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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for the previous work of
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. 24 April 2018
  6. Part 1: Subject
  7. 15 June 1968
  8. 20 June 1968
  9. July 1968
  10. 2 February 2018
  11. Part 2: Light
  12. 20 November 1970
  13. 20 November 1970
  14. 21 November 1970
  15. November 1970
  16. 19 February 2018
  17. Part 3: Focus
  18. 15 April 1977
  19. 18 April 1977
  20. 15 May 1977
  21. July 1977
  22. 26 February 2018
  23. 8 March 2018
  24. 8 March 2018
  25. Part 4: Distance
  26. 15 May 1979
  27. 15 May 1979
  28. 16 May 1979
  29. June 1979
  30. 29 March 2018
  31. 29 March 2018
  32. 27 March 2018
  33. Part 5: Movement
  34. 18 October 1981
  35. 10 April 2018
  36. 18 October 1981
  37. 10 April 2018
  38. 18 October 1981
  39. 10 April 2018
  40. 18 October 1981
  41. 10 April 2018
  42. 10 April 2018
  43. 18 October 1981
  44. 10 April 2018
  45. October 1981
  46. Part 6: Exposure
  47. July 1984
  48. 5 September 1984
  49. 24 April 2018
  50. 25 April 2018
  51. Part 7: Developing
  52. 26 April 2018
  53. Vee, in the lost place, 1984
  54. 26 April 2018
  55. Epilogue
  56. 5 February 2019
  57. Author’s Note
  58. Acknowledgements
  59. Letter from Author
  60. Stephanie Butland’s Readers’ Club
  61. For your Reading Group
  62. For discussion
  63. Select bibliography
  64. About the author
  65. Also by Stephanie Butland

Vee says, ‘You just seemed so – OK with it all. It was like being with you in the old days, at the beginning, when you knew everything and I knew nothing.’ She says it as though life is the opposite now, Vee the authority and Leonie the learner. Leonie would challenge her, but her mouth has, without her noticing, become dry with tears that would fall if she let them. So she waits for Vee to continue. ‘I thought about what you said, afterwards. I thought about it a lot. And about how if I got pregnant I would want to be as—’ Leonie sees Vee’s mouth hesitate, start to form one sound, then make another, ‘detached.’

‘Right,’ is all Leonie can get out. Wow, she must be tired, if she’s as emotional as this. She needs to get a grip. She clears her throat, hoping it sounds more like a cough than a cry, raises an eyebrow. She didn’t know how deeply she felt Vee’s abandonment, until now.

Vee is still looking straight ahead. ‘What I’m saying is, what you thought – felt – about the baby, that was something I needed to think about. But I did, and I understood it, and I – I admired you for it. So that phone call – I didn’t think it was as serious as it obviously was. I didn’t know that I was letting you down so badly.’ Vee looks as though she might cry. Well, good.

‘And what would you have done? If you had realised how serious it was? Would you have given up your precious prizegiving night?’

Vee turns to Leonie so she can look her in the eye, sighs, and asks, ‘Honestly?’

‘Honestly.’

‘I’ve thought about it, a lot, and I still don’t know,’ she sighs. ‘I keep thinking – would we ask a man not to go to something like that? And would we be surprised, would we mind, if he refused?’

And Leonie, caught in her own trap, feels the tears she’s holding in vanish, and finds that she can only laugh. Vee is right. It was only one night, unimportant then and unimportant now.

‘What happened? With the baby?’

‘Fuck off, Veronica. You’re too late.’

‘Please, Leonie.’

Oh, life’s too short. ‘My sister helped me out,’ she says, and then, because she really doesn’t need to talk about this anymore, ‘Come on. Let’s go and see what’s happening out there. Let’s work.’

10 April 2018

10 April 2018

Vee