Camarade – Theo Dorgan

With her eyes she led my eyes down to her full, unsupported breasts beneath the black ribbed polo neck sweater she wore. I saw her register that I understood she was naked beneath it, as I guessed she was naked under the knee-length corduroy skirt. When my breath shallowed in a catch of desire she smiled; I thought it a shy smile, but I did not know her yet. With a confidence I did not feel, but understood I must show, I took her hand in mine.

She dipped away to crush out the cigarette, drained the coffee and followed me barefooted up the narrow stairs. I learned what it is to be absolutely alive all the way into the depths of and out to the very electron shield edges of my own body. I learned what it is to be luminously competent in my own body. I learned what it is to give and take pleasure in the body, and not to be afraid when I could no longer tell which was my body, which was hers.

For the first time in my life, I learned in the blood what it is not to be alone. I had not realised how absolutely alone in the world I had been until then. I should be accurate here: this last is the only realisation I came to in the living moment – the rest I intuited, felt but did not understand.

Late that afternoon, when the first delirium had passed, the rage and the fury and then the smooth supple passages of gesture and caress, the gradual carnal quietening, I was overcome by that exquisite understanding, and I wept without caring to know why. Nor did it seem to me that she was disquieted by this, only she held me until I grew calm and then gradually, carefully, she set me on fire again.

Tell me, she asked, as we lay side by side, our heads on our folded arms, our faces towards each other, tell me she asked, why did you shoot that policeman? She put the flat of her hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down as I went to rise. Ssh, ssh, she said, gently, gently. Why did you do it?

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On the Rue Mouffetard this morning there was a man who reminded me, for a fleeting moment, of Sam. That gaunt, scribed face, now so world famous. I felt my hand rise unbidden in greeting, but the fellow turned away, a defeated slump in his shoulders that somehow irritated me. I miss my upright friend. Once, over whiskey, I asked him how it was that he flew free.

Long silence, then: ‘I suppose, I suppose I just refused.’ That cold blank stare. Then, unexpectedly, he reached across and squeezed my arm. We veterans. We come to our lives in different ways, those of us who are forced, shocked or tricked into waking. I mean, of course, our real lives – but very few people have real lives now, by which I mean lives over which they deliberate, lives they are prepared to answer for at the bar of extinction.

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