Sunday, November 25, 2007
Emily is on the kitchen
Ralph suppresses a belch.
'Yeah,' says Emily, in a slightly insolent drawl.
He is about Ralph's age, a little stouter, with a red leathery complexion and big hands. In the hairy tweed sports jacket he favours he looks more like a farmer than a doctor. He pushes, presses, probes with his big spatulate fingers. 'All right ,' he says. 'You can put your togs back on? He goes back to his desk to write some notes in Ralph's file, using a gold-nibbed fountain pen.'You've got a lump on your liver'
Ralph gives Hope a hug in the hall, sweeping her off her feet and whirling her round on the black-and-white-chequered floor. The child laughs with glee. Then he kisses Carrie and looks at her. Ralph waits until Hope has scampered off to her room to be reunited with her favourite dolls and toys
From the book 'Thinks' by David Lodge
Saturday, November 17, 2007
It is the evening of Ralph’s birthday party.
‘The first guest’, says Helen, superfluously.
From the book ?thinks? by David Lodge
Monday, November 5, 2007
Monday 17th of March
Monday 17th of March. Another weekend has passed in thrall to the Messengers.
It had been agreed that I would stay the night after the party on Saturday, so that I could drink without worrying about driving myself home. I felt a little self-conscious, standing beside Ralph and Carrie in the hall and saying goodbye to the last departing guests, as if I were part of the family – but that is what In seem to have become.
‘Adopted’, was Jasper Richmond’s word. It was somewhat disturbed by its remarks, but he’s a rather malicious gossip, and probably everything he says should be taken with a pinch of salt. If Carrie is being nice to me just to keep tans on Ralph, it seems a risk strategy. He's already managed to kiss me once, and would have done again on Saturday night if I’d let him.
After the final stragglers had gone. I helped collect the soiled plates and glasses from various rooms on the ground floor, and to stack them in the kitchen ready for the domestic help, who was coming in next morning specially to attend to them. Carrie made us a delicious nightcap, and we sat round the kitchen table sipping this concoction and discussing the higklights of the party before we retired to bed.
From the book ?Thinks', by David Lodge