That was awkward yesterday, he said. About the girl at the airport.
I tried to give a cute, impartial smile, but his tone made it hard for me to breathe evenly. It sounded like he had been waiting for an opportunity to speak to me alone, and immediately I was in his confidence again.
Some girls just like married men, I said.
He laughed, I heard him. I kept my eyes closed and let the red shapes in my eyelids unfold themselves like kaleidoscopes.
I said I didn’t think that was true, he said.
Loyal of you.
I was afraid you’d think they were being serious.
You didn’t like her? I said.
Louisa? Oh, you know. She was nice. I didn’t dream about her at night.
Nick had definitely never told me that he dreamed about me at night, or even that he especially liked me. In terms of verbal declarations, ‘I didn’t dream about her at night’ was the first thing I could remember him saying that implied I had any special status to him at all.
So are you seeing anyone at the moment? he said.
I opened my eyes then. He wasn’t looking at me, he was inspecting a dandelion between his thumb and forefinger. He didn’t seem to be joking. I held my legs together very tightly.
Well, I was for a while, I said. But I’m afraid he ended it.
He twisted the flower stem back and forth, smiling a reluctant smile.
He did? Nick said. What was he thinking?
You know, I have no idea.
He looked at me and I was afraid of what expression my face was making.
I’m very happy you’re here, he said. It’s good to see you again.
I raised an eyebrow and then turned my face away. I could see Bobbi’s head dipping and rising in the silver water like a seal.
And I am sorry, he said.
I smiled mechanically, and said: oh, for hurting my feelings? Nick sighed as if placing down something heavy. He relaxed, I could feel his posture changing. I lay back and let the blades of grass touch my shoulders.
Sure, if you have any, he said.
Have you ever said one sincere thing in your life?
I said I was sorry, that was sincere. I tried to tell you how nice it is to see you again. What do you want? I could grovel but I don’t think you’re the kind of person it would appeal to.
How well do you think you know me? I said.
He gave me a look then, like he was finally dropping some long pretence. It was a good look, but I knew that he could practise it just as well as any of the others.
Well, I’d like to get to know you better, he said.
We saw that Bobbi was coming out of the water then, but I stayed lying in Nick’s shade, and he didn’t move his arm from where it nearly brushed my cheek. Bobbi came up the bank shivering and wringing her hair out. When she put her clothes back on her blouse soaked through on her skin until it was almost sheer. We looked up at her and asked how the water was and she said: so cold, it felt incredible.
On the way back in the car I rode in the front seat and Bobbi lay with her legs stretched out in the back. When Nick and I looked at one another we looked away quickly, but not quickly enough to stop us from smiling. From the back seat Bobbi said: what’s funny? But she asked only lazily, and didn’t press for an answer. I put a Joni Mitchell album in the CD player and looked out the window to feel the cool air on my face. It was early evening by the time we got back to the house.
*
That night Nick and I sat together at dinner. After the food was finished Melissa opened another bottle of wine and Nick leaned over to light my cigarette. When he shook the match out he placed his arm on the back of my chair quite casually. Nobody seemed to notice, actually it probably looked perfectly normal, but I found it impossible to concentrate while he was doing it. The others were talking about refugees. Evelyn kept saying: some of these people have degrees, these are doctors and professors we’re talking about. I had noticed before this tendency of people to emphasise the qualifications of refugees. Derek said: whatever about the others, imagine turning doctors away. It’s insane.
What does that mean? said Bobbi. Don’t let them in unless they’ve got a medical degree?
Evelyn said that wasn’t what Derek meant, and Derek interrupted Evelyn to say something about Western value systems and cultural relativism. Bobbi said that the universal right to asylum was a constituent part of the ‘Western value system’ if any such thing existed. She did the air quotes.
The naive dream of multiculturalism, Derek said. ?i?ek is very good on this. Borders do exist for a reason, you know.
You don’t know how right you are, said Bobbi. But I bet we disagree about what the reason is.