Scenes From Provincial Life - J. M. Coetzee [212]
‘I am jealous of you? What nonsense! Why should I want this man for myself, this man who is not even a real man? Yes, I say he is not a real man! What do you know about men, you, a child? Why do you think this man wants to be among young girls? Do you think that is normal? Why do you think he encourages your dreaming, your fantasies? Men like that should not be allowed near a school. And you – you should be thankful I am saving you. But instead you shout abuse and make accusations against me, your mother!’
I saw her lips move soundlessly, as though there were no words bitter enough for what was in her heart. Then she turned and ran out of the room. A moment later she was back, waving the letters that this man, this teacher of hers, had sent me, that I had put away in the bureau for no special reason, I certainly did not treasure them. ‘He writes love-letters to you!’ she screamed. ‘And you write love-letters back to him! It’s disgusting! If he is not normal why are you writing love-letters to him?’
Of course what she was saying was untrue. I wrote him no love-letters, not one. But how could I make the poor child believe that? ‘How dare you!’ I said. ‘How dare you pry into my private papers!’
How I wished, at that moment, that I had burnt those letters of his, letters I never asked for!
Maria Regina was crying now. ‘I wish I had never listened to you,’ she sobbed. ‘I wish I had never let you invite him here. You just spoil everything.’
‘My poor child!’ I said, and took her in my arms. ‘I never wrote letters to Mr Coetzee, you must believe me. Yes, he wrote letters to me, I don’t know why, but I never wrote back. I am not interested in him in that way, not in the slightest. Don’t let him come between us, my darling. I am just trying to protect you. He is not right for you. He is a grown man, you are still a child. I will get you another teacher. I will get you a private teacher who will come here to the flat and help you. We will manage. A teacher is not expensive. We will get someone who has proper qualifications and knows how to prepare you for the examinations. Then we can put this whole unhappy business behind us.’
So that is the story, the full story, of his letters and the trouble his letters caused me.
There were no more letters?
There was one more, but I did not open it. I wrote RETURN TO SENDER on the envelope and left it in the foyer for the postman to pick up. ‘See?’ I said to Maria Regina. ‘See what I think of his letters?’
And what of the dance classes?
He stopped coming. Mr Anderson spoke to him and he stopped coming. Maybe he even gave back his money, I don’t know.
Did you find another teacher for Maria Regina?
Yes, I found another teacher, a lady, a retired teacher. It cost money, but what is money when your child’s future is at stake?
Was that the end, then, of your dealings with John Coetzee?
Yes. Absolutely.
You never saw him again, never heard from him?
I never saw him. I made sure Maria Regina never saw him. He may have been full of romantic nonsense, but he was too Dutch to be reckless. When he realized I was serious, not playing some love-game with him, he gave up his pursuit. He left us alone. His grand passion turned out to be not so grand after all. Or maybe he found someone else to be in love with.
Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he kept you alive in his heart. Or the idea of you.
Why do you say that?
[Silence.]
Well, perhaps he did. You are the one who has studied his life, you will know better. With some people it does not matter who they are in love with as long as they are in love. Perhaps he was like that.
[Silence.]
In retrospect, how do you see the whole episode? Do you still feel anger towards him?
Anger? No. I can see how a lonely and eccentric young man like Mr Coetzee, who spent his days reading old philosophers and making up poems, could fall for Maria Regina, who was a real beauty and would break many hearts. It is not so easy to see what Maria Regina saw in him; but then, she was young and impressionable, and he flattered her, made