Masters & Lovers Box Set Three
Chapter 41
Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago
I call the number of the new apartment…
The apartment I bought her…
No reply.
Did she stay?
I try her old apartment instead.
Still no answer, but the ansa-machine clicks in. “Hi, Mitch. It’s Larry. Just to let you know that I’ll be back tomorrow. I’m hoping we can meet up. I thought you might be able to meet me at the airport. I’m coming in on the three forty-five from Amsterdam. But if you can’t make it, I’ll drop round to the new place around six. I’m… I’m looking forward to seeing you.”
Disappointment pinches at my stomach.
Will she meet me?
*****
In Arrivals, I scan. The crowd mills and jostles. Kids, shrieking with excitement, run up to adults crouched down with outstretched arms and big smiles. Businessmen with briefcases march up to cabbies holding up cardboard signs scrawled in felt-tip capitals. A girl pushes past me to pelt across the floor and fling herself into the arms of a waiting boyfriend. The pair laugh and babble as he lifts her from her feet, spinning her.
But there’s no Mitch.
She’ll be waiting in the apartment…
Bound to be…
I hail a cab, staring out at billboards and neon, gaudy in the already failing February light. They advertise rings and chocolates, flowers and eternal promises, flashing up ‘Forever’ and I *heart* you’.
Wonder if she’ll like the painting?
At the harbour, I exit the taxi. Over the waters, lights bob as yachts and pleasure cruisers ride rippling waters. Multi-coloured lights drape from trees and buildings and masts, giving the area a jolly, gala-like feel and brightening the streets. But Mitch’s apartment windows are dark.
I pay the cabbie, but, “Wait for me would you,”
“Of course, sir.”
the keys in
Her apartment…
No strings…
I press the
movement. The darkness
ringed inside with brown and a tea-pot. stone-cold. When I lift the lid, green mould
Her own work…
on the carpet, leaning against
steams in the chill and the air has that slightly stale closed-up
check the master
wardrobe; empty. The drawers; empty. The bed looks unslept-in. And save for a few shadings between door and bed, the carpet
even stay one
the single I slept in is as I left it, the blankets rumpled, the
Let-down gnaws at me.
I offend her that
With a gift?
where the taxi driver stands leaning against his vehicle blowing smoke rings into the evening
case into the
him Mitch’s old address; that dingy apartment which, apparently, she prefers to all that I offered
Gave her…
the garish harbour lights irritating me with their
I say to
you just flushed my gift down the
I look up, reflexively seeking
Headed out…?
Working again?
cabbie twists in his seat. “Want
“Please, yes.”
little in the dark on the panel of buzzers before I press hers. There’s a buzz but no response.
Now what?
trundles close pushing a small screaming child in a stroller. At the bottom
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