Bernie
flopped onto the bed and stared up at the crack in the ceiling. “What
made you choose Cornwall?”
“There
was a teaching position available.” Melanie copied her new friend,
surprised at the firmness of the mattress, although the metal springs
of the frame beneath squeaked. She tried to imagine having sex on
them and fought back a snort of laughter.
“What?”
“Nothing.
Just the noisy springs.”
“
They're in a right state. Better watch who you bring back at night.
You'll have Da listening at the door.”
“Gawd, I
hope not. That's be embarrassing.”
“Especially
when he charges you double rent for having a guest.”
“He
wouldn't, would he?” Mel stared at the crack above them. It was
reminiscent of the march of the Nile across the Egyptian plain, or
the oscilloscope display gain of a capacitor relay discharging.
“He
would. Thinks he's the Lord Mayor o' London, sometimes, the way he
makes up rules. He'd probably blame you for keeping him up, too.”
“I'd
have something to say about that.”
“You
ever been to Cornwall before? It's not exactly known for its
nightlife, you know. Not like where you come from.”
“I came
here on holiday once.” She rolled onto her stomach, her nose an
inch away from the pink roses of the nylon eiderdown. “Well, not
here, exactly. Penzance. We were doing the play at college and got an
all-expenses trip to soak in the feel of the coast. Some of us, me
included, hadn't even seen the sea before, never mind Cornwall. We
stayed in a scout hut with no lav and had to either risk stumbling
past the boy's tents in the night or pee in a pail.”
“I ain't
never travelled.” Bernie sat up, and adjusted the waistband of his
trousers. “Da took me to Newquay once, when I was little. All them
big aeroplanes going all over the world. I want to go all over the
world someday, not remain here like some sad bumpkin.”
“I'm
sure you will of you put your mind to it.”
“I
wouldn't be able to raise the money in a thousand years.”
“Maybe
you won't have to.” Mel turned her head to view the profile of her
new friend. Bernie had an uncharacteristic softness around the face,
and not even a trace of stubble. Elfin, her mam would have said. A
Peter Pan to her Tinkerbell.
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