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that makes all the difference.’
    â€˜ We can go steady if you like.’
    â€˜You only say that to get what you want,’ she answered sharply, fastening the top button of her blouse which had come undone in the scrabble.
    â€˜So does Alfie, I expect.’
    â€˜He doesn’t. He really means it when he says we’re going steady.’
    â€˜Me too,’ I protested, so thwarted I could have paralysed her, thinking that if I heard that mincing phrase about ‘going steady’ once more I’d kill whoever said it and lob myself off Castle Rock.
    The kisses came soft and fulsome, but they weren’t what I wanted unless they paved the footpath to the end which I had in view. She moaned and hugged and bit my ear but whenever my hand strayed close, her eyes opened wide with the stony lift of common-sense and she froze away from me. I was baffled, and didn’t know how to go on, and more than once I left her late at night, feeling full of rage at the rice pudding down my leg. She worked in the City Combine offices, and scorned me for the fact that I was an errand boy. She could never love me because she didn’t respect me, yet I wasn’t the sort to show myself at her beck and call by trying to ‘get on’. What kept her interested in me was my ancient friendship with Alfie, as well as my mysterious ability to read books that she could hardly understand. But I kept on and on at her in the hope that tomorrow or next week our love-life would take the great leap forward. I hung on like a drunken man at a one-armed bandit, always hoping for the jackpot. It occurred to me in my frustrated misery that maybe she was taking it out on me to keep herself going nice and lovely with Alfie. The only way I could get it was by straightforward rape, and though I was strong I didn’t feel strong enough for that. Alfie didn’t know about our weekly meetings, and at first, when I had hopes, I didn’t want him to get to know, whereas in those early days Claudine wouldn’t have minded if he had found out, because I think in some way she wanted to get her own back on him for having supposedly spilled the beans to me about their love-life. But as time went on, meaning weeks, but they seemed like years, I began to see that there might be some advantage in letting him know what was happening, or at least telling Claudine that this was in my mind. I was slowly brought to this, seeing that, as time still went on, the idea of Alfie getting to know appealed less and less to her, because of the precautions she began to take when arranging to meet me. Not having it while I was in full blood sharpened my wits and understanding, which is something to be said for it.
    We sat in a coffee bar on Parliament Street, where both of us had met straight out of work. We had a cake to hold back the gnawing starvoes, and I was trying to persuade her to come up Strelley where we could fan out into the fields and woods. But, though it was dry and still daylight I couldn’t make much headway. ‘I don’t feel like it,’ she said. ‘It’s too much bother, going all that way. You can see me home, though.’
    â€˜Are you meeting Alfie?’ I asked, a sudden suspicion.
    â€˜I want to watch television. Mam had one come yesterday. Bought it out of her savings. Dad would never buy anything because he don’t earn that much.’
    She wanted me to go home and watch television with her, seated between her struggling happy-saver parents, but I had another idea. ‘I saw Alfie last night,’ I said, in all innocence. At this, she had a very uneasy glint in her eyes. ‘We just talked about this and that,’ I added. ‘Nowt unusual.’
    â€˜Is that all?’
    â€˜He did seem a bit worried. Have another cake? Go on. I’ll treat you to it.’
    She was too interested to eat. ‘What was up with him? Did he say?’
    â€˜He did, but it was between