Espresso Tales - Alexander Hanchett Smith [137]
That was all there was to the story. Angus Lordie looked at Domenica. Then he burst into laughter, into wild peals of laughter. And Domenica laughed too. It was extremely funny for some reason. It may have been hard to put one’s finger on the reason, but neither of them was in any doubt but that it was terribly funny. But it was also rather sad. And again, to work out why it should be sad, required a measure of reflection. 88. Bruce Reflects
After his unfortunate experience with George and his new fiancée, Bruce returned to Scotland Street in what almost amounted to a state of shock. He had set off for his shop in a Bruce Reflects
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mood of confidence and optimism, but this had been conclusively shattered by the confrontation with his erstwhile business backer, now his former friend. There was to be no money from George, and with the disappearance of that support his liabilities now exceeded his assets. The payment to the wine dealer in Leith could not be put off for more than a short time, and now he simply did not have sufficient funds to pay. He would have to return all the stock, virtually every bottle of it, and that would leave him with empty shelves, including in that new section of which he was so proud – the innovative Wines for Her. Pat was in her room when Bruce returned. For a moment he hesitated, unsure whether to knock on her door and offer to make her a cup of coffee. He did not want her to think that he needed her company in any way – she should be in no doubt that he could take or leave that as he wished – but eventually his need for comfort and reassurance got the better of him. Pat greeted him politely. Yes, that was kind of him; she would join him for a cup of coffee in the kitchen in a few moments.
“So,” she said. “The business. How’s it going?”
“Great,” Bruce started to say. “Just great . . .”
He broke off. He looked at the floor. “Actually,” he went on,
“it’s going badly. Really badly.”
Pat raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem with that shop you’re renting?”
Bruce shook his head. “No, it’s more than that. In fact, Pat, it’s awful.” He sat down at the kitchen table, his head sunk in his hands.
Pat looked down at him. Poor Bruce – to be so vain and so pleased with yourself and then to become so obviously wretched. It was difficult not to sympathise with him.
“Money?” she said.
Bruce nodded miserably. “I’ve been let down.”
“By?”
“By somebody I was at school with back in Crieff,” said Bruce.
“He should have stayed there.”
Pat frowned. “Why are you rude about Crieff, Bruce? Aren’t you proud of the place you came from?”
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“No,” said Bruce. “I’m not.”
Pat thought about this. “May I ask why?” she said. “I don’t see anything wrong with Crieff. In fact, I think it’s really a very nice place.”
“You would,” said Bruce bitterly.
Pat almost let this remark pass, but decided that Bruce had gone too far. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, you do think that you’re superior, don’t you? You think that by being rude about Crieff you can build yourself up. Well, you’re wrong, you know. You’re wrong about Crieff, completely wrong. Crieff is a great place. I know people who live there who like it very much indeed. And these are people with rather better judgment than yours, Bruce. By running Crieff down you tell me more about yourself than about Crieff. That’s true, you know.”
Bruce said nothing, while Pat fixed him with her stare. “The trouble with you, Bruce, is that you think nowhere and nobody is good enough for you. You think that you’re too good for Crieff. You think that you’re too good for your old friends. You think that this old friend of yours has let you down, but I suspect that it’s exactly the opposite. I suspect that you’ve been trying to use him.”
Bruce looked up abruptly. “And why