Mathieu et Marcelle
Marcie was beginning to enjoy herself.
She finished her half-pint, and when Matty made a move to order her another, she insisted that it was her round. At least she wasnt penniless.
Matty suddenly realised he was on his third pint, and he hadnt eaten.
Already eaten, I suppose ...? he asked her, frowning.
Me? Well, not as such
What do you mean, "not as such"?!
I mean, no, not really ... I had a snack at lunch time, but
Lunch time? I can hardly remember lunch time! Drink up, and well see what we can do, all right? Well, I dont know
Got to get back home ...? He glanced at her finger, and she tensed up, involuntarily clenching her hands together.
No, she said, decidedly, Im not going back. And she twisted at her ring, struggling to force it off her finger. There was an awkward silence, now, and Matty broke it gently, by offering her one of his cigarettes.
I shouldnt really ... she hesitated, but took one all the same. I dont really smoke, you know, but thanks anyway.
He lit it, slowly, and took another for himself.
I started smoking when I used to hitch-hike, as a student, he said, smiling. I found it was a good way to say a kind of "thank-you", if you had something to offer, when youd been offered a lift. I suppose apples would have been more healthy, but youd look pretty silly hitch-hiking with a bag of twenty Granny Smiths, wouldnt you!
They laughed together, and she concentrated on not choking on the smoke. She didnt really inhale it, anyway. It was just to have something in her hand. And to watch the smoke curling up...
So why dont you tell me a bit about yourself, while we finish our drinks, and then well see if we can find a chippy, or something, all right? I mean, I dont want to be nosey
No, no! Theres nothing much to tell
I mean, Im quite capable of talking about myself, if you dont want to talk ... people tell me Im quite good at talking.
I can believe it! Anyway, why not. Im Marcie, Im married with two kids, and Ive just left home. She went to raise her glass again, and then paused, to add, looking at him from under her lashes, And do you know how old I am ?
He sucked in his cheeks, and raised his eyebrows, at this little speech. What was he letting himself in for...? He looked at her, seriously now, and said, Marcie, Marcie as if trying to remember something. Is that from Marcelle, by any chance ... French ...?
No. Just plain Marcie. Why?
I dont suppose youve read Sartre, at all ... Roads to Freedom ...?
No.
Mm. So ... lets see ... do you really want me to play?
Eh?
At guessing your age
Go on. Tell me how old you think I am.
O.K. Whats the prize?!
Oh, you! Ill buy the fish and chips. Right?
Have I got to get the exact year? Exact age?
Lets say ... give or take one year.
You drive a hard bargain ... but youre on! Stand up.
What ...?!
Come on ... I cant tell just like that, you know! Stand up, and do a twirl.
No!
Go on - theres only the barman, and he wont mind. Its either that, or well have to change the rules, and make it "fish and chips on whoever guesses the others age closest"!
Ill still win! she laughed.
Youre on, then. Thirty ... two, he pronounced, generously.
Go on! Youre not trying!
Thirty. Todays your thirtieth birthday, and so you can have champagne with your fish and chips! Silly. Anyway, Ive got two sons, nineteen and seventeen, so work that one out! she announced, with a mixture of pride and challenge, watching to see if his expression would change.
Really?! So you were a mother at ... thirteen! Sure your name isnt Juliette?!
Dont believe me, do you. But its true. So if you want to "remember" youve got to get home for supper with your girlfriend, no hard feelings, all right? And she hid behind her half-pint glass again, her heart beating faster.
No girlfriend, no wife or kids, ... and I1l tell you about the house another time. Your turn.
Hm. Well, you dont take very good care of yourself
Thanks!
But Id say somewhere between thirty and thirty-five
Thats cheating!
Well. You said two ages
That was different. Come on: courage of your convictions. And dont worry about flattering me
Ah! So you were flattering me, were you?!
Youll never know! Theres absolutely nothing you can do, against a born lier. No ... I wasnt flattering you. Much, anyway. I would have said thirty-five at the outside, What are you really?
A born lier!
They laughed together, both beginning to realise that it was going to be O.K. At least
Thirty-nine in September.
You dont look it. Whats the secret? Beer and fish and chips? Come on. Youre playing for time. Not fair.
Thirty-three.
Wrong.
But I still win, right?
Twenty-eight from thirty-three is five, thirty-five from thirty-eight is three: the fish and chips is on you! What! Youre never twenty-eight!
Unfortunately I dont drive, or Id produce my driving licence with a flourish. Talking of which: wheres my proof youre not conning me?!
I dont drive either. Hang on a minute, though what do you mean, "thirty-five from thirty-eight"?! You guessed thirty-two ... and then changed it to thirty! I win hands down! The meals on you ... and Ill have a sit-down Chinesey, too!
Dont think theres a Chinesey around here ... unless you know ...?
We could always get a taxi
Well have to find something else to bet on, for whos going to pay for it!
Matty asked the barman if he could phone for a taxi. Having done so, he said, Ive decided on the bet. Youre feeling fed up, and you need a break, right? Dont worry. The taxi and meal are on me. Then you can buy me a pint.