A Spot of Bother - Mark Haddon [71]
“Hang on.”
“What?”
“Answerphone.”
Mike laughed. “Thirty seconds. Then I’m coming to get you.”
“There’s some beer in the fridge,” said Jamie. “Vodka and other stuff’s in the cupboard by the window.”
Mike detached himself. “Fancy a spliff?”
“Sure.”
Jamie went into the living room and pressed the button.
“Jamie. Hi. It’s Katie.” She was drunk. Or did she just sound drunk because Jamie was drunk? “Shit. You’re not in, are you. Shit.”
She wasn’t drunk. She was crying. Bloody hell.
“Anyway…today’s exciting news is that the wedding’s off. Because Ray doesn’t think we should get married.”
Was this good or bad? It was like seeing the adjacent train start to move. It made him feel a little wobbly.
“Oh, and we went home for the weekend and Dad’s in bed because he’s having a nervous breakdown. I mean a real one, like, with panic attacks and nightmares about dying and everything. And Mum’s thinking of leaving him for that bloke from the office.”
Jamie’s first thought was that Katie herself was having some kind of breakdown.
“So, I thought I’d better ring you because the way things have been going over the last few days you’ve probably been involved in some truly hideous road accident and the reason you’re not answering your phone is because you’re in hospital, or dead, or you’ve left the country or something…Give me a ring, OK?”
Beep.
Jamie sat for a moment, letting it sink in, or drift away, or whatever it was going to do. Then he stood up and made his way to the kitchen.
Mike was lighting a joint from the gas stove. He stood up, took a drag and held the smoke down with the obligatory startled expression. He looked a bit like Jamie felt.
Mike breathed out. “Want some?”
There was going to be some ghastly scene, wasn’t there. You drag someone halfway up the Northern Line for sex which doesn’t happen and suddenly you’ve got a disappointed and muscular stranger in the house who no longer has any reasons to be nice to you.
He wondered if Mike had ever stolen a car.
“What’s up?” asked Mike.
“Family trouble.”
“Big?”
“Yup,” said Jamie.
“Death?” Mike took a saucer off the draining board and laid the joint on the rim.
“No.” Jamie sat down. “Not unless my sister kills her fiancé. Or my father kills himself. Or my father kills my mother’s lover.”
Mike leaned down and took hold of Jamie’s arm. Jamie was right. They were surprisingly strong hands.
Mike eased Jamie to his feet. “In my professional opinion…you need something to take your mind off things.” Mike pulled him close. His cock was still hard.
For a brief second Jamie imagined Katie’s drunken prophecy coming true. An unseemly struggle. Jamie slipping and cracking his skull on the corner of the kitchen table.
He pulled away. “Hang on. This is not a good time.”
Mike put a hand around the back of Jamie’s neck. “Trust me. It’ll be good for you.”
Jamie pushed back against Mike’s hand but it didn’t give.
Then Mike’s eyes did the soft thing. “What are you going to do if I go away? Sit here and worry? It’s too late to ring anyone. Come on. A couple of minutes and you won’t be thinking about anything outside this room. I guarantee it.”
And again it was like the parachute jump. But even more so. The fog of alcohol cleared briefly and it occurred to Jamie that this was why Tony had left. Because Jamie always wanted to be in control. Because he was frightened of anything different or improper. And as the fog closed over again it seemed to Jamie that he had to have sex with this man to prove to Tony that he could change.
He let Mike pull him close.
They kissed again.
He put his hands around Mike’s back.
It was good to be held.
He could feel something thawing and cracking, something which had imprisoned him for far too long. Mike was right. He could let go, leave other people to sort out their own problems. For once in his life he could live in the moment.
Mike slid his hand