sandwich - would allow him to dwell on these thoughts more clearly.
Pooh had been patient. Without doing the slightest bit of damage and only once letting his bird bowels loose, he'd spent hours watching Cadan paint radiators from his perch on a series of shower-curtain rods. He, too, was owed some R & R, and he probably wouldn't say no to a bite of sandwich.
Cadan hadn't brought one from home, so that was a bit of a problem. But he could solve it with a quick trip for takeaway from Toes on the Nose. Now that his stomach had returned to its normal condition, tuna and sweet corn on brown bread sounded good to him, with crisps on the side and a Coke.
First, he needed to move his painting supplies to the next room up for radiator refreshment, something he accomplished quickly. He headed for the stairway - forgoing the groaning old lift that, frankly, gave him the willies - and shared with Pooh what was coming next.
He said, -Toes on the Nose, and behave yourself. No swearing in front of the ladies."
-Which ladies are you talking about?"
The question came from behind him. Cadan swung about. Santo Kerne's mother had appeared from out of nowhere, like a spirit materialising directly through the wainscoting. She was coming towards him soundlessly on the new carpet runner. She wore black once again but now it was relieved at her throat by a billowy red scarf that exactly matched the red of her shoes.
Those shoes reminded Cadan, ridiculously, of a description he'd heard once of The Wizard of Oz: the story of two old birds fighting over a pair of red shoes. He smiled unconsciously at the thought. Dellen returned the smile.
-You didn't ask him not to swear in front of me." She had a throaty voice, like a blues singer.
He said stupidly, -What?"
-Your bird. When we were first introduced. You didn't tell him not to swear in my presence. I wonder how I'm to take that, Cadan. Am I not a lady?"
He hadn't the first clue how to reply, so he chuckled lamely. He waited for her to pass him in the corridor. She didn't do so. He said, -Going to lunch."
She looked at her watch. -Rather late for that, isn't it?"
-I wasn't hungry earlier."
-And are you now? Hungry, that is?"
-Bit. Yeah."
-Good. Come with me."
She went towards the stairs but she didn't descend. Instead she headed upwards, and when he didn't follow at once, she turned. -Come with me, Cadan," she told him. -I don't bite. There's a kitchen above and I'll sort something out for you up there."
-Oh. S'okay," he said. -I was going to walk over to Toes - "
-Don't be silly. This will be quicker and you won't have to pay for it." She smiled wistfully.
-Not in money, that is. In companionship. I'd like someone to talk to."
-P'rhaps Kerra - "
-She's out. My husband's disappeared. Alan is closeted with his telephone. Come with me, Cadan." Her eyes clouded when he didn't move. -You need to eat and I need to talk. We can be of service to each other." When he still didn't move because he couldn't come up with a way to get himself out of the situation, she added, -I'm the boss's wife. I think you've no choice but to humour me."
He gave a two-chuckle laugh, feeling no amusement. There seemed nothing for it but to follow her up the stairs.
They went up to what seemed to be the family's flat. It was a good-size space that was modestly furnished in what had once been called Danish modern but now was Danish retro. She led him through a sitting room and into a kitchen, where she pointed to the table and told him to sit. She turned on a radio that sat on the spotless white work top, and she fiddled with the knob till she had a station that she seemed to prefer. It featured dance music of the ballroom type. She said,
-That's nice, isn't it?" and kept the volume low. -Now." She put her hands on her hips. -What do you fancy, Cadan?"
It was just the sort of question one saw in films: a Mrs. Robinson question while poor Benjamin was caught up still thinking about plastics. And Dellen Kerne was a Mrs. Robinson type, no doubt about that. She was, admittedly, a bit gone to seed, but it was a voluptuous gone to seed.
She had the kind of curves one didn't see in younger women