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‘Fair do’s,’ Mark muttered. ‘Fair do’s. I just wanted to let you know, so there was no big mystery or anything.’

‘Well, I appreciate it.’

There was hefty silence. Mark instinctively felt that the timing was all wrong; both of them a little drunk, Alice only ten feet away and their father on the other side of London. Why had he agreed to do Keen’s dirty work? What was in it for him?

‘But it’s connected to what I wanted to talkabout,’ he said.

‘What’s connected to what you wanted to talk about?’

‘The ring. The dinner,’ Mark replied.

‘Oh. Right.’

Ben actually looked quite bored.

‘The other night, when I came round for dinner and you and Alice were going at it…’

This seemed to galvanize Ben briefly. He looked up and gave a quick response.

‘Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Alice has been a bit stressed lately. Both of us, in fact. Workstuff, marriage. We haven’t been getting on and it’s just been one argument after another…’

‘No, that’s not what I mean.’

Ben cocked his head to one side. They were talking at cross-purposes.

‘What then?’

‘Look, why don’t I just spell it out?’ Mark moved uneasily in his chair. It was like breaking bad news, waiting for the right moment. ‘I think things have changed between me and you, brother. Not as easy as they were. You follow?’

Ben shook his head. On the way to the pub Mark had sketched out the basics of a speech in his mind, but he was moving on to it too quickly.

‘It’s like this. The last six months, however long it’s been since Dad and I started meeting up, it’s as if you’ve gone into yourself, moved away.’

To illustrate his point, Mark spread his arms outwards like a cross and nearly knocked half a pint of cider out of the hand of a passing customer. Across the pub a man was slamming his fist against the hard plastic casing of a fruit machine, spitting the single word ‘Fuck’.

‘It’s just that we’ve never really chatted about any of it.’ Mark was rubbing his jaw, words coming out before he had time to contemplate their impact. ‘It’s just been swept under the carpet. I’m abroad a lot, you’re with Alice, it’s not easy finding the time. But we need to clear the air. Your opinion matters to me. Now talkto me about what’s going on.’

Ben looked completely taken aback.

‘Where’s this coming from?’ he said.

‘It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Just seeing you tonight made me want to talk about it.’

Ben’s hand went up to his forehead, almost pulling the skin back from his eyes. He looked bloodshot and tense.

‘So OK, we’ll talk about it.’ He tipped his face up to the light and exhaled in a gasp. ‘It’s like this.’ Mark was listening very carefully. ‘I don’t allow myself to think about him. There are hard certainties in my life. There’s you. There’s Alice. I have my painting and my good friends. That’s how things stay under control. That’s how I manage to get by.’

The answer was so characteristic of his brother that Mark felt there was almost no point in going on. When Ben got an idea into his head it was impossible to change his mind. Only a basic desire not to let his father down led him to say, ‘Is that good for you?’

‘Is what good for me?’

‘Thinking about things in that way? Breaking them down?’

‘It’s just how I’ve learned to cope.’ Across the room, somebody had paid fifty pence to hear a bad cover version of ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ on the jukebox. The song was forced and loud and Ben had to speakup. ‘And now that Alice and I are married I have to deal with that. She needs my support. I want to look after her, to make things right. You know all this. Why the fuckare you bringing it up now? Let’s get back to the bar and relax.’

Yeah, let’s, Mark thought, and hated what he was doing. He genuinely believed that the stand-off between his brother and Keen was unhealthy, a running sore in the family, yet there was nothing, surely, that could be done about it. He was manipulating Ben for his father’s benefit, pure and simple. They had set a trap for him, pushing Ben towards something that he wanted no part of. And where was