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made an incredulous face. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am. I know it’s a cheesy thing to say, but it does.”
She was not sure what to do, but she could hardly leave him standing in the hall. “Come in. You can’t stand out there all night.”
He followed her in. “I was driving past,” he said. “And I thought I’d drop in. Did you get my messages? I left them on your mobile. Three. Maybe four. You should turn it on some time.”
She winced. “I haven’t checked my messages for days. I know I should. Sorry.”
He looked at her reproachfully. “You haven’t been in touch for ages. I had to go off to Frankfurt for … I forget, about six days. But I did try to contact you.”
They were standing in the flat now and Tom was looking towards the living room, where she and James had been sitting. Tom had noticed the light coming from there. “The others?” he asked. “Dee and what’s-her-name?”
“Just me,” said Caroline. “And a friend. He’s still here.”
The effect of her words was immediate; she saw Tom become tense.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she said. “Come and meet him. He’s on the course with me.”
She was relieved that James was still there. She had intended that things should fizzle out with Tom, and they had been drifting apart, but she had not taken the final step. I should have spoken to him before this, she thought. It’s always messy if things are left hanging in the air.
They went into the living room. James had picked up another magazine and was flicking through it—one of Dee’s vitamin magazines, Caroline noticed. He looked up when she came in with Tom.
“James,” she said. “This is Tom. I don’t think you’ve met.” She was certain that they had not encountered one another before this; what she was less certain about was whether James would remember who Tom was.
Tom stepped forward and the two men shook hands. She noticed James flinch at Tom’s grip. The two had completely different handshakes, James’s being artistic and Tom’s being somewhat firmer. She almost smiled at the sight; the handshakes, she thought, said it all.
“So,” said Tom. “Busy?”
“How about coffee?” said Caroline. “James and I were about to—”
“About to what?” Tom interjected.
“About to have coffee. Would you like some?”
He nodded. “All right. Thanks.”
He and James sat down while Caroline moved off to the kitchen. This is not good, she said to herself. And once in the kitchen, which gave off the living room, she stood near the door while the kettle boiled, listening to what was being said.
“So you’re doing the same course? You and Caroline.”
“Yes,” James replied. “It’s a great course.”
“Mostly women?”
There was a brief silence. “Mostly, I suppose. Mind you, look at most courses these days. I know somebody who’s a medical student and she says that most of the people in her year are women.”
“Oh. Well.”
The silence returned. Then Tom spoke again. “Known Caroline long?”
“Just this year. On the course.”
“I see.”
Silence.
Tom cleared his throat with the air of one about to announce something portentous. “You know that she and I are quite close? You know that?”
In the kitchen, Caroline froze.
James sounded quite calm. “Yes, I did actually. Or used to be. I thought that you and she …”
“What?”
“I was about to say that I thought that you and she were … were drifting apart.”
“Who told you that? Caroline?”
James began to flounder. “Well …”
“Well, whatever Caroline may have told you, the fact is that she and I have been seeing one another for ages. Get it?”
“Listen, this has got nothing to do with me. Caroline just said that she—”
Tom cut him short. “Actually, I shouldn’t really be worried. It doesn’t seem to me that she’s your type. Know what I mean?”
For a few moments nothing was said. Then, “No, I don’t know what you mean. Maybe you could explain.”
“I mean you don’t look the type to me … to be all that interested. Sorry, I don’t want to get personal, but you just don’t.”
Caroline decided that this was the point at which she would have to intervene. With the kettle almost boiling, she came out of the kitchen and caught Tom’s eye. “Tom, could I have a word in the kitchen, if you don’t mind?”
Tom got up, smirking. He crossed the room and went into the kitchen, closing the door behind him. “Yes?”
Caroline spoke through clenched teeth. “Give me one reason, just one, why I shouldn’t throw you out right now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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