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CHAPTER 22-The Last Night Across The Hall
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Staying with him CHAPTER 47-The Weighing
It was not a clean week. She would not pretend,afterward, that the two of them sat calmly onopposite sides of a decision and applied logic to ituntil an answer came out. That was not what it was.What it was was a week of low persistent tension thatlived in the flat like a presence, sitting at the table withthem, accompanying each of them separately on thetube, surfacing in small frictions that were never quiteabout what they appeared to be about.On Tuesday he came home from training with theagent voice on him, the particular set of his face shehad learned to read the way she read her clients, theclosed quality, the thing being managed behind theordinary surface. She stood in the kitchen doorwayand looked at him and did not pretend not to see it.Tell me what is on the phone call, she said.He set his bag down. They want an answer in twoweeks. The agent thinks I am stalling. He used aphrase. He said, no offence to your wife, but you donot turn down a club like this for
Staying with him CHAPTER 46- The Conversation They Should Have Had
They had it four days later, on a Saturday morning, atthe kitchen table, with the offer printed out and lyingface up between them on the wood.She had asked to see it on the Wednesday. He hadgone to the drawer, the same drawer he had taken theenvelope from on the second of January and put it inand said nothing, and he had taken the papers outwithout hesitating, which was itself a repair ofsomething, the no-hesitation, the not-guarding itanymore. She had read it that night alone while hewas in the shower, sitting on the edge of the bed,reading the whole of it the way she read a difficultcase, slowly, without reacting until she had all of it.It was more than she had imagined.She had known it was serious. She had heard threeyears and a city and I do not know how to tell her Imight be asking her to give up her whole life, and shehad understood from those fragments that it was real.But she had not known the number, and the numbersat in her chest in a complicated way that ha
Staying with him CHAPTER 45- The Breaking
She let herself in with her own key and he was in the living room in the dark.No lamp. No television. No music. Just him in the armchair by the window with the streetlight coming in grey and low through the glass, and the flat so quiet around him that she could hear the city outside doing its ordinary Thursday evening thing, completely indifferent to the fact that the two of them had spent five days not talking in it.He looked up when the door went. He did not stand up. He was watching her the way he watched things that mattered, completely, with his whole weight, and she stood in the doorway of her own flat with her key still in her hand and did not look away from it.You came back, he said. Carefully. Like the wrong answer was still possible.I cancelled two clients, she said. In four years I have not cancelled two clients in the same week. She came all the way in and put her bag down and her key in the bowl and she did not take her coat off yet, because taking her coat off meant
Staying with him CHAPTER 44- What Marcus Said
On the third day Marcus called her, which she had notknown was possible, because she had never given theman her number.Damien gave it me, Marcus said, before she couldask. Months ago. In case. He did not say in case ofwhat and I did not ask. He is funny like that. Heprepares for the thing he is most afraid of and thenrefuses to name it. He always has.How is he, Olivia said, and hated how fast it came outof her.Bad, Marcus said, with the bluntness of a man whohad no use for cushioning. He trained this morninglike he wanted to break something. The managerpulled him after forty minutes. He is sitting in a flatbeing very calm and very still and it is the worst I haveseen him since the year after the girl died. He paused.You know about the girl.Amara. Yes.Then you know what he does, Marcus said. He goesinside and he locks it and he calls it coping. He did itfor a year after her. Took me eight months to get a fullsentence out of him. He turned a corner eventually,but h
Staying with him CHAPTER 43-The First Day
She went to work the next morning because she didnot know what else to do with her body, and she wasbad at it for the first time in years.She sat across from a woman who had been comingto her for eight months and she lost the thread twicein fifty minutes, came back to the room to find thewoman watching her with mild concern, the patientchecking on the doctor, which was the worst thingthat could happen in that chair and which Olivia hadbuilt her entire professional life around preventing.She got through it. She always got through it. But shewalked the woman to the door at the end and stood inthe empty room afterward with her hand still on thelatch and understood that she had given that hour tosomeone and not actually been in it.She had not texted him. He had not texted her. Thephone sat in her bag through every session, a smalldead weight she was aware of the way you are awareof a bruise, and at lunch she took it out and looked atthe blank screen of it and put it bac
Staying with him CHAPTER 42-What He Did Not Tell Her
How long, she said again, because he had notanswered, because he was standing in the middle oftheir kitchen with the careful, total stillness of a manwatching the precise thing he had spent three monthsmanaging arrive in the single worst way it could have.Since January, he said. There was an enquiry inJanuary. That was the letter. It turned into a real offerabout a month ago. A formal one.A month, she said.About a month. Yes.She nodded slowly. She was aware, with a horribleclarity, that she was doing the thing, the calm thing,the level voice, the temperature dropping. And shewas aware that he knew she was doing it, that he hadlearned her well enough by now to find the level voicemore frightening than any amount of shouting, that hewould have given anything in that moment for her toraise her voice.You told me, she said. In the dark. Two weeks ago.You said, I will tell you when there is something real totell you. A month ago there was something real to tellme, Damie
Staying with him CHAPTER 20:The Conversation They Almost Didn't Have
It was raining on the Saturday she finally said something about thelease.Not dramatically raining — the committed, grey, London varietythat came without thunder or spectacle and simply got on with things.She had been on the sofa since mid-morning with a book she wasmostly reading and a coffee
Staying with him CHAPTER 19:The Match
She had not meant to become a person who went to football matches.There was nothing wrong with football matches, philosophically.She simply had not had cause to attend one in thirty years of livingand the idea of sitting in a cold stadium with twenty thousand peoplewatching eleven people run af
Staying with him CHAPTER 18:December
December arrived the way it always did in London — not with snow,nothing that cinematic, just a drop in temperature that meant businessand the particular grey of a sky that had given up pretending it mightclear.She started keeping a spare set of work clothes at his place.Not a big thing. Pract
Staying with him CHAPTER 16:The Routine of it
A week passed and then another and she stopped counting.That was how she knew something had genuinely shifted — notthe feeling itself, which had been there long before she admitted it,but the absence of the part of her that kept track. She had spentmonths monitoring this thing between them. Ch
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