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Chapter 8
Eveline awoke sharply the next morning to the sound of the front door
slamming and her friend Liz calling out, "Wake up sleepyhead, where are
you?" as she let herself in with the spare key. Eveline could hear her
dumping bags in the kitchen and filling the kettle, and she dragged
herself out of bed, staggering to the full length mirror in the corner as
she grabbed her black silk dressing gown off the chair by the bed. God,
she looked a mess, but then she hadn't been able to sleep last night and
had finally drifted off at about 2.30am. Her thick long hair was a
tousled mess as though she'd tossed and turned all night, which she
probably had she thought to herself.
Gerry was so much in her thoughts that the adrenaline seemed to have
temporarily run her ragged. Liz came barging into the room with a cup of
coffee and in a cheery voice like a PE teacher boomed, "Come on girl
shake a leg, you're wasting the morning."
Eveline moaned as though she had a hangover as Liz threw back the
curtains and sunlight streamed in. "Give me a chance Liz honestly. What
time is it?" she asked squinting at the clock. Groaning she exclaimed
"It's only 8am! What are you doing here so early?"
Liz smiled at her and said, "I just felt like surprising you, I've
brought fresh fruit and some croissants for your breakfast, come on."
Eveline followed her through to the kitchen and said, "Aren't you having
anything?"
Liz shrugged and said she wasn't that hungry. Eveline looked at her
sharply. "Are you alright? You arrive early and yet you're not hungry and
you're suspiciously overly cheerful. Is everything okay?"
Liz looked at her and her eyes filled with tears although she didn't
actually start crying. "It's Alex," she said walking through to the
living room and throwing herself into the big leather chair. "He's just
been a bit off lately. I think he's gone off me. I wouldn't be surprised
if he's got someone else, and I suppose it's unfair of me to expect him
to stay faithful when I'm not really into sex."
Eveline looked at her thinking that it was partly true, it was
unreasonable to expect a young man to not look elsewhere for sex if he
wasn't getting what he needed at home, but she also thought it would be
pretty low of him to cheat on Liz just because of that and that he could
at least try to talk to her or if necessary split up with her.
"Don't you want him Liz? Is he...you know...bad in bed or something?" She
always felt uncomfortable discussing sex with Liz because she was so
painfully shy, and it was the one area where they differed. Eveline loved
good sex and saw it as part of a balanced life, but hated the idea of
having children, whereas Liz adored kids and would love one of her own
but was very traditional as regards sex, and it had taken a while for her
to sleep with Alex at all particularly since there was no indication of a
possible future marriage on the cards, leading to a strained lifestyle
which Eveline found laughable.
She knew that Liz had introduced Alex to her mother and they had gotten
on well so he must be a real charmer, because Liz's mum was as ascetic as
they came, and disapproved of Eveline's flamboyant attitude to life. And
Liz had said he was really handsome and kind and thoughtful, and that she
felt safe with him, so he must be quite a guy for Liz to feel so
comfortable around him. They had been living together almost since the
start, over a year ago now and Eveline found herself wishing she had met
him at some point so she could judge his character for herself. She
wanted to reassure Liz but without having spoken to Alex how could she
really? Liz wasn't stupid and would know Eveline was saying things would
be okay just for the sake of it.
"Have you asked him if there's anything wrong?" Liz sighed.
"No, I'm too afraid of the answer. Actually I don't think there's a
future for us long-term anyway because he doesn't seem to want children,
from what I can tell. But I really like him, and I don't want to go back
to being alone."
Eveline looked at her friend thinking. "Look Liz, whatever it is,
worrying isn't going to help. You can either go home and talk to him or
we can go out this weekend and have a good time and you can wait and see
what happens. I'll come with you for moral support if you want to talk to
him, I can wait in another room while you talk, or maybe we can go back
to yours just so I can meet him and see what I think of him..."
Liz smiled weakly. "It's okay. I'm probably just being paranoid. He's
been working really hard lately and he's probably just tired. Let's have
some fun and then maybe when I go home in a good mood it'll rub off on
him."
Eveline grinned. "Good choice. I suggest we go into town and spend some
money, we'll get you a nice posh frock and," but before she could finish
Liz was already objecting because she preferred being in her jeans.
"No can do, girly. I've got us tickets for a play at the Palace tonight
and we are not going in there on a Saturday night in jeans! Then when we
get back we'll get sloshed watching some soppy movie on TV until we flake
out. Okay?" Liz nodded bravely and Eveline went off to get dressed.
The two of them spent most of the morning in various clothes shops with
Eveline making a fuss of Liz, and demanding she try on various outfits
when usually Liz would just buy something and take it home to try on,
returning it later if it didn't fit. Eventually Liz settled on a
traditional little black dress that would be suitable for the theatre,
dining out and so on, and could even be worn to work if Liz had a
suitable jacket to cover the shoulders. Then she tried to force Liz into
accepting a pair of black stiletto heels that she had seen in the other
department, but they eventually compromised on a pair with much lower
heels, about one and a half inches. They walked around the shops arm in
arm, with their paper bags advertising their designer choices, chattering
about nothing in particular, and stopped for a coffee in a Starbucks,
Eveline insisting that Liz have a huge Danish pastry with her cappuccino
because she had skimped on breakfast. By mid-afternoon Liz had started to
genuinely cheer up and as Eveline drove them back to the apartment for
them to have something proper to eat and get dressed for the theatre, Liz
was happily talking about work, and the last off-beat holiday she had
been on to Thailand.
They went to the play and came out at about 10pm, discussing what they'd
thought of it. It had been a Harold Pinter adaptation which had been
quite funny in places, but thought-provoking too at the end, although the
choice of subject could have been better considering Liz's current state
of mind. It had focused on a married couple where the wife had had a
long-term affair with a friend, and the time-line had run backwards, the
play starting with them meeting up and reminiscing about a year after she
had finally told the friend they had to stop seeing each other, and
running backwards to the Christmas party to where they originally met.
But if Liz had thought anything untoward it hadn't shown and she hadn't
reacted.
When they got home Eveline opened a bottle of strong red wine and picked
up two glasses and they went into the living room and switched on the TV
and sat cross-legged next to each other on the huge fur rug in front of
the fire, eating Belgian chocolates straight from the box and giggling at
an old Steve Martin film they had walked in on half way through.
Soon Liz turned to Eveline and said, "So what about you then?"
Eveline looked back and said, "What do you mean?"
But Liz wouldn't be put off. She could tell from Eveline's manic
hyperactive manner during the day that something was going on, and she
kept digging until Eveline told her the details. Eveline said that she
had met someone she was having a very good time with, but that it was
very new and had only just started and they'd have to see how things
panned out.
"Have you slept with him?" demanded Liz.
"Liz!" exclaimed Eveline. Considering her shyness around the subject Liz
could certainly be forthright about how it featured in Eveline's own
life.
"I just don't want you to get infatuated and then end up getting hurt"
said Liz.
"Well I'll be honest. I think I am infatuated with him, but I really
don't think he's going to drop me anytime soon. And he already has a
girlfriend so right from the start we were both aware that it was a
purely for fun thing."
She could feel the disapproval coming off Liz in waves over the existing
girlfriend and lack of emotional commitment but from Eveline's point of
view, she herself wasn't really doing anything wrong. She felt she was a
free agent and that if Gerry chose to take chances with his relationship
that was his business. She wasn't out to make trouble for him. It took
two to tango and she hadn't forced him into it. Not in that way anyway,
she thought smirking. She may have sort of forced him into other things
later on though, she considered grinning.
Liz looked at her as though she could read her mind, "Honestly Eveline,
sometimes you're hopeless. If you were a bloke I'd say you need to keep
it in your pants" but she didn't really mean it, and she couldn't stay
cross at her friend for long. She had her way of doing things and Eveline
had hers. She knew they had to agree to differ on the subject, and
sometimes it was fun listening to Eveline's exploits, although sometimes
she also got a little embarrassed at the details.
"Besides," added Eveline, "I'm his boss so he'd better behave."
Liz groaned. "You're asking for trouble. I hope you know that."
Eveline giggled and told Liz to lighten up. After all it wasn't as if
she'd walked in and found them in bed together that morning was it?
Although that had happened once before a long time ago, and Liz had
teased her about being a nymphomaniac ever since. That was the only
problem with Liz having her own key. Still it was better that she did
keep it, she thought, just in case she did have trouble with this
boyfriend and needed somewhere to go for a few hours. That way it didn't
matter if Eveline was at work or out etc. Liz was the only person with a
key and the security guard downstairs knew her, so she was free to let
herself in whenever she needed to. Liz really was the only girl she'd
ever considered a real friend and Eveline always tried to look after her
because of it. She hugged her and linked arms with her again and together
they sat and watched the remainder of the film without further comment on
the subject, getting steadily tipsier as the night wore on.
The next day when they awoke Liz announced over breakfast that she'd had
a really good time the day before and that she felt it had done her good
to get drunk and let her hair down. Eveline smiled across the breakfast
bar at her as she munched her way through a bowl of muesli. Looking out
of the window she saw it was a clear and frosty morning and she asked Liz
if she wanted to go hunting around the car boot sales. It was a standing
competition between them that one day one of them would buy something for
50p that turned out to be worth hundreds of pounds. It was a leftover
from college life when they had shared a flat and had to buy second hand
furniture, because they couldn't afford brand new. Wrapping up to keep
warm the pair of them set out randomly, going to some of the places where
they knew such sales would be on, and stopping at some antique shops too,
to browse in a knowledgeable manner even though really neither of them
had a clue what they were looking at most of the time.
They stopped in a pizza hut for dinner, Liz's choice, but Eveline was
happy to oblige. It was a while since they had stuffed themselves on junk
food like this and as usual when she picked up the menu she could see at
least half a dozen starters and desserts that she fancied and couldn't
decide between, which made the pizza for the main course seem boring in
comparison. She said as much to Liz, and to her amazement Liz said,
"What's stopping us then? Let's go mad."
And so they ordered tandoori chicken wings, cheesy garlic bread, deep
fried mushrooms with barbecue dips, potato skins with various fillings
and spare ribs. And then they ordered chocolate fudgecake, strawberry
cheesecake, toffee apple pie, and bowls of ice-cream, and tried not to
giggle at the look of bemusement on the waiters face as he wrote it all
down. They laughed openly after he had walked off and he turned around to
look back at them suspiciously, causing them to collapse against the
table with giggles.
After they had eaten, a spoonful of this, that and the other in no
particular order, like someone tasting a little of each dish in a cookery
competition, they paid and walked out. Looking at her watch, Liz remarked
that it was almost 4pm and that she'd like to go back to the apartment to
pick up her stuff and then go home for an early night. Eveline agreed
that she could probably use the sleep after last night too and drove them
back. She offered to drive Liz to her own place in Wilmslow but Liz said
she'd like a quiet half hour alone to gather her thoughts and so Eveline
dropped her off at the nearby train station instead, driving back home
again thoughtfully. She hoped her friend was alright.
She had done her best to cheer her up, since she seemed a little
melancholy, and in truth had had a really good time herself too, but she
knew Liz would probably go back to worrying when she got home. Well,
there was nothing she could do except be there if she wanted to talk, her
worrying as well wouldn't help Liz. She sighed, and parked the car, going
straight up to her apartment. Time to clean up the mess she thought as
she entered, picking up the wine glasses and empty bottles on the way to
the kitchen. An hour later everything was tidy again, and Eveline took a
quick bath and settled down for the rest of the night to watch repeats on
TV, before finally going to bed at 10 'o' clock.
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