suddenly felt very weird. I didnât understand her at all. Iâd moreor less told her she couldnât trust me, but it hadnât made a blind bit of difference.
âYou know I was sick last night?â she began.
âYeah.â
âWell, I think I was suffering from narcotic poisoning.â She paused to see how I would react.
âI thought you were rat-arsed,â I said, frowning.
âIâd had a couple of drinks, but that wasnât it.â
âI donât like druggies,â I said, feeling even more upset.
âIâm not a druggy. Iâve never taken heroin before in my life. I want you to believe that.â She stopped and looked at me and I noticed that her eyes had black borders around the blue which made her look very deep and mysterious.
âDo you believe me?â
âAll right,â I said, because it seemed important.
âCalvin was Peter Pan,â she said, âand I was Tinkerbell.â
âWhat?â
âPeter Pan,â
she said. âYou know. The book by J. M. Barrie.â
âI can read books,â I said. I thought it was about time I checked on the dogs. It was awfully hot in the Static.
âDonât be like that,â she said.
âLike what?â
âCross,â she said. âI only meant that thereâs a passage in
Peter Pan
where Captain Hook poisons Peterâs medicine. Wendy leaves medicine for Peter in a spoon. Captain Hook puts poison in it. And Tinkerbell canât get Peter to believe itâs poison. So in order to show him she drinks the poison herself and nearly dies.â
âThatâs stupid,â I said.
âYes? Then I was stupid too.â
âI donât mean
youâre
stupid.â
She sighed. âWhat happened was that I found out Calvin was taking drugs. I found out last night because he put them in my bag. I expect he thought it was safer that way. Black guys are stopped and searched for no reason whereas white girls never are.â
I knew what she was talking about there and I felt better.
âWe had an awful row about it. I said he was destroying himself.He said it was only fools who couldnât control it. So I took some myself â just to show him. And also so that there would be less for him to take.â
âYou must be barking mad,â I told her.
âBut think about it,â she cried. âSee it from my point of view. I was so upset that he took smack. I thought if I took some heâd be upset for me too â that heâd look at what he was doing with different eyes.â
âAnd did he?â
âHe couldnât have cared less. And when I started to get ill on stage he came over and fired me.â
It was beginning to make sense to me now â what Iâd seen last night, and the way sheâd said he broke her heart. She had sacrificed herself for him and he had kicked her in the teeth. I felt quite sorry for her, but all the same she was an awful fool.
âYouâve got to promise me something,â I said.
âWhat?â
âThat youâll never do any of that shit again. Itâs a fuck-up. Itâs the stupidest fuck-up I know.â
âYes,â she said. âBut you see whatâs happened, donât you? Calvinâs drugs and Calvinâs syringe are in my handbag. And I canât get it back, and I canât go home.â
âYou donât have to draw me pictures,â I said. âI wonât kick you out, and I wonât dob on you. But you have to swear you wonât do that stuff again.â
âYou donât have to worry about that. It was revolting. It wasnât nice at all. It made me really sick and now itâs twenty-four hours later and I still donât feel right.â
âYou were lucky,â I told her. âYou might have liked it.â And that was that.
Chapter 11
The next day I took Goldie to Samâs Gym. After what she