I should explain why I got so bothered by Ruth saying what she did. Those early months at the Cottages had been a strange time in our friendship. We were quarrelling over all kinds of little things, but at the same time we were confiding1 in each other more than ever. In particular, we used to have these talks, the two of us, usually up in my room at the top of the Black Barn just before going to bed. You could say they were a sort of hangover from those talks in our dorm after lights out. Anyway, the thing was, however much we might have fallen out during the day, come bed-time, Ruth and I would still find ourselves sitting side by side on my mattress2, sipping3 our hot drinks, exchanging our deepest feelings about our new life like nothing had ever come between us. And what made these heart-to-hearts possible--you might even say what made the whole friendship possible during that time--was this understanding we had that anything we told each other during these moments would be treated with careful respect: that we'd honour confidences, and that no matter how much we rowed, we wouldn't use against each other anything we'd talked about during those sessions. Okay, this had never been spelt out exactly, but it was definitely, as I say, an understanding, and until the afternoon of the Daniel Deronda business, neither of us had come anywhere near breaching6 it. That was why, when Ruth said what she did about my not being slow making friends with certain veterans, I wasn't just cross. To me, it was a betrayal. Because there wasn't any doubt what she'd meant by it; she was referring to something I'd confided7 in her one night about me and sex.
As you'd expect, sex was different at the Cottages from how it had been at Hailsham. It was a lot more straightforward8--more "grown up." You didn't go around gossiping and giggling9 about who'd been doing it with whom. If you knew two students had had sex, you didn't immediately start speculating about whether they'd become a proper couple. And if a new couple did emerge one day, you didn't go around talking about it like it was a big event. You just accepted it quietly, and from then on, when you referred to one, you also referred to the other, as in "Chrissie and Rodney" or "Ruth and Tommy." When someone wanted sex with you, that too was much more straightforward. A boy would come up and ask if you wanted to spend the night in his room "for a change," something like that, it was no big deal. Sometimes it was because he was interested in becoming a couple with you; other times it was just for a one-nighter.
The atmosphere, like I say, was much more grown up. But when I look back, the sex at the Cottages seems a bit functional11. Maybe it was precisely12 because all the gossip and secrecy13 had gone. Or maybe it was because of the cold.
When I remember sex at the Cottages, I think about doing it in freezing rooms in the pitch dark, usually under a ton of blankets. And the blankets often weren't even blankets, but a really odd assortment--old curtains, even bits of carpet. Sometimes it got so cold you just had to pile anything you could over you, and if you were having sex at the bottom of it, it felt like a mountain of bedding was pounding at you, so that half the time you weren't sure if you were doing it with the boy or all that stuff.
Anyway, the point is, I'd had a few one-nighters shortly after getting to the Cottages. I hadn't planned it that way. My plan had been to take my time, maybe become part of a couple with someone I chose carefully. I'd never been in a couple before, and especially after watching Ruth and Tommy for a while, I was quite curious to give it a try for myself. As I say, that had been my plan, and when the one-nighters kept happening, it unsettled me a bit. That was why I'd decided14 to confide5 in Ruth that night.
It was in many ways a typical evening session for us. We'd brought up our mugs of tea, and we were sitting in my room, side by side on the mattress, our heads slightly stooped because of the rafters. We talked about the different boys at the Cottages, and whether any of them might be right for me. And Ruth had been at her best: encouraging, funny, tactful, wise. That's why I decided to tell her about the one-nighters. I told her how they'd happened without my really wanting them to; and how, even though we couldn't have babies from doing it, the sex had done funny things to my feelings, just as Miss Emily had warned. Then I said to her: "Ruth, I wanted to ask you. Do you ever get so you just really have to do it? With anybody almost?"
Ruth shrugged15, then said: "I'm in a couple. So if I want to do it, I just do it with Tommy."
"I suppose so. Maybe it's just me anyway. There might be something not quite right with me, down there. Because sometimes I just really, really need to do it."
"That's strange, Kathy." She fixed16 me with a concerned look, which made me feel all the more worried.
"So you don't ever get like that."
She shrugged again. "Not so as I'd do it with just anybody. What you're saying does sound a bit weird17, Kathy. But maybe it'll calm down after a while."
"Sometimes it won't be there for ages. Then it suddenly comes on. It was like that, the first time it happened. He started snogging me and I just wanted him to get off. Then suddenly it just came on, out of nowhere. I just really had to do it."
Ruth shook her head. "It does sound a bit weird. But it'll probably go away. It's probably just to do with the different food we're eating here."
She hadn't been a huge help, but she'd been sympathetic and I'd felt a little better about it all afterwards. That's why it was such a jolt18 to have Ruth suddenly bring it up the way she did in the middle of the argument we were having that afternoon in the field. Okay, there was probably no one to overhear us, but even so, there was something not at all right about what she'd done. In those first months at the Cottages, our friendship had stayed intact because, on my side at least, I'd had this notion there were two quite separate Ruths. There was one Ruth who was always trying to impress the veterans, who wouldn't hesitate to ignore me, Tommy, any of the others, if she thought we'd cramp19 her style. This was the Ruth I wasn't pleased with, the one I could see every day putting on airs and pretending--the Ruth who did the slap-on-the-elbow gesture. But the Ruth who sat beside me in my little attic20 room at the day's close, legs outstretched over the edge of my mattress, her steaming mug held in both her hands, that was the Ruth from Hailsham, and whatever had been happening during the day, I could just pick up with her where we'd left off the last time we'd sat together like that. And until that afternoon in the field, there'd been a definite understanding these two Ruths wouldn't merge10; that the one I confided in before bed was one I could absolutely trust. That's why when she said that, about my "not being slow making friends with at least some of the veterans," I got so upset. That's why I just picked up my book and walked off.
But when I think about it now, I can see things more from Ruth's viewpoint. I can see, for instance, how she might have felt I had been the one to first violate an understanding, and that her little dig had just been a retaliation21. This never occurred to me at the time, but I see now it's a possibility, and an explanation for what happened. After all, immediately before she made that remark, I'd been talking about the arm-slapping business. Now it's a bit hard to explain this, but some sort of understanding had definitely developed between the two of us about the way Ruth behaved in front of the veterans. Okay, she often bluffed22 and implied all sorts of things I knew weren't true. Sometimes, as I said, she did things to impress the veterans at our expense. But it seems to me Ruth believed, at some level, she was doing all this on behalf of us all. And my role, as her closest friend, was to give her silent support, as if I was in the front row of the audience when she was performing on stage. She was struggling to become someone else, and maybe felt the pressure more than the rest of us because, as I say, she'd somehow taken on the responsibility for all of us. In that case, then, the way I'd talked about her slap on the elbow thing could be seen as a betrayal, and she might well then have felt justified23 retaliating24 as she had. As I say, this explanation only occurred to me recently. At the time I didn't look at the larger picture or at my own part in it. I suppose, in general, I never appreciated in those days the sheer effort Ruth was making to move on, to grow up and leave Hailsham behind. Thinking about this now, I'm reminded of something she told me once, when I was caring for her in the recovery centre at Dover. We'd been sitting in her room, watching the sunset, as we so often did, enjoying the mineral water and biscuits I'd brought, and I'd been telling her how I still had most of my old Hailsham collection box safely stowed inside my pine chest in my bedsit. Then--I wasn't trying to lead onto anything, or make any kind of point--I just happened to say to her: "You never had a collection after Hailsham, did you?"
Ruth, who was sitting up in bed, was quiet for a long time, the sunset falling over the tiled wall behind her. Then she said: "Remember the guardians25, before we left, how they kept reminding us we could take our collections with us. So I'd taken everything out of my box and put it into this holdall bag. My plan was I'd find a really good wooden box for it all once I got to the Cottages. But when we got there, I could see none of the veterans had collections. It was only us, it wasn't normal. We must all have realised it, I wasn't the only one, but we didn't really talk about it, did we? So I didn't go looking for a new box. My things all stayed in the holdall bag for months, then in the end I threw them away."
I stared at her. "You put your collection out with the rubbish?"
Ruth shook her head, and for the next few moments seemed to be going through in her mind all the different items in her collection. Finally she said: "I put them all in a bin26 bag, but I couldn't stand the idea of putting them out with the rubbish. So I asked old Keffers, once when he was about to drive off, if he'd take the bin bag to a shop. I knew about charity shops, I'd found it all out. Keffers rummaged27 in the bag a bit, he didn't know what any of it was--why should he?--and he did this laugh and said no shop he knew would want stuff like that. And I said, but it's good stuff, really good stuff. And he could see I was getting a bit emotional, and he changed his tune28 then. He said something like: ‘All right, missy, I'll take it along to the Oxfam people.' Then he made a real effort and said: ‘Now I've had a closer look, you're right, it is pretty good stuff!'
He wasn't very convincing though. I suppose he just took it away and put it in some bin somewhere. But at least I didn't have to know that." Then she smiled and said: "You were different. I remember. You were never embarrassed about your collection and you kept it. I wish now I'd done that too."
What I'm saying is that we were all of us struggling to adjust to our new life, and I suppose we all did things back then we later regretted. I was really upset by Ruth's remark at the time, but it's pointless now trying to judge her or anyone else for the way they behaved during those early days at the Cottages. f AS THE AUTUMN CAME ON, and I got more familiar with our surroundings, I began noticing things I'd missed earlier. There was, for instance, the odd attitude to students who'd recently left. The veterans were never slow coming out with funny anecdotes29 about characters they'd met on trips to the White Mansion30 or to Poplar Farm; but they hardly ever mentioned students who, right up until just before we'd arrived, must have been their intimate friends.
Another thing I noticed--and I could see it tied in--was the big hush31 that would descend32 around certain veterans when they went off on "courses"--which even we knew had to do with becoming carers. They could be gone for four or five days, but were hardly mentioned in that time; and when they came back, no one really asked them anything. I suppose they might have talked to their closest friends in private. But there was definitely an understanding that you didn't mention these trips out in the open. I can remember one morning watching, through the misted-up windows of our kitchen, two veterans leaving for a course, and wondering if by the next spring or summer, they'd have gone altogether, and we'd be taking care not to mention them.
But it's perhaps stretching it to claim students who'd left were an actual taboo33. If they had to be mentioned, they got mentioned. Most commonly, you'd hear them referred to indirectly34, in connection with an object or a chore. For example, if repairs were needed to a downpipe, there'd be a lot of discussion about "the way Mike used to do it." And there was a tree stump35 outside the Black Barn everyone called "Dave's stump" because for over three years, until a few weeks before our arrival, he'd sat on it to read and write, sometimes even when it was raining or cold. Then, maybe most memorably36, there was Steve. None of us ever discovered anything much about the sort of person Steve had been--except that he'd liked porn magazines.
Every now and again, you'd come across a porn mag at the Cottages, thrown behind a sofa or amidst a pile of old newspapers. They were what you'd call "soft" porn, though we didn't know about such distinctions then. We'd never come across anything like that before and didn't know what to think. The veterans usually laughed when one showed up and flicked37 through it quickly in a blasé way before throwing it aside, so we did the same. When Ruth and I were remembering all this a few years ago, she claimed there were dozens of these magazines circulating around the Cottages. "No one admitted to liking38 them," she said. "But you remember how it was. If one turned up in a room, everyone pretended to find it dead boring. Then you came back half an hour later and it would always be gone."
Anyway, my point is that whenever one of these magazines turned up, people would claim it was a left-over from "Steve's collection." Steve, in other words, was responsible for every porn mag that ever showed up. As I say, we never found out much else about Steve. We did, though, see the funny side of it even then, so that when someone pointed39 and said: "Oh look, one of Steve's magazines," they did it with a bit of irony40.
These magazines, incidentally, used to drive old Keffers mad. There was a rumour41 that he was religious and dead against not just porn, but sex in general. Sometimes he'd work himself into a complete state--you could see his face under his grey whiskers blotchy42 with fury--and he'd go thudding around the place, barging into people's rooms without knocking, determined43 to round up every one of "Steve's magazines." We did our best to find him amusing on these occasions, but there was something truly scary about him in these moods. For one thing, the grumbling44 he usually kept up suddenly stopped and this silence alone gave him an alarming aura.
I remember one particular time when Keffers had collected up six or seven of "Steve's mags" and stormed out with them to his van. Laura and I were watching him from up in my room, and I'd been laughing at something Laura had just said. Then I saw Keffers opening his van door, and maybe because he needed both hands to move some stuff about, he put the mags down on top of some bricks stacked outside the boiler45 hut--some veterans had tried to build a barbecue there a few months earlier. Keffers's figure, bent46 forwards, his head and shoulders hidden in the van, went on rummaging47 about for ages, and something told me that, for all his fury of a moment ago, he'd now forgotten about the magazines. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I saw him straighten, climb in behind the wheel, slam the door and drive off.
When I pointed out to Laura that Keffers had left the magazines behind, she said: "Well, they won't stay put for long. He'll just have to collect them all up again, next time he decides on a purge48."
But when I found myself strolling past the boiler hut about half an hour later, I saw the magazines hadn't been touched. I thought for a moment about taking them up to my room, but then I could see if they were ever found there, I'd get no end of teasing; and how there was no way people would understand my reasons for doing such a thing. That was why I picked up the magazines and went inside the boiler hut with them.
The boiler hut was really just another barn, built onto the end of the farmhouse49, filled with old mowers and pitch-forks--stuff Keffers reckoned wouldn't catch alight too easily if one day the boiler decided to blow up. Keffers also kept a workbench in there, and so I put the magazines down on it, pushed aside some old rags and heaved myself up to sit on the tabletop. The light wasn't too good, but there was a grimy window somewhere behind me, and when I opened the first magazine I found I could see well enough.
There were lots of pictures of girls holding their legs open or sticking their bottoms out. I'll admit, there have been times when I've looked at pictures like that and felt excited, though I've never fancied doing it with a girl. But that's not what I was after that afternoon. I moved through the pages quickly, not wanting to be distracted by any buzz of sex coming off those pages. In fact, I hardly saw the contorted bodies, because I was focusing on the faces. Even in the little adverts50 for videos or whatever tucked away to the side, I checked each model's face before moving on.
It wasn't until I was nearing the end of the pile that I became certain there was somebody standing4 outside the barn, just beside the doorway51. I'd left the door open because that's how it was normally, and because I wanted the light; and twice already I'd found myself glancing up, thinking I'd heard some small noise. But there'd been no one there, and I'd just gone on with what I was doing. Now I was certain, though, and lowering my magazine I made a heavy sighing sound that would be clearly audible.
I waited for giggling, or maybe for two or three students to come bursting into the barn, eager to make the best of having caught me with a pile of porn mags. But nothing happened. So I called out, in what I tried to make a weary tone: "Delighted you could join me. Why be so shy?"
There was a little chuckle52, then Tommy appeared at the threshold. "Hi, Kath," he said sheepishly.
"Come on in, Tommy. Join in the fun."
He came towards me cautiously, then stopped a few steps away. Then he looked over to the boiler, and said: "I didn't know you liked that sort of stuff."
"Girls are allowed too, aren't we?"
I kept going through the pages, and for the next few seconds he stayed silent. Then I heard him say: "I wasn't trying to spy on you. But I saw you from my room. I saw you come out here and pick up that pile Keffers left."
"You're very welcome to them when I've finished."
He laughed awkwardly. "It's just sex stuff. I expect I've seen them all already." He did another laugh, but then when I glanced up, I saw he was watching me with a serious expression. Then he asked: "Are you looking for something, Kath?"
"What do you mean? I'm just looking at dirty pictures."
"Just for kicks?"
"I suppose you could say that." I put down one mag and started on the next one.
Then I heard Tommy's steps coming nearer until he was right up to me. When I looked up again, his hands were hovering53 fretfully in the air, like I was doing a complicated manual task and he was itching54 to help.
"Kath, you don't... Well, if it's for kicks, you don't do it like that. You've got to look at the pictures much more carefully. It doesn't really work if you go that fast."
"How do you know what works for girls? Or maybe you've looked these over with Ruth. Sorry, not thinking."
"Kath, what are you looking for?"
I ignored him. I was nearly at the end of the pile and I was now keen to finish. Then he said: "I saw you doing this once before."
This time I did stop and look at him. "What's going on here, Tommy? Has Keffers recruited you for his porn patrol?"
"I wasn't trying to spy on you. But I did see you, that time last week, after we'd all been up in Charley's room. There was one of these mags there, and you thought we'd all left and gone. But I came back to get my jumper, and Claire's doors were open so I could see straight through to Charley's room. That's how I saw you in there, going through the magazine."
"Well, so what? We all have to get our kicks some way."
"You weren't doing it for kicks. I could tell, just like I can now. It's your face, Kath. That time in Charley's room, you had a strange face. Like you were sad, maybe. And a bit scared."
I jumped off the workbench, gathered up the mags and dumped them in his arms. "Here. Give these to Ruth. See if they do anything for her."
I walked past him and out of the barn. I knew he'd be disappointed I hadn't told him anything, but at that point I hadn't thought things through properly myself and wasn't ready to tell anyone. But I hadn't minded him coming into the boiler hut after me. I hadn't minded at all. I'd felt comforted, protected almost. I did tell him eventually, but that wasn't until a few months later, when we went on our Norfolk trip.
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| n.整肃，清除，泻药，净化；vt.净化，清除，摆脱；vi.清除，通便，腹泻，变得清洁 | |
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farmhouse
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| advertisements 广告，做广告 | |
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doorway
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| n.门口，(喻)入门；门路，途径 | |
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| vi.／n.轻声笑，咯咯笑 | |
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hovering
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| 鸟( hover的现在分词 )； 靠近（某事物）； （人）徘徊； 犹豫 | |
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| adj.贪得的，痒的，渴望的v.发痒( itch的现在分词 ) | |
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