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<strong>le</strong>ss pain than she had feared and <strong>le</strong>ss p<strong>le</strong>asure than she had enjoyed on<br />
other occasions without penetration, whether by masturbating or under<br />
Joël’s hand and mouth; but it was probably a matter of time; <strong>le</strong>arning<br />
about their bodies would do the trick. They had agreed that, after her<br />
birthday party, fairly late in the night, Joël would pretend to <strong>le</strong>ave,<br />
only to return an hour or so later when the rest of the family was sound<br />
as<strong>le</strong>ep. Not that her parents or anyone else (Andrew had no right after<br />
all) would have objected to her receiving Joël in her room —her mother<br />
probably believed that they had been doing it for months. But it was out<br />
of a sense of modesty: she did not care for anyone to know how she was<br />
using her body, she wanted no approval, no parental consent. Neither<br />
Joël nor herself were used to having alcohol in any sizab<strong>le</strong> quantity, so<br />
that they were a bit tipsy with sangria, champagne and wine coo<strong>le</strong>r by<br />
the end of the party.<br />
Anyway, even as she dozed off in Joël’s arms, she was half conscious<br />
that a dream was beginning, one that she should take due note of<br />
and remember to tell someone. Where there was her bedroom window an<br />
old black and white TV set appeared, one of those small rounded screens<br />
you could see in American movies of the fifties. A man in a tuxedo was<br />
opening a white envelope and saying: “And now, the grand winner of<br />
our quiz this year is... Muriel Robinson !” There was a loud rumour of<br />
excitement in the audience. Muriel thought: “How lucky she is,” but<br />
the winner did not come forward to col<strong>le</strong>ct her prize, a trip round the<br />
world for two. She was in a very large cave with beautiful bright green<br />
ferns growing from cracks in the rocks and she could hear water trickling<br />
from the vault, but she did not get wet. A litt<strong>le</strong> girl, about seven or eight,<br />
with red stuff on both knees, was running toward her, calling out her<br />
name: “Muriel, Muriel, I have found it; there it is, come and see!” She<br />
followed the litt<strong>le</strong> girl who had a big bow in her long fair hair and another<br />
one, cherry-coloured satin, at the back of her flowery skirt. After a few<br />
minutes, they reached a bright wide opening in the stone wall. It was<br />
a large balcony with whitewashed balusters, from which you could see<br />
colourful fishing boats sailing away on the sea, peop<strong>le</strong> sunbathing on a<br />
vast sand beach lined with palm trees, and women in long white dresses<br />
holding their white sunshades, walking at a slow pace on the promenade.<br />
“My dear, said the man at her side, how do you like the Mediterranean?”<br />
She was really very impressed, because it was the first time, but all she<br />
could find to say was: “Let’s go back inside, p<strong>le</strong>ase.” This man was not<br />
Joël or her father, it was not right to be seen with him on the balcony,<br />
but in the lounge of his suite at the hotel, it was safe. He wore small<br />
round gold-rimmed eyeglasses and he had a litt<strong>le</strong> brown moustache, she<br />
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