donât know.â
âWeâre very close.â
âWell,â said Howard, restraining himself, âyouâre very lucky.â
âItâs about trying ,â said Michael keenly â the topic seemed to animate him. âItâs like, if you put the effort in. And I spose my mumâs always been at home, which makes a lot of difference, I think. Having the mother figure and all that. Nurturing. Itâs like a Caribbean ideal â a lot of people lose sight of it.â
âRight,â said Howard, and walked another two streets â past an ice-cream scoop of a Hindu temple and down an avenue of awful bungalows â imagining knocking this young manâs head against a tree.
The lamps were lit on every street now. Howard began to be able to make out the Queenâs Park to which Michael had referred. It was nothing like the groomed royal parks in the centre of town. Just a small village green with a colourful spot-lit Victorian bandstand at its centre.
âMichael â can I say something?â
Michael said nothing.
âLook, I donât mean in any way to offend anyone in your family, and I can see we agree basically anyway â I canât see the point in arguing over it. Really we need to put our heads together and just think of . . . well, I suppose, some way , some means of convincing both of them, you know â that this is a bloody insane idea â I mean, thatâs the key thing, no?â
âLook, man,â said Michael tersely, quickening his step, âIâm not an intellectual, right? Iâm not involved in whatever the argument is regarding my father. Iâm a forgiving Christian, and as far as Iâm concerned whatever is between you and him doesnât change the way we feel about Jerome â heâs a good kid, man, and thatâs the main thing â so thereâs no argument.â
âYes â of course, of course, of course , no oneâs saying thereâs an argument â Iâm just saying, and Iâm hoping your father will appreciate this, that Jeromeâs really too young â and heâs younger than he actually is â emotionally heâs much younger, completely inexperienced â much more so than you probably realize ââ
âSorry â am I being stupid â what are you trying to say?â
Howard took a deep, artificial breath. âI think theyâre both much, much too young to get married, Michael, I really do. Thatâs it, in a nutshell. Iâm not old-fashioned, but I do think, by any measure â â
âMarriage?â said Michael, stopping where he was, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose an inch. âWhoâs getting married? Whatâre you chatting about?â
âJerome. And Victoria â sorry . . . I thought that surely ââ
Michael arranged his jaw in a new way. âAre we talking about my sister?â
âYes â sorry â Jerome and Victoria â who are you talking about? Wait â what?â
Michael let out a loud single-burst laugh, and then came closer to Howardâs face with his own, seeking some sign of jest. When none came, he took off his glasses and slowly rubbed them against his scarf.
âI donât know where you got that idea, yeah, but just seriously, like, remove it, because it just isnât even . . . Phew!â he said, breathing out heavily, shaking his head and replacing his glasses. âI mean, I like Jerome, heâs fine, yeah? But I think my family wouldnât really . . . feel safe thinking of Victoria getting involved with somebody who was so far outside of . . .â Howard watched Michael openly search for a euphemism. âWell, things we think are important, right? Thatâs just not the plan right now, sorry. Youâve got the wrong end of something there, mate, but whatever it is, I
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