I have to, ahm, do this for myself, you know?â Her hand making small contrapuntal squeezes at his while she spoke. âTerryâs better to me than you think. You have to believe me about that and try and be civil.â The boat kicking merrily under them for a playful moment, then pressing on.
Heâd rushed into the promise, âI will.â One he couldnât keep. âI will. Iâm sorry. Iâve been getting anxious.â Inside a pocket of his coat there was the flinch of his phone as it gathered a text, the small noise that warned him of incoming communications. Becky glowered at the interruption and he blurted, âIâm not answering. I wonât. Iâll turn it off, even ⦠if you want.â
âDo what you like.â She undoubtedly knew this would always drive Jon to do what she would like. âDad, I donât need the lectures about women.â
âNo. I realise. Itâs presumptuous. I simply ⦠The only country in the world where thereâs a majority of women in a parliament is Rwanda. Rwanda. Thatâs when women get power, real power â if the men are either dead or in prison. Convicted genocidaires. A high percentage.â
âCould we not talk about genocide.â
âSorry.â
âItâs not that I donât get it. And I care. And I made a donation to that place you said I should.â
âDid you?â Turning to look at her and realising that his expression would be this dreadful, fond open smile, this doting that probably seemed absurd both to observers and Rebecca. âTheyâre good people. The money goes where it should. If you can afford it.â
âI gave them fifty quid â itâs not going to render me homeless. Can we just sit and enjoy this and then have lunch. Not on the boat and not in the hotel â somewhere we can relax. Iâll buy you lunch.â
âNo, I should.â
âYou paid for the holiday.â
âAnd the depressing hotel.â
âAnd the depressing hotel. Do you understand that I hate it when youâre sad and that I would rather you werenât and when you volunteer for it â what am I meant to do?â
âNothing. You donât ⦠I donât expect â¦â Having to stare down at this nesting of hands at his knee â hers and his â rather than face her and become ⦠something else she would hate because it would look like sadness, when mostly he got wet-eyed over good fortune rather than injuries and his good fortune was her and that was the issue currently in play. âPlease letâs, yes, pick somewhere for lunch and have a nice meal before the plane and then ⦠I really did, I really have, I really have enjoyed this time. I appreciate it.â Nodding and breathing raggedly.
And sheâd kissed him underneath his left ear, softly clumsy like a girl and this had torn his last level of restraint and made him sniff. And he was nodding and grinning and uneven in his heartwhile sheâd released his hand â it was cold once she was as gone as gone â and sheâd worked her arm in behind him, hugged his waist, and leaned her head snug to his shoulder. Berlin had progressed outside in blinks and smudges and heâd kept nodding and nodding while Rebecca fitted herself to him until they were comfortable.
Heâd let his cheek drift over and away from her, find the glass and settle. And his daughter was wonderful and that was something very plain, along with how remarkable it was that two wrong parents had produced the beginnings of such a person, given her enough to build upon.
And his daughter rode a bicycle to work â cycled in London â which was reckless of her, crazy of her, and yet unpreventable.
And any slighting references to cyclists became, therefore, provocations that outstripped his ability to express outrage â