who lived there .
Yeah, my grandmother.
This wasnât ⦠This may sound a little strange. The cat. Itâs not an orange cat, is it ?
An orange cat called Greg, yes. The cat my grandmother named after you. Thatâs the one. Heâs very nice normally. Just not a fan of the flea bath.
Who would be ?
So youâre saying that cutting me to ribbons would be the reasonable response of any orange Greg in the circumstances?
He laughs, though in a slightly unsettled way, as though I might be offering to flea-bathe him. We miss your grandmother round here. She was certainly a character .
Yeah.
She always used to bring biscuits. She made them herself. I always looked at her and thought thatâs what Iâd like to be like at ninety .
Yeah, me too. I thought that. There she was, ninetyone and still putting shit on me. Youâve got to respect that.
So, how do you get to be living in her house ?
Itâs a complicated set of circumstances. Well itâs not really. Itâs actually pretty simple. I was in a relationship. It ended. I had to live somewhere. I stayed with my parents but, you know.
Yeah, I do. I do know. I worked in England for a while and when I came back I stayed with mine for a few months. I hadnât lived with them for maybe ten years. It was very strange. Too strange. They ate dinner really early, and took an intense interest in my day .
Yeah. Thatâs it. Thatâs it, exactly. Theyâre great but theyâll drive you crazy. And you want to shake them and say, These things are just habits. They donât matter. You can get over this. People can eat dinner after dark. But you know they wouldnât understand. They think thereâs something really Bohemian about you because you donât want to eat till seven-thirty.
In the end you have to leave, donât you? Youâve got to get back to some place thatâs your own .
Yeah. Or in my case my grandmotherâs. But itâs fine now. Iâm settling in.
And the relationship ?
Itâs over. Thatâs been made clear to me. So now Iâve got to make it clear to me too, and then work out what happens next.
He says these things can be rough. Sometimes theyâre all you can think about and you can feel them weighing you down, but in the end you pull through, even if there are times when you donât expect to. We talk a bit more, probably until he decides Iâm safe, until he believes his feline namesake caused the harm that brought me here two nights ago. And he says that we could talk again, if I wanted. That I can come back if I notice Iâm not coming to terms with any of this and I want to talk to someone whoâs not part of the situation.
And right at this moment I realise that sometimes I still work on the assumption that Iâll be fine. That something will happen, or nothing will happen, and this will all lift from me and Iâll be fine.
I walk home up the hill. Right now I donât feel bad.
18
On Friday Deb asks me what plans Iâve got for the weekend and I tell her Iâm going to a thirtieth.
And she says, Fuck, thirty , slowly and breathily as though itâs almost inconceivable. Youâre not thirty are you Ricky ?
No. Iâve got nearly two years left to do all the âbefore Iâm thirtyâ things.
Thirty. I canât even imagine thirty .
You donât have to. It happens anyway. Itâs like that.
So what are you doing ?
Going out to dinner.
No, youâve got to do more than that .
Iâll give you the guyâs number if you want. You can call him and tell him heâs fucking up his only shot at a decent thirtieth.
I start working, start looking through this contract again and wading my way with some discomfort to a few things that might become ideas. My phone rings. Itâs Deb.
You know what Iâd do for my thirtieth, Ricky ?
What?
Iâd get one of those bouncy castles, one of those blow up ones