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The ringing stopped. John, he said, as though he was going to be the subject of the conversation. Itโs Vashti, Cherriโs teacher? Donโt worry, nothing has happened. I feel we need to talk about Cherriโs confidence. Obstinance, he said. Confidence, I repeated. Maybe her mum would want to come along. She died when Cherri was five. Iโm so sorry. Is there anyone she might have for feminine guidance? I waited, cupping my mouth. Fiona, my wife. Of four years. But letโs say there are many ways in which a marriage can be over. Itโs hard to be on your own, I said, before he had to explain further. Youโre very supportive, Vashti. Sometimes the most potentially able students are the least self-assured, I replied. He murmured yes, maybe we could talk about that over dinner. I laughed, because I didnโt want him to think that I was naive. It would be deeply unprofessional of me, I said, thinking of how I had never been so compromised as to say those words before and how I might never be again.
The walls of Bonitaโs were mounted with muddy macros of flowers. Candles in dimpled red jars glowed on every table. The mid-tempo music was evocative of beaches and tropical weather, even though all I could see out of the big windows was the movement of the empty escalators. I was in Lakeside Thurrock, a giant shopping centre off the motorway. On the phone, John had said he liked its atmosphere โ and that it was nice to get out of Wakesea for the evening. But he looked flustered when he came in, despite being early. The wet wrinkled half-moons of his underarms slid into view as he took off his unscuffed leather jacket. He sat down and looked around. I like to see what the big boys are doing, he said. Who are the big boys? I asked. The big boys of franchising. Iโm in the franchising business, he said. Anyway, tell me about yourself.
The room went dark, light, dark as the candles flickered. I felt as though we were in a play and had to perform ourselves. Everything looked like a prop. I became nervous, the way I always did when anyone asked me to talk about my life. I had established facts about myself โ I was once a dancer, now a modern jazz instructor for children. I was nearly twenty-seven. He slapped the table, so the cutlery jumped. I thought about being an actor when I was your age. He said your age dismissively, as if he had beaten me to my age in a race. I can do great impressions, he said. I donโt watch television or the news, I said. You wonโt know who Iโm impersonating then, he said, raising his eyebrows.
I might go back to dancing, I said. He examined the bowl of guacamole near my plate. Youโve been at the school a long time, he said. Have you heard of YouTube? I asked him, my mind racing. I didnโt know anything about YouTube but it sounded impressive, like I was thinking big. We could film the girls dancing. Cultivate them as personalities. I just need to convince Barbara. The Tube, itโs on the computer, isnโt it? Iโm not a computer guy, he said. Anyway, I canโt really leave her, I said. Sheโs given me a lot of opportunities. She built the dance school from the ground up. I recited what I had written on the funding application earlier that year: Barbaraโs is the most successful touring dance school in the eastern region.
Iโm fascinated by you, he said. It was hard to explain to a self-made businessman that some of us got satisfaction from being needed in ways that didnโt always confer authority. If everyone put themselves first, weโd be doomed. What do you want? he asked. It was the way he said you, as though I had never thought about myself before.
We stood in the car park facing each other. Whatโs going on? I asked, because I had been telling myself not to ask. He moved forward, so I had to stare up at him. You intrigue me, he said. It seemed a strange thing to say after I had told him about myself. He wanted to pretend that he didnโt know what was happening between us. I knew that meant we would see each other again. But the only way I could be sure of what he was thinking was to make him think the same as me. I grabbed his neck, drew him closer. He began kissing back after a few seconds. Hoo, he said afterwards, I wasnโt expecting that. He looked at me sideways. It reminded me of how I had been told to look at goats in the petting zoo when I was younger, but I think he was trying to show me that he was shy or that it was his best angle.
Barbara seemed to know that something had changed. She called me to her office for a catch-up session. While I had never purposely kept anything from Barbara, I thought it best not to tell her about John. It was nice not to share something with my boss, as though I had a lurid piece of gossip about myself. He had called me the previous night. He spoke on the phone with a different voice and I pretended not to know
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