Page 156 of Where Do We Go From Here?
‘I don’t mind washing up. As long as tonight is like last night.’
‘Oh, sex for washing up, now, is it? I think that might actually be worse than being your charwoman.’
‘You didn’t seem to mind too much last night,’ Harry says, nudging her.
‘No…’ Wendy admits, softening her voice to indicate she’s no longer joking. ‘No, last night was lovely. But can we manage it without a joint? That’s the question.’
‘Course we can,’ Harry says.
‘I hope so. Because it definitely helped me relax.’
‘In that case, I have good news,’ Harry says. ‘Celine left me two more spliffs.’
‘She did not!’
‘Did, too.’
‘Scoring drugs off the kids?’ Wendy says. ‘I’m not sure how I feel about that.’
‘Well, don’t get addicted,’ Harry says. ‘Cos there’s no more where that came from.’
‘I think I’ll be OK. I’ve never craved a joint in my life. Cigarettes? Yes. Alcohol? Totally. But weed’s never really done it for me. Generally just sends me to sleep.’
‘Until last night.’
‘Indeed. Maybe it’s because she grows it. Maybe homegrown is different.’
Once they have drunk their tea, Wendy sticks a leg out before declaring it’s still too cold. ‘Let’s snooze for a bit,’ she says.
‘What do you want to do today, anyway?’
‘I don’t know,’ Wendy says. ‘Lazy morning and then a picnic somewhere? Maybe Antibes, or Nice, or Cannes?’
‘I take it you’ve visited them all?’
‘Well, Nice with Jill, and Antibes with Fiona. But I’ve never been to Cannes.’
‘Let’s do that one, then,’ Harry says. ‘You know, I completely forgot she was here.’
‘Jill?’
‘Yeah. You don’t seem to mention her much lately. I didn’t dare ask.’
‘No…’ Wendy says thoughtfully.
‘Did you fall out, or…?’
‘Not as such. It was just the drink thing, really.’
‘Yeah, Jill can certainly put it away.’
‘I went to see her in… April maybe? I think it was April, anyway. I was toying with the idea of inviting them to Todd’s wedding. I mean, I would have asked Todd first, obviously, but he really liked Jill when he was little, didn’t he?’
‘He was in love with Jill when he was about nine.’
‘But they were both pretty far gone. And it was only eleven in the morning.’
‘Ouch,’ Harry says.
