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<strong>High</strong> <strong>Fidelity</strong><br />
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Page 54 of 112<br />
6/20/2006<br />
We go to a bar near her work—not a pub, a bar, with pictures of baseball players on the wall, and a<br />
food menu chalked up on a noticeboard, and a conspicuous lack of hand-pumps, and people in suits<br />
drinking American beer from the bottle. It’s not crowded, and we sit in a booth near the back on our<br />
own.<br />
And then she’s straight in with the “So, how are you” as if I’m nobody very much. I mumble<br />
something, and I know that I’m not going to be able to control it, I’m going to come too quickly, then<br />
it’s, bang, “Have you slept with him yet” and it’s all over.<br />
“Is that why you wanted to see me”<br />
“I guess.”<br />
“Oh, Rob.”<br />
I just want to ask the question again, straightaway; I want an answer, I don’t want “Oh, Rob,” and a<br />
pitying stare.<br />
“What do you want me to say”<br />
“I want you to say that you haven’t, and for your answer to be the truth.”<br />
“I can’t do that.” She can’t look at me when she’s saying it, either.<br />
She starts to say something else, but I don’t hear it; I’m out in the street, pushing through all those<br />
suits and raincoats, angry and sick and on my way home to some more loud, angry records that will<br />
make me feel better.<br />
The next morning the guy who bought the Sid James Experience album comes in to exchange it. He<br />
says it’s not what he thought it was.<br />
“What did you think it was” I ask him.<br />
“I don’t know,” he says. “Something else.” He shrugs, and looks at the three of us in turn. We are all<br />
staring at him, crushed, aghast; he looks embarrassed.<br />
“Have you listened to all of it” Barry asks.<br />
“I took it off halfway through the second side. Didn’t like it.”<br />
“Go home and try it again,” Barry says desperately. “It’ll grow on you. It’s a grower.”<br />
The guy shakes his head helplessly. He’s made up his mind. He chooses a secondhand Madness CD,<br />
and I put the Sid James Experience back in the rack.<br />
Laura calls in the afternoon.<br />
“You must have known it would happen,” she says. “You couldn’t have been entirely unprepared.<br />
Like you said, I’ve been living with the guy. We were bound to get around to it sometime.” She gives a<br />
nervous and, to my way of thinking, highly inappropriate laugh.<br />
“And, anyway, I keep trying to tell you, that’s not really the point, is it The point is, we got ourselves<br />
into an awful mess.”<br />
I want to hang up, but people only hang up to get called back again, and why should Laura call me<br />
back No reason at all.<br />
“Are you still there What are you thinking”<br />
I’m thinking: I’ve had a bath with this person (just one, years ago, but, you know, a bath’s a bath), and<br />
I’m already beginning to find it hard to remember what she looks like. I’m thinking: I wish this stage<br />
were over, and we could go on to the next stage, the stage where you look in the paper and see that Scent<br />
of a Woman is on TV, and you say to yourself, Oh, I saw that with Laura. I’m thinking: am I supposed<br />
to fight, and what do I fight with, and whom am I fighting<br />
“Nothing.”<br />
“We can meet for another drink if you like. So I can explain better. I owe you that much.”<br />
That much.<br />
“How much would be too much”<br />
“Sorry”<br />
“Nothing. Look, I’vegot to go. I work too, you know.”<br />
“Will you call me”