Desiring Cairo. Louisa Young

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      ‘What about her?’

      ‘What I said that night.’ He didn’t have to say what night. We knew what night. The night that chaos dissolved.

      ‘Mm,’ I said.

      ‘The blood test,’ he reminded me, gently.

      ‘Mmm.’

      I knew he was right, within his rights. I knew it was fair. I knew, rationally, that I didn’t have a leg to stand on. I knew that I probably couldn’t stop him doing it anyway. But my heart cried out against it. Cried and wept. Why? Fear, I suppose. Simple fear.

      ‘I can’t do it, Harry,’ I said, knowing as I said it what a daft and pathetic thing it was to say.

      ‘It’s not you that’d do it,’ he said. ‘You don’t have to do anything. I’d just get it done, and then I’d tell you, and we’d … we’d take it from there.’ We hadn’t a clue, then, either of us, of the practicalities. Let alone the repercussions. (Nice word, repercussion. Re-percussion. There’s a verb: percuss, to strike so as to shake. Well there you go.)

      ‘Shut up,’ I said.

      He was looking at me, quite kindly, twiddling the empty beer bottle in his big skinny hands, leaning forward a little.

      ‘How long for?’ he asked.

      ‘How long what?’

      ‘How long shall I shut up for? I mean, I can see you probably need a bit of time, having just had Jim breathing down your neck being the bad father, and maybe a father is not what you want right now, but, well, the question’s been asked now, hasn’t it? So how long, do you think, before you’ll want to know? Because you’re going to want to.’

      ‘I don’t want to know.’

      ‘No, but you will.’

      ‘Don’t patronise me, Harry. I don’t want to know. It’s a positive act of not wanting. I actively want not to know. I desire ignorance.’

      ‘Why? Are you scared?’

      ‘No I’m fucking not. Don’t give me that crap.’

      ‘Why not? I’m scared. I’d think it was incredibly scary.’

      ‘I like things as they are. That’s all. Harry—’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Please can we leave it.’

      ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But for how long?’

      ‘Oh for God’s …’ Well. OK. Buy time. ‘Fifty years,’ I said, rather idiotically.

      ‘It might be worth pointing out, Angel, that you aren’t the only person involved in this,’ he said.

      ‘I’m sorry?’ I replied, cold suddenly, and deadly courteous.

      ‘Lily …’ he began, poor fool, but he did no more than begin before I bit him off: ‘Do you think that I’m not aware of that?’ I snapped. ‘Do you think that every single thing I do isn’t for her wellbeing? Do you imagine that I ever for one moment stop considering what’s best for her? Do you think I don’t know? My whole fucking life for nearly four years has been based on what she wants and what she needs and I do not need you muscling in and telling me that I need to take her into consideration. I do take her into consideration. I do every bloody thing that is ever done for that child including protecting her, when she needs it, from people she doesn’t know who think they have something to do with her. If I’d told her Jim was her father how do you think she would feel now? Now that he’s decided that oh no, he isn’t after all, silly me it’s just my wife fancied having a kid. Who her father is and what happens about that is an incredibly bloody serious issue and if I’m not up to thinking about it and controlling what happens about it then it is not to happen, that’s all. The damage it could do her is immeasurable. And it’s down to me. I decide when and how. And I say no. No.’

      So I was ranting. Harry has never been impressed by my ranting.

      ‘It’s not just Lily,’ he said, calmly. If anything he was even more unflappable now. Unpercussable.

      ‘What?’

      ‘It’s not just Lily.’

      ‘Oh. So, what. It’s you. You need to know. You feel odd. You want to know.’

      ‘Yes,’ he said.

      I looked him a look.

      ‘It’s not unreasonable,’ he said.

      ‘It’s not possible,’ I said, in only half-fake disbelief. The nerve of him.

      ‘Yes it is.’

      ‘No it’s not.’

      ‘You can’t say that.’

      ‘Just did,’ I retorted, maturely.

      ‘Angel,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to … but you can’t control it. It’s not just you. It’s the truth – you’ll have to face it. You can’t just boss it around.’

      ‘I can have a damn good try.’

      ‘Why do you have to be in charge of everything?’

      ‘Because I am. Aren’t I? Who else is?’

      ‘You could let someone help you.’

      ‘This is getting a little clichéd, Harry. I get plenty of help, thank you, so you needn’t bother offering. I really don’t think you’d be much use, frankly.’

      ‘Yes I would.’

      ‘You. Yeah. Very likely. Teach her to drive and check the gap on a sparkplug, babysit and embarrass my boyfriends when we get home. I don’t need it.’

      ‘You don’t know what a father might give …’

      ‘You don’t know whether you’re her father.’

      ‘I know. It doesn’t make it any easier. She’s asleep in there and … Let me find out. Let me try.’

      ‘No. Or – OK, yes. Try this. You’re her father, you want to give her what she needs. What she needs right now is a period of calm after a period of upset. She needs it as much as I do. She also needs me to have a period of calm after a period of upset. I’m not confusing our needs here, I’m recognising that they are the same. That’s what she wants, what she needs. You can give that to her. Will you?’

      I couldn’t read his face at all. His expression was remote – his Mongolian face, I used to call it. Narrowed eyes and inscrutable and handsome.

      ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘How long a period of calm?’

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