Little Wild – Laura Evans

Instinctively I pushed it away—I knew if I didn’t I’d lose the moment—but it was too late. I could only catch her edges, and her face was back the way it always is: a face in a dream, anyone’s and no one’s. OceanofPDF.com Day 28 Every so often I take the babies out to check them. I line them up on my chest of drawers and make sure they are all in good shape, and have not got damp or had their limbs begin to dissolve; I am always vaguely conscious of how easily I might dismember someone.

At least, I have to go about things as if I might. Part of me thinks that boy, Higgins, was nothing but wine and delirium: a graze or bruise in a convenient place, and I imagined the rest to make it fit. But there’s another part, more insistent by the day, that says, Do something. A spell. A curse.

That smiles knowingly, when I think how stupid it sounds: broomsticks and pointy hats, black cats and covens. (As if I could find anyone to take tea with me, at the moment, let alone dance naked around a cauldron.) That says, Of course that kind of magic is silly. And, seductively: If you can’t prove you’re not, why not see if you are? OceanofPDF.com Day 29 A dream. My mother is knitting, and I am a cat. I have green eyes and padding paws and dense soft fur the colour of coal.

My mother’s needles click. There is a cat in this room, she says. How did it get in? I rub my head against her ankles. Perhaps, she says, I left a window open. Or it came in earlier, when I was out picking. Perhaps it came looking for catnip. Or mice—but we know the birds take those. I lick my foreleg, and wait for her to drop the wool so I can chase it.

Little cat, she says. I have a daughter, a Margaret, if she was here I’d teach her a game. I prick up my ears. Cat’s cradle, it is. I sit up straight. Teach me, I yowl. Teach me-ow. Very well, she says. Fetch me my sewing box, little cat. Now I am a cat who walks upright, who uses its paws like hands.

When she opens the box it is a jewellery case, but better, because instead of hard, shining things it is gentle yarn, in colours she dyes herself: woad blue, tansy yellow, nettle grey-green. She pats the chair beside hers. Up here then, puss. Now, put out your paws. Being a cat, I hold up a bare foot. She tickles it, catches it by the heel, appraises it. What a mucky little cat.

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—Gioachino Rossini, La gazza ladra OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Snare House SEPTEMBER 1937 OceanofPDF.com Half past Ten All morning they’ve been coming up the Long Drive. I can’t see them from here, the grass is too tall, and in any case there are the beeches; but I can hear the engines, the wheels crunching on the turning circle. (Fabian has been out three times to huff over his gravel, which came all the way from Chipping Campden and has only been laid a fortnight.)

Half an hour ago there was a commotion: a tractor broken down on the village road, and the iceman’s van unable to get by. You’d have thought from the flapping it was Joanie herself who was stuck. The sculptor declaring he would have to make a duck instead of a swan, and Lucille trying to calm him, and Isaac bellowing barometric readings from the library window at two-minute intervals; and then Sheppard dispatched on his funny little groundsman’s tricycle, and two of the boys after him with wheelbarrows, as if great slabs of ice are in the habit of turning to puddles at a moment’s notice.

The heat is making them all ridiculous. Still, Lucille will be pleased. She has been on at Fabian to get a refrigerator. I am probably supposed to be making myself useful, but I’ve been lying here so long I’m not sure I could get up even if I wanted. It is that sort of heat that turns one into a slug. At breakfast Pip said it’s to be a degree warmer than yesterday, which was a degree warmer than the day before, which was the warmest September day on record, and that if things carry on in this vein we should be hotter than Saudi Arabia within the fortnight.

And Lucille said it was comforting to think of there being somewhere on the planet where this sort of temperature would feel positively frigid. Which I don’t think even she believes—but it does seem to help, imagining yourself somewhere heat belongs.

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