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<strong>High</strong> <strong>Fidelity</strong><br />
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Page 92 of 112<br />
6/20/2006<br />
“You used to care more about things like Solomon Burke than you do now,” I tell her. “When I first<br />
met you, and I made you that tape, you were really enthused. You said—and I quote—‘It was so good<br />
that it made you ashamed of your record collection.’ ”<br />
“Shameless, wasn’t I”<br />
“What does that mean”<br />
“Well, I fancied you. You were a DJ, and I thought you were groovy, and I didn’t have a boyfriend,<br />
and I wanted one.”<br />
“So you weren’t interested in the music at all”<br />
“Well, yes. A bit. And more so then than I am now. That’s life, though, isn’t it”<br />
“But you see … That’s all there is of me. There isn’t anything else. If you’ve lost interest in that,<br />
you’ve lost interest in everything. What’s the point of us”<br />
“You really believe that”<br />
“Yes. Look at me. Look at the flat. What else has it got, apart from records and CDs and tapes”<br />
“And do you like it that way”<br />
I shrug. “Not really.”<br />
“That’s the point of us. You have potential. I’m here to bring it out.”<br />
“Potential as what”<br />
“As a human being. You have all the basic ingredients. You’re really very likable, when you put your<br />
mind to it. You make people laugh, when you can be bothered, and you’re kind, and when you decide<br />
you like someone then that person feels as though she’s the center of the whole world, and that’s a very<br />
sexy feeling. It’s just that most of the time you can’t be bothered.”<br />
“No,” is all I can think of to say.<br />
“You just … you just don’t do anything. You get lost in your head, and you sit around thinking instead<br />
of getting on with something, and most of the time you think rubbish. You always seem to miss what’s<br />
really happening.”<br />
“This is the second Simply Red song on this tape. One’s unforgivable. Two’s a war crime. Can I fastforward”<br />
I fast-forward without waiting for a reply. I stop on some terrible post-Motown Diana Ross<br />
thing, and I groan. Laura plows on regardless.<br />
“Do you know that expression, ‘Time on his hands and himself on his mind’ That’s you.”<br />
“So what should I be doing”<br />
“I don’t know. Something. Working. Seeing people. Running a scout troop, or running a club even.<br />
Something more than waiting for life to change and keeping your options open. You’d keep your<br />
options open for the rest of your life, if you could. You’ll be lying on your deathbed, dying of some<br />
smoking-related disease, and you’ll be thinking, “Well, at least I’ve kept my options open. At least I<br />
never ended up doing something I couldn’t back out of.” And all the time you’re keeping your options<br />
open, you’re closing them off. You’re thirty-six and you don’t have children. So when are you going to<br />
have them When you’re forty Fifty Say you’re forty, and say your kid doesn’t want kids until he’s<br />
thirty-six. That means you’d have to live much longer than your allotted three-score years and ten just to<br />
catch so much as a glimpse of your grandchild. See how you’re denying yourself things”<br />
“So it all boils down to that.”<br />
“What”<br />
“Have kids or we split up. The oldest threat in the book.”<br />
“Fuck off, Rob. That’s not what I’m saying to you. I don’t care whether you want kids or not. I do, I<br />
know that, but I don’t know whether I want them with you, and I don’t know whether you want them at<br />
all. I’ve got to sort that out for myself. I’m just trying to wake you up. I’m just trying to show you that<br />
you’ve lived half your life, but for all you’ve got to show for it you might as well be nineteen, and I’m<br />
not talking about money or property or furniture.”<br />
I know she’s not. She’s talking about detail, clutter, the stuff that stops you floating away.<br />
“It’s easy for you to say that, isn’t it, Mzzzz. Hot Shot City Lawyer. It’s not my fault that the shop<br />
isn’t doing very well.”<br />
“Jesus Christ.” She changes gears with an impressive violence, and doesn’t speak to me for a while. I