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was a Punk, not a Goth. And what you’re describing is fetish . Apart from the bit about drinking blood, which is plainly ridiculous by anyone’s standards.’
    Honestly, so many people these days get Goth confused with fetish. They are completely opposing concepts, don’t you know? Those flimsy sex-shop undies don’t float my boat. Never have. For Goths (the real purists I’m talking about now) eroticism means fully dressed or completely bare, and nothing in between.
    ‘Come on, Mags,’ she said, ‘you can tell me. Doesn’t Bill ever dress up for you? Like on your birthday or special occasions? I bet he looks dead sexy in tight leather trousers and a studded dog collar.’
    ‘Oh, Julie. You know I prefer lace-trimmed cotton pillowcases and handwritten love letters. Please tell me you’re joking about leaving Gary.’
    ‘I’m not joking. Gary wants to get married and start a family and I don’t. That’s it in a nutshell. So there’s no point in going on with the relationship. There’s just no point.’
    ‘Now wait a minute, Julie. Slow down and think about this logically. Can’t you tell Gary how you feel about having children? I’m sure he would understand. He loves you to bits.’
    ‘There’s no time for soul-searching, Mags. We’re both over forty. It’s now or never for Gary. I haven’t told him I’m not ready for marriage and I don’t think I can tell him face to face. He won’t be amused, you know? Recently he’s been nagging me to set a date for our wedding andasking why I can’t decide on a venue for the reception. He won’t be expecting anything as drastic as this and he won’t take the news lying down.’
    ‘You’re right, there,’ I said. ‘He won’t let you go, if I’m any judge.’
    ‘You see what I mean?’ she replied, her blue eyes wide in exasperation. ‘You know yourself what would happen if I tried to leave Gary in a mature and sensible fashion. He’d wreck the house. His house, remember. Not mine. And the renovations cost an absolute fortune. I can’t stand confrontation, Mags. You know I can’t abide shouting and pleading and tears dripping off people’s chins. And slamming doors give me palpitations. It’s all so untidy, so unnecessary. Look, the decision is already made. What I want you to do is tell Gary for me. Please. Will you? You’re so good at this emotional stuff. I’m begging you, Mags.’
    I was stunned.
    ‘The thing is, Julie, I’d rather not get involved in your relationship with Gary,’ I said when I’d recovered from the shock. ‘In any relationship, really. It’s usually the messenger that gets shot, in my experience.’
    ‘Oh, Mags!’
    ‘No, really,’ I insisted. ‘Although I do appreciate the compliment about me being emotional and so on, thank you very much. But you know this information ought to come from you directly. Are you sure you won’t change your mind about talking to him?’
    ‘No, I simply can’t face the man, absolutely not. So either you do it or I leave him a note on the kitchen table.’
    ‘But that won’t be the end of it, Julie. Won’t Gary come to the lighthouse, looking for an explanation?’
    ‘I don’t think he will, actually. He’s a very proud man. A few days to brood and he’ll bounce back. It’s better if I just vanish. Out of sight, out of mind.’
    Oh, as if, I thought to myself. You don’t know Gary, of course, but he’s deep. He’s not a bounce-back sort of man. So for his sake I ploughed on, though I had a feeling it wouldn’t do any good whatsoever.
    ‘What about your things?’
    ‘What things?’
    ‘What things, she says! Your six-figure wardrobe, lady! Your clothes and all your other possessions in Gary’s house? I mean, you’ll have to go back to fetch them, won’t you? You’ll see him then. You’ll have to talk to him then ?’
    Gary lives in a rustic farmhouse on the outskirts of town but of course on the inside it’s packed with luxury fittings, a dream bachelor