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A parcel arrived for L, a large tattered box covered with foreign stamps, and since Brett and Justine had driven off to town together, I took it across to him myself. I hadnโt set foot over there in all this time, and hadnโt seen L alone since that first morning when we had stood by the prow of the boat and talked. Itโs hard to say exactly what I felt, Jeffers, except that there was a numb kind of disappointment inside me for which I could find no justifiable cause. Perhaps it was simply that although L and Brett had been with us for three weeks or so by then, we had absorbed their arrival without feeling any increase from it. Brett sailed gaily on the surface, while L had sunk like a stone into deep waters. I couldnโt really have said what was wrong, or expounded on my disappointment and the expectations it had come from โ we were used to such visits taking all kinds of unpredicted forms โ and all I could think was that it somehow came back to the question of gratitude that had arisen right at the start, in that first conversation with L. I had never, I supposed, come across such a flagrant case of ingratitude as his, and what I remembered was that he had offered gratitude in the very first words he spoke to me and that I had spurned his offer.
The box was really quite an awkward and heavy thing to haul up the rise through the glade. The door to the second place stood open in the sun, and at the threshold I stopped and put the box down just inside and paused to get my breath back. From there I had a view of the windows that ran across the front of the big room, and I couldnโt stop myself from crying out:
โMy curtains!โ
The curtains had vanished โ just the bare poles remained! At the sound of my voice L, whom I hadnโt even noticed sitting with his back to me in the far corner of the room, turned around. He was hunched on a wooden stool, wearing a great paint-stained apron, with a canvas on an easel in front of him. He had no brush or other implement in his hand: as far as I could tell, he had simply been sitting staring at it.
โWe took them down,โ he said. โThey got in the way. Theyโre quite safe,โ he added, and then said something under his breath which sounded like my curtains, uttered in an unpleasant mocking tone.
The canvas in front of him was a muddy, indistinct ground with ghostly escarpment shapes cascading down into its centre. It was very faint, as if it was only just beginning to emerge, so it was difficult to decipher much about it except that its mountainous shapes bore no relation to what could be seen through the bare windows.
โThat came for you,โ I said, pointing at the box.
His expression lifted at the sight of it, and the light in his eyes came on.
โThank you,โ he said. โIt must have been heavy to carry.โ
โIโm not a weakling,โ I said.
โBut youโre very slight,โ he said. โYou could have hurt your back.โ
It may just have been the quiet and indistinct way he spoke, or it may have been my difficulty in accepting commentary on my person, but the instant he made that remark about my size I became unsure that he had said it at all โ and remain unsure to this day! It was so characteristic of him, Jeffers, this blurring of the interface of what I can only call the here and now. Things became formless and impalpable, almost abstract, where normally they would sharpen into focus. Being with him in a particular time and place was the very opposite of being with other people: it was as if everything had either already happened or was going to happen afterwards.
โSomeone had to bring it,โ I said.
โIโm sorry,โ he said. โThatโs inconvenient for you.โ
We stood and stared at one another, and if thereโs one thing Iโve learned from Tony it is a certain stamina for a contest of that kind. But in the end I was ready to admit defeat, and I started to say that I was going back to the house, when at exactly the same moment he said:
โWonโt you sit down?โ
He offered a stool next to his, but I went and sat in the old ladder-back chair beside the empty fire instead, a piece of furniture I have held on to throughout my adult life and that for reasons I have forgotten I had chosen to put there, in the second place. Perhaps it had reminded me too much of the life before Tony, and therefore didnโt seem to belong in our home: whatever the reason, I was comforted to encounter it again that day, and to remember that it had existed before all of the things that were happening now, and would continue to exist in the future.
โWe call that the electric chair,โ L said. โThe shape is uncannily similar.โ
โIโll have it taken away if you like,โ I said coldly.
โDonโt be silly,โ he said. โI was only teasing.โ
Unmoved, I sat there and took my first good look at L. How can I describe him to you, Jeffers? Itโs so hard to say how people appear, once youโve come to know them โ far easier to say what itโs like to be near them! When the east wind blows on the marsh it makes everything feel very cool and contrary, even in the warmest weather โ well, L was something of an east wind, and like that wind he fixed himself to the spot and settled in to blow. Another thing about him was
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