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‘I wanted you here so I could tell you how much I’ve been thinking about you. Night and day, Gentle.’

      ‘I’m sure I don’t deserve that.’

      ‘My subconscious thinks you do,’ Taylor replied. ‘And, while we’re being honest, the rest of me too. You don’t look as if you’re getting enough sleep, Gentle.’

      ‘I’ve been working, that’s all.’

      ‘Painting?’

      ‘Some of the time. Looking for inspiration, you know.’ ‘I’ve got a confession to make,’ Taylor said. ‘But first, you’ve got to promise you won’t be angry with me.’ ‘What have you done?’

      ‘I told Judy about the night we got together,’ Taylor said. He stared at Gentle as if expecting there to be some eruption. When there was none, he went on, ‘I know it was no big deal to you,’ he said. ‘But it’s been on my mind a lot. You don’t mind, do you?’

      Gentle shrugged. ‘I’m sure it didn’t come as any big surprise to her.’

      Taylor turned his hand palm up on the sheet, and Gentle took it. There was no power in Taylor’s fingers, but he closed them round Gentle’s hand with what little strength he had. His grip was cold.

      ‘You’re shaking,’ Taylor said.

      ‘I haven’t eaten in a while,’ Gentle said.

      ‘You should keep your strength up. You’re a busy man.’

      ‘Sometimes I need to float a little bit,’ Gentle replied.

      Taylor smiled, and there in his wasted features was a phantom glimpse of the beauty he’d had. ‘Oh yes,’ he said. ‘I float all the time. I’ve been all over the room. I’ve even been outside the window, looking in at myself. That’s the way it’ll be when I go, Gentle. I’ll float off, only that one time I won’t come back. I know Clem’s going to miss me - we’ve had half a life together - but you and Judy will be kind to him, won’t you? Make him understand how things are if you can. Tell him how I floated off. He doesn’t want to hear me talk that way, but you understand.’

      ‘I’m not sure I do.’

      ‘You’re an artist,’ he said.

      ‘I’m a faker.’

      ‘Not in my dreams, you’re not. In my dreams you want to heal me, and you know what I say? I tell you I don’t want to get well. I say I want to be out in the light.’

      ‘That sounds like a good place to be,’ Gentle said. ‘Maybe I’ll join you.’

      ‘Are things so bad? Tell me. I want to hear.’

      ‘My whole life’s fucked, Tay.’

      ‘You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’re a good man.’

      ‘You said we wouldn’t tell lies.’

      That’s no lie. You are. You just need someone to remind you once in a while. Everybody does. Otherwise we slip back into the mud, you know?’

      Gentle took tighter hold of Taylor’s hand. There was so much in him he had neither the form nor the comprehension to express. Here was Taylor pouring out his heart about love and dreams and how it was going to be when he died, and what did he, Gentle, have by way of contribution? At best, confusion and forgetfulness. Which of them was the sicker then, he found himself thinking. Taylor, who was frail but able to speak his heart? Or himself, whole but silent? Determined he wouldn’t part from this man without attempting to share something of what had happened to him, he fumbled for some words of explanation.

      ‘I think I found somebody,’ he said. ‘Somebody to help me … remember myself.’

      ‘That’s good.’

      ‘I’m not sure,’ he said, his voice gossamer. ‘I’ve seen some things in the last few weeks, Tay … things I didn’t want to believe until I had no choice. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy.’

      ‘Tell me …’

      ‘There was someone in New York who tried to kill Jude.’

      ‘I know. She told me about it. What about him?’ His eyes widened. ‘Is this the somebody?’ he said.

      ‘It’s not a he.’

      ‘I thought Judy said it was a man.’ ‘It’s not a man,’ Gentle said. ‘It’s not a woman, either. It’s not even human, Tay.’ ‘What is it then?’

      ‘Wonderful,’ he said. He hadn’t dared use a word like that, even to himself. But anything less was a lie, and lies weren’t welcome here. ‘I told you I was going crazy. But I swear if you had seen the way it changed … it was like nothing on earth.’

      ‘And where is it now?’

      ‘I think it’s dead,’ Gentle replied. ‘I wasted too long to find it. I tried to forget I’d ever set eyes on it. I was afraid of what it was stirring up in me. And then when that didn’t work I tried to paint it out of my system. But it wouldn’t go. Of course it wouldn’t go. It was part of me by that time. And then when I finally went to find it … I was too late.’

      ‘Are you sure?’ Taylor said. Knots of discomfort had appeared on his face as Gentle talked, and were tightening.

      ‘Are you all right?’

      ‘Yes, yes,’ he said. ‘I want to hear the rest.’

      ‘There’s nothing else to hear. Maybe Pie’s out there somewhere, but I don’t know where.’

      ‘Is that why you want to float? Are you hoping - ’ he stopped, his breathing suddenly turning into gasps. ‘You know, maybe you should fetch Clem,’ he said.

      ‘Of course.’

      Gentle went to the door, but before he reached it Taylor said:

      ‘You’ve got to understand, Gentle. Whatever the mystery is, you’ve got to see it for us both.’

      With his hand on the door, and ample reason to beat a hasty retreat, Gentle knew that he could still choose silence over a reply; could take his leave of the ancient without accepting the quest. But that if he answered, and took it, he was bound.

      ‘I’m going to understand,’ he said, meeting Taylor’s despairing gaze. ‘We both are. I swear.’

      Taylor managed to smile in response, but it was fleeting. Gentle opened the door and headed out on to the landing. Clem was waiting.

      ‘He needs you,’ Gentle said.

      Clem stepped inside and closed the bedroom door. Feeling suddenly exiled, Gentle headed downstairs. Jude was sitting at the kitchen table, playing with a piece of rock.

      ‘How is he?’ she wanted to know.

      ‘Not good,’ Gentle said. ‘Clem’s gone in to look after him.’

      ‘Do you want some tea?’

      ‘No thanks. What I really need’s some fresh air. I think I’ll take a walk around the block.’

      There was a fine drizzle falling when he stepped outside, which was welcome after the suffocating heat of the sickroom. He knew the neighbourhood scarcely at all, so he decided to stay close to the house, but his distraction soon got the better of that plan and he wandered aimlessly, lost in thought and the maze of streets. There was a freshness in the wind that made him sigh for escape. This was no place to solve mysteries. After the turn of the year everybody would be stepping up to a new round of resolutions and ambitions, plotting their futures like well-oiled farces. He wanted none of it.

      As he began the trek back to the house he remembered that Jude had asked him to pick up milk and cigarettes on his

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