The Spider Truces Part 28

Denny and Jed had never met but they spoke often and liked each other.

"Can I ask you something Jed?"

"Sure, Mr O. Fire away."

"Has my son had many girlfriends? Relations.h.i.+ps, I mean. Good ones?"

Jed hesitated. "You've caught me off guard there."

"You'll tell me if it's none of my business."

"Well, he's definitely not gay, and there's a few females in this town who could testify to that, if you know what I'm saying."

"I think I can crack your code."

"But, relations.h.i.+p ... I don't know. Ellis seems happier not getting too involved."

"I fear I haven't offered my son much guidance on the subject of love."

"I shouldn't sweat," Jed said. "It's not like sons are really into accepting guidance from their dads anyhow. But, you know, if you're brought up by a single man you're not going to know much about men and women being together, are you?"

Denny wandered into the orchard for a smoke. He laughed at himself. There was nothing as frightening as a young person shooting from the hip. Change was trickling into his life whether he liked it or not. His wife's death had always felt to him the most recent event in his life but, lately, for the first time in fifteen years, it seemed a long way away. The years that had pa.s.sed since she left were finally amounting to distance.

The phone rang again and Denny heard the pips of a call box and then his son's voice.

"If I invited you to come up to the Heron for a pint, would you consider it A, a genuine offer or B, an unsubtle attempt to get a lift home?"

"I'll have a Guinness. Unless this is C, an unsubtle effort to get me to come and buy you a drink because you're out of cash, in which case you'll have to wait for me."

"I've got cash."

"I'm on my way."

Denny found his drink waiting for him. "That," he said with measure, after his first sip, "is a decent pint of Guinness."

"Didn't know you drank the stuff," Ellis said, offering his dad a smoke.

"You should go to Ireland and try the real thing," Denny said.

"So should you," Ellis replied.

"I've been. A Guinness in Ireland is a pleasure indeed. Might take you there myself. I'll add it to my list."

"When did you go to Ireland?"

"In my youth, a number of times."

"First I've heard of it," Ellis said.

"You don't know the half of it," Denny said, and sipped again.

When their gla.s.ses were empty, they took Des Paine home.

Denny O'Rourke gazed at the snowdrops on the front lawn whilst the estate agent showed the cottage to a couple from Chiswick. The couple were in their early thirties, had two young children and hoped to have a third. They said the cottage was beautiful. They understood it must be a wrench to leave. Denny listened politely and smiled his handsome, disarming smile, oblivious of its qualities. He found himself picturing the wife from Chiswick naked. This was not something he usually did. But he was doing it now. They made love and she was sweet and warm. Embarra.s.sed, he went into the dining room, under the pretext of having to record something on the radio.

"It's difficult for him," Ellis explained.

Ellis had made a point of never using the fact that he had no mother for his own advantage. But now, consumed by the urge to touch this lovely older woman, he bent the rule by leaning forward and touching her forearm, as he added, "His wife died, you see."

And by not saying "my mum died" he felt he hadn't cheated too blatantly. The woman's eyes shone pale blue in sympathy.

The estate agent called at two o'clock with an offer. Denny rejected it and said that if they offered the asking price the cottage was theirs. At three o'clock, the agent rang and said he'd never sold a house so easily. Denny suggested he reduced his fee to reflect the fact. The agent laughed nervously.

"You said it would take months!" Ellis protested.

"I thought it would."

They drank a little that evening.

"Strangest thing happened today," Denny admitted, when the bottle was empty, "with the woman buying the house ..."

"Yeah?"

"Came into the dining room and kissed me." Denny was as shocked now as he had been then. "Kissed me on the cheek, squeezed my hand and said, 'Do take care.'"

Ellis was appalled. "Lucky sod! I fancied her rotten. I was thinking all manner of unsavoury things about her."

This alarmed Denny. If he was going to start having fantasies about naked women in his retirement that was one thing, but he didn't expect to be fantasising about the same women as his son.

Gary Bird opened the door to Ellis, revealing that he had grown to twice Ellis's width and weight. His neck was as thick as his head. He looked at Ellis blankly.

Ellis gave in. "h.e.l.lo, Gary."

Gary seemed not to be breathing.

"It's me, Ellis."

Gary raised his eyebrows in an unusual display of animation. "I know it is."

"Oh. Right. Long time no talk." Ellis struggled on.

"Seven years," Gary mumbled.

"Quite a long time considering we live ..." Ellis faltered, gesturing weakly to the cottage opposite. "I was a bit of a git to you as a kid." This was not the conversation Ellis had planned. "You probably think I still am."

"I wouldn't know."

"Anyway! That's not the point."

"What is?" Gary asked.

"I don't know if you're in work right now but we need someone to help us pack and s.h.i.+ft furniture all week."

"Right."

"You interested?"

"Yup." Gary remained lifeless.

"Oh, good."

"Two pound fifty an hour," Gary gushed.

"Fine. See you eight thirty."

"Nine," Gary muttered darkly.

"By the way, feel free to apologise for breaking my nose and smas.h.i.+ng my brain into my a.r.s.ehole seven years ago," Ellis said brightly, curious as to how Gary would react. He reacted by gently shutting the door.

Ellis woke to the sound of blackbirds fighting in the trees. After a week of working too relentlessly to think of time running out, and distracted by the bet he and Denny had made on whether or not Gary Bird would ever smile, the hollowness of his bedroom stripped bare reminded Ellis that today was the day.

"But we only just got here," he whispered.

The words floated upwards to the attic hatch and dislodged it. Soon after, he saw the first spider poke its head out.

"I thought you'd make an appearance." Ellis smiled.

The spider smiled back. It looked over its shoulder, nodded encouragingly, and another spider appeared.

"h.e.l.lo," said the second spider.

Ellis smiled at this spider too. The spiders launched themselves down on to the blanket that Ellis lay under, the strands of silk catching in the orange glow of first light as they twisted.

"Are you feeling sad?" one of the spiders asked.

Ellis welled up. "A little." He shut his eyes and felt the bridge of his nose and the back of his eyes burn with a threat of tears. "I'll miss you," he whispered.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a sea of spiders at the hatch and a mist of them descending on drag lines to the floor. They gathered around Ellis, tens of thousands of them. Enough, it seemed, to lift Ellis up and carry him away.

"Ellis," said one of the spiders, "we've watched you grow up and we're very proud of you."

Ellis smiled. "Thank you. Please look after yourselves when the new people move in. It's going to be a dangerous time."

"Goodbye, Ellis," they called out.

Ellis shut his eyes and allowed them time to disappear so that when he moved he wouldn't harm any of them.

"Goodbye," he whispered.

He regretted his shyness with people when it came to taking photographs. He had photographed the village from every angle but he had not found the courage to approach people for their portraits. Tomorrow would be too late. Tomorrow, he would be an outsider. Year by year, with no photographs to sustain them, the people would fade from his mind's eye without putting up a fight.

The family from Chiswick pulled up in the lane two hours early. Ellis and Denny peered out from Mafi's bedroom window as if they were under attack. After watching his son march down the driveway and invite the family in, Denny O'Rourke bent down to check himself in the three-way mirror of Mafi's dressing table and found himself staring at a blank wall.

When the moment of leaving came, Ellis defied his own resolution and went into every room of the cottage and tried to recall and wrap up all the years in his heart. It proved a futile and panic-stricken measure. His dad was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs and saw the distress on his son's face. He held Ellis's shoulders rigidly and steadied him.

"Come on," he murmured, "let's not mess it up now."

He forced a smile and Ellis did the same. They marched out of the cottage into the courtyard, where the young couple were trying to keep out of the way.

"Time's not a problem," the woman said. "We'll leave you alone for a few minutes and wait down by the lane."

"Nonsense!" Denny O'Rourke laughed, more loudly than he'd meant to. "We're not like that."

He handed the keys to the husband. "It's all yours."

The woman moved forward to embrace Denny but he thrust out a hand to parry her move and they shook hands formally. Ellis stole a glimpse of the shape of the woman's body as she turned and watched Denny walk away to his car. He shook the husband's hand.

"I hope you're very happy here," he said, as sensibly as he could.

He turned his back on the husband and smiled his most endearing, most vulnerable, most motherless smile at the wife and, hijacking the sympathy she felt for his dad, embraced her.

"Look after your father," she whispered.

Ellis sighed in her ear, feigned the onset of tears, and rested one hand lightly across the top of her b.u.t.tocks.

"I will," he whispered, and stroked her bottom once.

He marched away to the car. Denny was reversing down the drive before Ellis had shut the door. They pulled out into the lane and paused for a moment. Denny took a deep breath and turned to his son.

"Ready?" he asked him.

Ellis nodded. "Ready for everything."

As they pulled away, Gary Bird emerged from his parents' house and headed up the lane, without acknowledging the O'Rourkes. Ellis leant out of the window and called across to him.

"If you had smiled at me just once in the last week I'd have won the sodding ten pounds and split it with you, you miserable git!"

He pulled his head back inside and grinned at his dad.

"Let's get out of here," he said.

"Let's," his dad agreed.

And they were gone.

They went to a place where the night sky was orange and there were no stars. But it was available, and cheap to rent, and it was only for a short time, until Denny found the perfect place. The rented house sat in a large, directionless sprawl of modern houses on the edge of the town, which had no edge to it. A line of old walnut trees ran along the bottom of the garden and in the middle of them was a wooden gate leading into the last remaining field, a handkerchief-sized relic of open country. Tunnel vision, selective hearing and an optimistic disposition could give the false impression of being back in the village. Beyond the field, the houses and roads began again. One relentless hour northwards, they became London.

Within a month the walnut trees were green and their large leathery leaves fluttered in the breeze and their percussive sound veiled the drone of the motorway. Denny and Ellis looked at the orange glow that hid the stars from them and, for the first time, Ellis saw doubt impoverish his dad's features.