really? You have yourself in quite high esteem there, Nora.’

      ‘Shouldn’t I? I mean, shouldn’t everyone? What’s wrong with self-esteem? And besides, it’s true. There’s another universe where you send me WhatsApp messages about how messed up you are without me. How you turn to alcohol, although it seems like you turn to alcohol with me too. You send me texts saying you miss my voice.’

      He made a dismissive noise, somewhere between a laugh and a grunt. ‘Well, right now, I am most definitely not missing your voice.’

      She couldn’t get beyond her shoes. She found it hard – maybe impossible – to take off another item of clothing in front of him.

      ‘And stop going on about my drinking.’

      ‘If you are using drink as an excuse for screwing someone else, I can go on about your drinking.’

      ‘I am a country landlord,’ scoffed Dan. ‘It’s what country landlords do. Be jovial and merry and willing to partake in the many and manifold beverages we sell. Jeez.’

       Since when did he speak like this? Did he always speak like this?

      ‘Bloody hell, Dan. ‘

      He didn’t even seem bothered. To seem grateful in any way for the universe he was in. The universe she had felt so guilty for not allowing to happen. He reached for his phone, still with his laptop on the duvet. Nora watched him as he scrolled.

      ‘Is this what you imagined? Is the dream working out?’

      ‘Nora, let’s not do this heavy shit. Just get to bloody bed.’

      ‘Are you happy, Dan?’

      ‘No one’s happy, Nora.’

      ‘Some people are. You used to be. You used to light up when you talked about this. You know, the pub. Before you had it. This is the life you dreamed of. You wanted me and you wanted this and yet you’ve been unfaithful and you drink like a fish and I think you only appreciate me when you don’t have me, which is not a great trait to have. What about my dreams?’

      He was hardly listening. Or trying to look like he wasn’t.

      ‘Big fires in California,’ he said, almost to himself.

      ‘Well, at least we’re not there.’

      He put the phone down. Folded his laptop. ‘You coming to bed or what?’

      She had shrunk for him, but he still hadn’t found the space he needed. No more.

      ‘Icosagon,’ she told him.

      ‘What?’

      ‘The quiz. Earlier. The twenty-sided polygon. Well, a twenty-sided polygon is called an icosagon. I knew the answer but didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to mock me. And now I don’t really care because I don’t think me knowing some things that you don’t should bother you. And also, I am going to go to the bathroom.’

      And she left Dan, with his mouth open, and trod gently on the wide floorboards, out of the room.

      She reached the bathroom. Switched a light on. There were tingles in her arms and legs and torso. Like electric static in search of a station. She was fading out, she was sure. There wasn’t long left here. The disappointment was complete.

      It was an impressive bathroom. There was a mirror. She gasped at her reflection. She looked healthier but also older. Her hair made her look like a stranger.

      This was not the life she imagined it to be.

      And Nora wished the self in the mirror ‘Good luck’.

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