Fragment 43 /Midsummer /Terce /Wed, 23 Dec 1998
As he passes through the courtyard, Gary looks in the direction of Mae’s salon. He stops and after a moment’s hesitation moves towards the shop with a swagger in his gait. She sees him coming from through the salon window and moves to stall him at the door, not wanting him to enter her workspace.
“What do you want?”
“Oh, I just thought I’ll come and get my haircut before going to work.”
“You haven’t got the time.”
He carries on regardless. “You know, to look sharp for your father’s banquet tomorrow.”
He laughs at the disgust on her face.
“Me and your father have become real close now that you’re out the way. You are coming right?”
“You’ve got a cheek coming here, what with the little miss I’m-a-nice-Christian-girl you’re shagging just above us. I don’t know which offends me more. That you left me. Or that you chose her as a replacement. And to think I once thought you had pearls for your eyes.”
“There’s no need to be so brutal. She was just a stopgap to another end. It’s over anyway. I’m shagging the girl I’ve always dreamed of doing now, and I feel like a million bucks. Finally, I’m getting into the control seat.”
She simply looks flabbergasted at him. “Just get!” She throws her arm out to point him away, her voice, low and tremulous with both anger and tears. He looks at her with a mirth in his face, but turns and goes.
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