Part 25 (1/2)

He actually managed to smile at her as he said, 'Then let me buy you one, Lydia.'

The rain had started up again, sharp and stinging, by the time she hurried home. In the attic she found her mother preparing to go out for the evening and she felt a kick of disappointment. Oh yes, the job. For a moment she had forgotten, the dance hostess job. It paid the rent and that's what she wanted, wasn't it? So she mustn't complain, but she didn't want to be on her own, not tonight. Valentina was artfully twisting her hair up on top of her head and her eyes were bright with antic.i.p.ation.

Not just the job then.

'Is Alfred joining you again tonight?' She picked up one of her mother's hairpins lying on the floor and detached two long dark hairs from it. She twined them around her finger.

Valentina was humming a s.n.a.t.c.h of Beethoven's Fifth but silenced herself to apply the vivid carmine lipstick that Lydia loved.

'Yes, he's picking me up, darling.' She turned her head sideways in the mirror to study the effect. 'He comes to the hotel every night I work and buys all my dances. He's a dream.'

'What dull dreams you have, Mama.'

'Poof, don't be so ridiculous,' Valentina snapped. 'He's helping us. Where do you think your supper came from?' She gestured to a large slice of veal pie on a plate with melon and a French baguette. 'You should be grateful.'

Lydia said nothing but sat down at the table and opened one of the poetry books she had brought home from the library. She flicked through the pages and said as if it had only just occurred to her, 'Why don't you invite him up here for a minute, so I can thank him myself?'

Valentina stopped powdering her throat. She was wearing the navy silk dress again, the one Alfred Parker said he admired, but Lydia was quite sure that to Alfred even sackcloth and ashes would look heavenly if Valentina was wearing it.

'Why?' her mother said warily. 'What are you up to?'

'Nothing.'

'You are never up to nothing, dochenka. dochenka. Look at this afternoon with the commissioner. I meant it when I said you are too wild and deserve a whipping.' Look at this afternoon with the commissioner. I meant it when I said you are too wild and deserve a whipping.'

'I know, Mama.'

Valentina fastened a cloisonne necklace around her throat.

'That's pretty, Mama. Is it new?'

'Mmm.'

'I'll behave better, you'll see. So will you invite Mr Parker up here before you leave? Please.'

Valentina ran a hand along her jawline as if searching out any flaws. 'I suppose so.'

Alfred Parker beamed at Lydia. 'This is nice.'

He was wearing an elegant charcoal suit and had put something s.h.i.+ny on his brown hair so that it gleamed, and to Lydia he did look quite decent for once. Shame about the spectacles though. He was drinking the little shot of vodka she had poured him and didn't even mention that it was in a cup. Lydia was back at the table with her book.

'Busy with homework, eh?'

'Yes.'

He stepped closer and peered at her book. His waistcoat smelled of tobacco. 'Wordsworth, I see.'

'Yes.'

'Do you like poetry?'

'Yes.'

'Ah.'

'Lydochka,' Valentina said in a voice that was much too polite, 'I believe you wanted to say something to Alfred.'

'Yes.'

Alfred beamed at her again.

She took a deep breath. 'I am sorry I behaved badly toward you and I want to thank you for your kindness to me.' She glanced at her mother's necklace. 'To us. And so I would like to give you this.'

The words had come out faster than when she'd rehea.r.s.ed them in her head. She held out the small felt package tied up in the red ribbon that had been on Sun Yat-sen's hatbox. Alfred looked impressed.

'Lydia, my dear, no need for gifts, I a.s.sure you.'

'I want you to have it.'

Even her mother was looking pleased.

'Thank you, how nice,' he said as he accepted the present and placed an embarra.s.sed kiss on Lydia's cheek. His jaw was rough against her skin. Carefully he unwrapped the bow and the felt, clearly expecting a homemade trinket of some sort. When he saw the silver hunter watch gleaming in his palm, his face drained till it was paper white, and he sat down heavily on the sofa.

Valentina was the one to speak. 'Good G.o.d, little one, where on earth did you find that? It's beautiful.'

'In a p.a.w.nshop.'

Alfred Parker was fingering the watch, opening its case, winding its spring, adjusting its hands, as if his own hands couldn't get enough of it. Without for one second taking his eyes off it, he said in an amazed tone, 'It's mine.'

'Yes.'

'How did you know which p.a.w.nshop to find it in?'

'Because I put it there.'

Valentina glared at Lydia over Alfred's head and made a savage twisting gesture with her two hands, as if she wanted to wring her daughter's neck.

Slowly Alfred looked up and stared at Lydia, comprehension seeping in. 'You stole it?'

'Yes.'