Friend of My Youth
Friend of My Youth
Friend of My Youth
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“We never had visitors. We were too far o the beaten track,” Miss Dobie said rmly.<br />
“I lived at home with Mother and Father and then I lived with Mother and then I lived<br />
alone. I gave up on the sheep and went to work in town. I worked at the post <strong>of</strong>fice.”<br />
“That’s right, she did,” Antoinette said thoughtfully, handing round the wine.<br />
“But I never lived in town,” Miss Dobie said, with an obscure, vengeful-sounding<br />
pride. “No. I rode in every day, all that way on the motorbike.”<br />
“Jack mentioned your motorbike,” Hazel said, to encourage her.<br />
“I lived in the old house then. Terrible people live there now.”<br />
She held out her glass for more wine.<br />
“Jack used to borrow your motorbike,” Hazel said. “And he went fishing with you, and<br />
when you cleaned the fish, the dogs ate the fish heads.”<br />
“Ugh,” Antoinette said.<br />
“I’m thankful I can’t see it from here,” Miss Dobie said.<br />
“The house,” Antoinette explained, in a regretful undertone. “The couple that live in it<br />
are not married. They have xed it up but they are not married.” And, as if naturally<br />
reminded, she said to Judy, “How is Tania”<br />
“She’s ne,” said Judy, who was not having any wine. She lifted the plate <strong>of</strong> fruitcake<br />
and set it down. “She goes to kindergarten now.”<br />
“She goes on the bus,” Miss Dobie said. “The bus comes and picks her up right at the<br />
door.”<br />
“Isn’t that nice,” Antoinette said.<br />
“And it brings her back,” Miss Dobie continued impressively. “It brings her back right<br />
to the door.”<br />
“Jack said you had a dog that ate porridge,” Hazel said. “And that one time he<br />
borrowed your shoes. I mean Jack did. <strong>My</strong> husband.”<br />
Miss Dobie seemed to brood over this for a little while. Then she said, “Tania has the<br />
red hair.”<br />
“She has her mother’s hair,” Antoinette said. “And her mother’s brown eyes. She is<br />
Judy all over again.”<br />
“She is illegitimate,” Miss Dobie said, with the air <strong>of</strong> somebody sweeping aside a good<br />
deal <strong>of</strong> nonsense. “But Judy brings her up well. Judy is a good worker. I am glad to see<br />
that they have a home. It is the innocent ones, anyway, that get caught.”<br />
Hazel thought that this would nish Judy o completely, send her running to the<br />
kitchen. Instead, she seemed to come to a decision. She got up and handed around the<br />
cake. The ush had never left her face or her neck or the part <strong>of</strong> her chest left bare by<br />
the party dress. Her skin was burning as if she had been slapped, and her expression, as<br />
she bent to each <strong>of</strong> them with the plate, was that <strong>of</strong> a child who was furiously, bitterly,<br />
contemptuously holding back a howl. Miss Dobie spoke to Hazel. She said, “Can you say<br />
any recitations”<br />
Hazel had to think for a moment to remember what a recitation was. Then she said<br />
that she could not.<br />
“I will say one, if you like,” Miss Dobie said.<br />
She put down her empty glass and straightened her shoulders and placed her feet