had to be several hundred vinyl albums below the different elements of the stereo system, CDs in profusion above.
The smell of dope hung, faint but sweet, upon the air.
Summers lowered himself into one of the chairs and motioned for Elder to do the same. The bass beat from the speakers was repetitive and insistent.
'Get you anything?' Summers asked. 'Coffee, anything?'
'You think you could turn the music down a little?'
'Sure.' Summers pressed the remote on the arm of his chair.
'I want to talk to Katherine,' Elder said.
'That's up to her.'
'I've come a long way.'
'Cornwall, isn't it?'
'Yes,' Elder said, surprised that he knew, that she had bothered to tell him.
'Your choice, wasn't it?'
'Look.' Elder leaned forward. 'You can see the state she's in.'
'State?'
'You know what I mean.'
'I'm not sure I do.'
'Those people in the Square…'
'What about them?'
Elder shook his head.
'They look out for her,' Summers said. 'Leave her alone.'
'And you?'
Summers pushed himself up from his chair. 'Back in a minute, okay? I'll see what she says.'
Alone in the room, Elder looked around. White Stripes. Four Tet.
The People's Music.
Diane di Prima. Ginsberg. Dylan.
Drop City.
Neil Young. Several copies of the same pale green booklet on top of a stack of magazines.
Scar: Poems by Rob Summers.
Elder lifted one clear and flicked through the pages.
the snap of his cuff
a blade's edge
brilliant threads
vermilion wings
sweat coils
slow and sure
violet rope
around your neck
face blinded
I brace my back
against a sudden
blaze of light
'You read poetry?' Summers said, coming back into the room.
Elder let the booklet fall closed on his lap. 'No, not really.'
Summers sat back down.
'You write a lot?' Elder asked.
'A lot?' Summers smiled. 'I don't know about that. But yes, when I can. Poetry mostly. The occasional short story.'
'And you can earn a living doing that?'
'I wish.'
'What do you do?'
Summers smiled again. He smiled a lot. 'Teach, what else? Class at the university. Adult Ed. Bits and pieces here and there.'
'I do want to talk to Katherine,' Elder said. 'Then I'll
go.'
'She knows you're here. It's up to her.'
'If you asked her,' Elder said.
Smiling, Summers shook his head. 'That's not the way it works.'
'Rob,' Katherine said from the doorway, 'it's all right.' How long she had been standing there, Elder wasn't sure.
'You want me to stay?' Summers asked her.
'No, it's all right.' Her face was pale, tiredness darkening her eyes.
Summers touched Katherine lightly as he went past.
Elder waited for her to come and sit down, but instead she walked to the window and opened the curtains enough to be able to look out. The music came to an end, and voices could be heard, faint and indistinct, through the neighbouring wall. In the kitchen, Rob Summers was washing pots, putting them away.
'I'm sorry,' Elder said finally.
'What for?' He had to strain to make out the words.
'Whatever I've done to make you this upset. Angry.'
When she turned to look at him there were tears he hadn't anticipated on her face.
'I don't know what you expect from me,' Elder said. 'I don't know what you expect me to do.'
'Nothing.'
'You're hurting yourself, you must realise that.'
Slowly, Katherine shook her head. 'You saved me. From Keach. After he did all that stuff to me. He was going to kill me and you saved me.'
'Yes.'
'And now you wish you hadn't.'
'That's ridiculous.'
'Is it?'
'Yes.'
'You don't like me like this.'
Elder paused. 'No. No, of course I don't.'
'You want me to be like I was before.'
'Yes.'
She slid her hands across her face. 'Dad, I'm never going to be like I was before.'
How long he sat there he wasn't sure. Summers didn't reappear. Katherine left the room and then returned and the next thing he was standing beside her at the front door.
'You'll be careful,' he said.
'Yes, of course.' A smile fading in her eyes, she seemed young again, young and old beyond her years. You're
The smell of dope hung, faint but sweet, upon the air.
Summers lowered himself into one of the chairs and motioned for Elder to do the same. The bass beat from the speakers was repetitive and insistent.
'Get you anything?' Summers asked. 'Coffee, anything?'
'You think you could turn the music down a little?'
'Sure.' Summers pressed the remote on the arm of his chair.
'I want to talk to Katherine,' Elder said.
'That's up to her.'
'I've come a long way.'
'Cornwall, isn't it?'
'Yes,' Elder said, surprised that he knew, that she had bothered to tell him.
'Your choice, wasn't it?'
'Look.' Elder leaned forward. 'You can see the state she's in.'
'State?'
'You know what I mean.'
'I'm not sure I do.'
'Those people in the Square…'
'What about them?'
Elder shook his head.
'They look out for her,' Summers said. 'Leave her alone.'
'And you?'
Summers pushed himself up from his chair. 'Back in a minute, okay? I'll see what she says.'
Alone in the room, Elder looked around. White Stripes. Four Tet.
The People's Music.
Diane di Prima. Ginsberg. Dylan.
Drop City.
Neil Young. Several copies of the same pale green booklet on top of a stack of magazines.
Scar: Poems by Rob Summers.
Elder lifted one clear and flicked through the pages.
the snap of his cuff
a blade's edge
brilliant threads
vermilion wings
sweat coils
slow and sure
violet rope
around your neck
face blinded
I brace my back
against a sudden
blaze of light
'You read poetry?' Summers said, coming back into the room.
Elder let the booklet fall closed on his lap. 'No, not really.'
Summers sat back down.
'You write a lot?' Elder asked.
'A lot?' Summers smiled. 'I don't know about that. But yes, when I can. Poetry mostly. The occasional short story.'
'And you can earn a living doing that?'
'I wish.'
'What do you do?'
Summers smiled again. He smiled a lot. 'Teach, what else? Class at the university. Adult Ed. Bits and pieces here and there.'
'I do want to talk to Katherine,' Elder said. 'Then I'll
go.'
'She knows you're here. It's up to her.'
'If you asked her,' Elder said.
Smiling, Summers shook his head. 'That's not the way it works.'
'Rob,' Katherine said from the doorway, 'it's all right.' How long she had been standing there, Elder wasn't sure.
'You want me to stay?' Summers asked her.
'No, it's all right.' Her face was pale, tiredness darkening her eyes.
Summers touched Katherine lightly as he went past.
Elder waited for her to come and sit down, but instead she walked to the window and opened the curtains enough to be able to look out. The music came to an end, and voices could be heard, faint and indistinct, through the neighbouring wall. In the kitchen, Rob Summers was washing pots, putting them away.
'I'm sorry,' Elder said finally.
'What for?' He had to strain to make out the words.
'Whatever I've done to make you this upset. Angry.'
When she turned to look at him there were tears he hadn't anticipated on her face.
'I don't know what you expect from me,' Elder said. 'I don't know what you expect me to do.'
'Nothing.'
'You're hurting yourself, you must realise that.'
Slowly, Katherine shook her head. 'You saved me. From Keach. After he did all that stuff to me. He was going to kill me and you saved me.'
'Yes.'
'And now you wish you hadn't.'
'That's ridiculous.'
'Is it?'
'Yes.'
'You don't like me like this.'
Elder paused. 'No. No, of course I don't.'
'You want me to be like I was before.'
'Yes.'
She slid her hands across her face. 'Dad, I'm never going to be like I was before.'
How long he sat there he wasn't sure. Summers didn't reappear. Katherine left the room and then returned and the next thing he was standing beside her at the front door.
'You'll be careful,' he said.
'Yes, of course.' A smile fading in her eyes, she seemed young again, young and old beyond her years. You're
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