The Cows. Dawn O’Porter

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СКАЧАТЬ Mummy, we haven’t had the cake yet,’ she says, looking embarrassed and worried that I am serious.

      ‘We’ll have cake at home. Come on, grab your cardboard box.’

      ‘But …’

      ‘ANNIE, now!’

      She does as she’s told, mortified that I just shouted at her in front of her friends. I don’t care, I’m too embarrassed to deal with judgement from these people. I also think I might be sick.

      I grab Annie’s hand and hurry through the house, feeling like I’m escaping an avalanche. As I open the front door, Vicky Thomson is standing there, her fist up to start knocking. I jump about three feet into the air.

      ‘Tara,’ she says, ‘are you leaving? God, I’m so late. Is the party over, why have you got a blue mouth?’

      So many questions. I push past her, dragging Annie by the hand.

      ‘OK, well, bye. And we should do coffee, I’ve written up a few more ideas, I really think one could …’

      But I’ve strapped Annie in and driven away before she has the chance to finish. When I get around the corner, I feel a little calmer. Then I look in the rear view mirror and see Annie’s face.

      My little princess is crying her eyes out.

       Cam

      ‘Hello, yeah I’ve been waiting for my pizza for over an hour … Yes, it’s Stacey … What? I spoke to you myself? … Oh, forget it, I’ll call Domino’s.’

      She hangs up.

      ‘That is so rubbish,’ Cam says to Mark, who is also very hungry but not the type to get annoyed. ‘It’s going to take ages to get here now.’

      She storms over to the kitchen and aggressively opens and slams shut all of the cupboards and the fridge. They are all empty.

      ‘Babe, you get so hangry,’ says Mark, infuriating Cam a little with his youthful slang.

      ‘I’ve been craving pizza all day,’ she says, huffing.

      ‘Well then, let’s go out and get some?’ Mark suggests, flippantly.

      ‘What, and bring it back here?’

      ‘No, let’s go eat somewhere. It’s Saturday night. Date Night!’

      Cam goes a little cold. Let’s go eat somewhere? As in, they sit opposite each other? In a restaurant? With clothes on? Making conversation? Is that possible?

      Before Cam has the chance to question it, Mark is standing by the door, ready to leave. ‘Come on then, I’m starving,’ he says.

      She picks up her keys, slips into some flip flops and follows him out. This is actually happening.

      As Mark reads the menu, Cam stares at him. It’s been a few months since they met in the line at Whole Foods, they’ve had sex in every position imaginable, but she has no idea if he even has a middle name. Sitting opposite him now, she can’t think of a single thing to say.

      ‘I’m going for the meat feast, I don’t even know why I bother to read the menu. What about you?’ Mark asks, putting the menu down and nodding at a waiter.

      ‘Me? What about me?’ Cam asks, worried he’s asking her to express some feelings.

      ‘Er, what pizza you going for?’

      ‘Oh, a Hawaiian, always.’

      ‘Nah, can’t do fruit on pizza,’ Mark says.

      ‘Oh right,’ replies Cam, making a face that she thinks shows she is enjoying getting to know the small details of who he is, despite finding this terribly awkward.

      It’s not that she doesn’t like Mark, or doesn’t like spending time with him. But she’s actively avoided traditional dating for most of her adult life; it isn’t what she’s good at. She’d rarely choose to sit opposite someone she didn’t know really well for an entire meal. A drink, probably. A coffee, fine. But a meal? A proper date? She’s not good at this. She’s good at being at home, in her pants, making general conversation between sex sessions. In that environment she has props, distractions from intense emotional interaction. But now here she is, sitting opposite her fuck buddy of a few months, realising for the first time that the age gap is actually a thing. She feels conspicuous. Like an older man with a young hot blonde. Out of bed, this feels a bit silly.

      They order.

      ‘So what did you do today?’ he asks, as they wait.

      ‘Oh, um, I went to the park with my sister and niece and two nephews. We swam in the pond, it was nice,’ Cam says, shoving two olives into her mouth.

      ‘Ah, nice. I’ve got two nephews. Jacob and Jonah. Both want to be called JJ, so I just call them JJJJ, like Ja-Juh, Ja-Juh, and they find that really funny.’

      ‘That’s hilarious,’ says Cam, hiding her feelings by spitting olive pips into her hand.

      ‘They love me. I can pick them both up at once. They call me Uncle Hulk,’ Mark says, holding his arm up, bending his elbow, and flexing his biceps.

      Cam smiles. He’s so nice, she doesn’t want to be rude, or mean, but …

      ‘So how old are yours?’ he asks, being completely acceptable and acting as any normal human being would in this situation. But it’s too much for Cam. She’s not sure why she’s finding this so excruciating, but she is. She can’t do it. She just can’t.

      ‘Mark, I’m sorry. I’m not feeling great, maybe sunstroke or something. Can we get the pizza boxed up and take it home?’

      Mark doesn’t seem bothered. He still gets pizza, he still gets Cam – as far as he’s concerned, it’s all good.

      ‘Sure,’ he says, calling over a waiter to ask for the pizza to go. Cam instantly relaxes, and fills the time by getting her wallet out of her bag and counting out some money. ‘I’ll get this,’ she says. Mark happily accepts.

      As they leave, Cam thinks again.

      ‘You know, maybe I’ll just go home alone. I’m sorry, I think the heat really got to me today. Then not eating, and chasing kids around all afternoon. Is that OK?’

      ‘Of course, babe,’ Mark says, understandingly. He opens a pizza box to make sure she takes the right one. ‘Want me to walk you home?’

      ‘No, I’ll be OK. Thanks though,’ she says, appreciating how nice and easy he is, and wondering why she can’t bring herself to sit through a meal with him.

      ‘Will you go out tonight?’ she asks.

      ‘Probably, I fancy a dance,’ he says, further clarifying the vast contrast in their lifestyles. Cam wonders if he’ll СКАЧАТЬ