Girl Meets Boy - Ali Smith [14]
(My little sister is going to have a terrible sad life.) (But I saw Robin Goodman lean my sister into the hedge with such gentleness, there is no other word for it, and kiss her, and then I saw, not so gently, Robin Goodman shift one of her own legs in between my sister’s legs while she kissed her, and I saw my sister, it wasn’t just one-sided, she was kissing Robin Goodman back, and then they were both laughing.)
(They were laughing with outrageous happiness.)
(Neighbours must have seen. It was broad daylight.)
(I might have to move house.)
(Well, that’s all right. That’s all right. If I have to move house I have enough money to.)
Thirty-five thousand, very good money for my age, and for me being a girl, our dad says, which is a bit sexist of him, because gender is nothing to do with whether you are good at a job or not. It is nothing to do with me being a woman or not, the fact that I am the only woman on the Highland Pure Creative board of ten of us – it is because I am good at what I do.
Actually, I think Keith might ask me to go to the States, maybe for training with the in-house Creatives at Base Camp. I think Base Camp is in LA!
He seems very pleased with the Eau Caledonia tag.
He thinks it will corner not just the English-speaking market but a good chunk of the French market, which is crucial, the French market being so water-sales-established worldwide. Scottish, yet French. Well done, he said. They’d like you at Base Camp. You’d like it there.
Me! Los Angeles!
He seemed to be intimating it. He intimated it last Tuesday. He said I’d like it there, that’s what he said last week, that I’d like it, that they’d like me.
I told Anthea he had intimated it. She said: Keith intubated you? Like on ER?
I said: you’re being ridiculous, Anthea.
(There is also that gay woman doctor character on ER whose lovers always die in fires and so on.)
(Gay people are always dying all the time.)
Anthea is being ridiculous. I got her a good position and now she is at home doing nothing. She is really clever. She is wasting herself.
(I was sitting at home trying to think of a tag, I’d thought of MacAqua, but McDonald’s would sue, I’d thought of Scotteau, I’d been saying the word Eau out loud, and Anthea walked past the table as I said it, and she added Caledonia, we’re such a good team, we’d be a good team, we’d have been a good team, oh my God my sister is a)
Well, it is bloody lucky Keith intimates anything to me at all after they did me that favour at Pure about Anthea. She is so naïve, she has no idea what an unusually good salary level she was started at, it is really lucky nobody has associated me with how rude she was that day and that thing happening to the Pure sign
(which is clearly where they met. Maybe I saw the oh so romantic moment they met, last month, I was watching out the window, and the weirdo vandal came down the ladder and she and Anthea were talking, before Security took her away to wait for the police. I saw the name on the forms Security made her fill out. I recognised it. I knew it, the name, from when we were girls. It’s a small town. What else can you do, in a small town?)
(Unless they were in cahoots before that and had decided on it as a dual attack on Pure, which is possible, I mean, anything under the sun is possible now.)
(Everything has changed.)
(Nothing is the same.)
I’ve stopped. I’m not running. I’m just standing.
(I don’t want to run anywhere. I can’t think where to run to.)
(I better make it look like there is a reason for me to be just standing. I’ll go and stand by the pedestrian crossing.)
That word intimated is maybe something to do with the word intimate, since the word intimate is so much a part of, almost the whole of, the word intimated.
I am standing at the pedestrian crossing like a (normal) person waiting to cross the road. A bus goes past. It is full of (normal-looking) people.
(My sister is now one of the reasons the man who owns Stagecoach buses had that million-pound poster campaign all