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“Back to Max,” ha detto.
“Torna a Max.”
“Sa di noi?”
“Lui non vuole sapere.”
Improvvisamente la sua voce era piena di disprezzo.
“E ‘un uomo senza spina dorsale. E gli altri? Cleave deve essere
scalare il muro sanguinosa!”
Lei fu sorpresa da questo sfogo. Da pigrizia sonnolenta aveva
improvvisamente impennato ery con risentimento e disprezzo. Si inginocchiò
accanto a lui, baciare il viso e il collo, accarezzandogli la testa,
mormorando parole di conforto. Scosse la testa, scosse o il suo
irritazione, e calmato. Era improvvisamente disposto a lasciare il suo
partire. Doveva sapere quando sarebbe tornata. Ha detto che ha bisogno di lei.
Si sdraiò accanto a lui e lo prese tra le braccia. Aveva
mai conosciuto simile prima, l’aveva visto quasi da
l’inizio come il fuorilegge, l’artista, con un sorriso, senza paura, passionale,
gratuito. Ora capiva la forma della sua vita deve prendere: frequenti
viaggi a Londra su pretesti che suscitare alcun sospetto. Lei
non importava come dicult questo stava per essere.
Non ero sorpreso da questa vulnerabilità improvvisa. uomini Jealous
sono intrinsecamente debole. Essi sono Terried di essere abbandonato.
Nonostante le sue proteste è venuto con lei quando ha lasciato. Lui aveva
riacquistato il suo buon umore e non c’era più dramma. aggrappati
strettamente tra di loro hanno camminato fino alla più vicina strada trafficata,
dove attese di fumare sulla soglia di un pub, mentre lei
agged un taxi. Il caldo era meno opprimente ora. Lei guardò
lui attraverso il lunotto posteriore della cabina mentre usciva dalla
porta, gettò via la sigaretta, e si voltò in direzione della
fiume di nuovo. Indossava giacca di Max lino, si rese conto, e
anche i pantaloni, cinched stretto intorno alla vita con una stretta
cintura di pelle. Ha fatto il suo sorriso ogni volta che pensava di esso.
Il prossimo Venerdì Nick la incontrò di nuovo e ora lo vedeva come il suo
alleato, il suo go-tra. Lui la portò al magazzino, e questo
tempo notò il nome della strada, era Horsey Street. Come
salì le scale fino al loft che era a malapena a conoscenza del

 

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“Back to Max,” he said.
“Back to Max.”
“Does he know about us?”
“He doesn’t want to know.”
Suddenly his voice was full of contempt.
“He’s a spineless man. What about the others? Cleave must be
climbing the bloody wall!”
She was startled by this outburst. From sleepy indolence he had
suddenly reared up ery with resentment and scorn. She knelt
beside him, kissing his face and his neck, stroking his head,
murmuring words of comfort. He shook his head, shook o his
irritation, and calmed down. He was suddenly unwilling to let her
go. He had to know when she’d be back. He said he needed her.
She lay down beside him and took him in her arms. She had
never known him like this before, she had seen him almost from
the start as the outlaw, the artist, grinning, fearless, passionate,
free. Now she understood the shape her life must take: frequent
trips to London on pretexts that would arouse no suspicion. She
didn’t care how dicult this was going to be.
I was not surprised by this sudden vulnerability. Jealous men
are inherently weak. They are terried of being abandoned.
Despite her protests he came with her when she left. He had
regained his good temper and there was no more drama. Clinging
tightly to each other they walked up to the nearest busy street,
where he waited smoking in the doorway of a pub while she
agged a cab. The heat was less oppressive now. She watched
him through the rear window of the cab as he emerged from the
doorway, threw away his cigarette, and turned in toward the
river again. He was wearing Max’s linen jacket, she realized, and
also his trousers, cinched tight around his waist with a narrow
leather belt. It made her smile whenever she thought of it.
The next Friday Nick met her again and now she saw him as her
ally, her go-between. He drove her to the warehouse, and this
time she noticed the name of the street, it was Horsey Street. As
she climbed the staircase to the loft she was barely aware of the

 

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“Emuva Max,” esho.
“Emuva Max.”
“Ingabe uyazi ngathi?”
“Akafuni ukwazi.”
Kungazelelwe nezwi lakhe egcwele ngokwedelela.
“Muhle umuntu spineless. Kuthiwani abanye? Cleave kumele kube
ukugibela udonga igazi! ”
Wathuswa lokhu kokubheduka. Kusukela kuvilapha ukuwozela ayenakho
ngokungazelelwe wamisa kuphoceka nge intukuthelo futhi babahleka usulu. yena waguqa
eceleni kwakhe, ukuqabulana ubuso bakhe nentamo yakhe, kuwukuziphulula ikhanda lakhe,
ukukhononda amazwi enduduzo. Wanikina ikhanda lakhe, wanikina o akhe
ukucasuka esehlise umoya. Wayengumuntu ngokuzumayo angafuni makahlale
hamba. Wayefanele azi lapho yena uyokhanda emuva. Watshela inkantolo wathi wayedlula kudingeka wakhe.
Walala phansi eceleni kwakhe futhi yamthatha izingalo zakhe. yena kwakufanele
bamazi kuye kanje ngaphambi, wayebone kuye cishe kusukela
ekuqaleni njengoba Outlaw, umculi, obusinekayo, zinesibindi, inkanuko,
khulula. Manje uyawuqonda ukuma ukuphila kwakhe kumelwe athathe: njalo
Uhambo eLondon ku pretexts ukuthi ngabe ukuvusa akayisolanga. yena
weyengenandaba kanjani dicult lokhu kwakuzoba.
Bengingakhulumi kusimangaze lokhu sengozini okungazelelwe. amadoda nomona
kukhona olubuthakathaka. Basuke terried ka inyumbazana.
Naphezu imibhikisho wakhe wafika naye waba lapho eshiya. Ubenayo
waphinde waba ezinhle zakhe intukuthelo futhi kwakungekho idrama ngaphezulu. ukunamathela
siqinise nomunye bahamba kuze kufinyelele emgwaqweni eliseduze umatasa,
lapho alinda ukubhema emnyango a inkantini ngesikhathi
agged cab. Ukushisa kade lingaphansi ezicindezelayo manje. yabuka
kuye ngefasitela ezingemuva cab njengoba iphuma
emnyango, bazilahla usikilidi wakhe, waphendula e bubheke
emfuleni futhi. Wayegqoke ijakhethi nelineni kaMax, waqaphela, futhi
futhi ibhulukwe lakhe, cinched laqina okhalweni lwakhe nge ewumngcingo
lesikhumba ibhande. Kungenze wakhe ukumamatheka noma nini lapho ngiyicabange.
Ngakusasa ngoLwesihlanu Nick ngihlangane naye ngelinye ilanga futhi manje embona njengoba wakhe
sizana wakhe go-phakathi. Wayeshayela wakhe kuya ishede, futhi lokhu
isikhathi wabona igama lomgwaqo, kwaba Horsey Street. njengoba
yena wagibela phezu ezitebhisini kuya Loft eseneminyaka ngokulambisa uyaziqaphela

 

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“Terug na Max,” het hy gesê.
“Terug na Max.”
“Weet hy oor ons?”
“Hy wil nie hê om te weet.”
Skielik sy stem was vol minagting.
“Hy is ‘n ruggraatlose man. Wat van die ander? Kleef moet wees
klim die bloedige muur! ”
Sy het geskrik deur hierdie uitbarsting. Van slaperig traagheid het hy
skielik opgerig ing met wrok en spot. sy kniel
langs hom, soen sy gesig en sy nek, streel sy kop,
murmurering woorde van troos. Hy skud sy kop, geskud o sy
irritasie, en bedaar. Hy was skielik onwillig om haar te laat
gaan. Hy moes gewaar het toe sy terug sou wees. Hy het gesê hy haar nodig.
Sy gaan lê langs hom en het hom in haar arms. Sy het
hom nooit bekend soos hierdie voor, sy het hom byna uit gesien
die begin as die skelm, die kunstenaar, glimlag, vreeslose, passievol,
vry. Nou is sy verstaan ​​die vorm haar lewe moet neem: gereelde
reise na Londen op verskoning dat geen vermoede sou wek. sy
het nie omgegee hoe dicult dit gaan wees.
Ek is nie verbaas oor die skielike kwesbaarheid. jaloers mans
inherent swak. Hulle is terried van die steek gelaat.
Ten spyte van haar protes het hy met haar toe sy weg is. Hy het
weer sy goeie humeur en daar was geen drama meer. vasklou
styf aan mekaar hulle geloop tot by die naaste besige straat,
waar hy gewag rook in die poort van ‘n kroeg, terwyl sy
agged ‘n taxi. Die hitte was nou minder onderdrukkende. sy kyk
hom deur die venster van die taxi agter as hy na vore gekom uit die
poort, weggegooi sy sigaret, en draai in die rigting van die
weer rivier. Hy was geklee in Max se linne baadjie, besef sy, en
ook sy broek, cinched styf om sy middellyf met ‘n smal
leergordel. Dit het haar laat glimlag wanneer sy gedink dit.
Die volgende Vrydag Nick ontmoet haar weer en nou sien sy hom as haar
bondgenoot, haar gaan tussenin. Hy het haar na die pakhuis, en hierdie
tyd het sy opgemerk die naam van die straat, was dit Horsey Street. soos
Sy klim die trap na die solder sy skaars bewus van die was

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