There was a boy who tried, once. James, someone I met during a first-year social at University. He was funny, but it petered out pretty quickly when I was clearly not interested in anything but friendship. Part of me was glad, the constant flirting was tiring. I’ve never been into men. Yes, they’re fun, and some of them (like my climbers) are incredibly well built and attractive examples. But I’ve never felt that spark.
I first noticed girls when I was 12. I was an awkward gangly freckled girl who didn’t fit into the ‘sugar, spice and everything nice’ mould. I’d sooner play football than be inside learning to be cultured. I’d sooner be waist deep in a bog than be in a dress. This singled me out, and made me a target for ridicule throughout school. Loosing Mum and Dad made everything a million times worse, because I no longer had either of them to listen to me or hold me while I sobbed.
But I had Lexi. I told her everything. Everything, that is, except this.
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We’ve reached the weir, and I stop and take a deep breath, shoving aside my thoughts.
‘Here we are!’ said Lexi. I shoot her a glance; she’s looking around with unfeigned interest.
I squat down and pull off my shoes and socks, then roll up my hiking trousers. Lexi watches me with amusement as I take a wincing step into the water (still cold in March!) and walk carefully from rock to submerged rock out to the large boulder a third of the way out into the river. While only maybe ten metres wide at most, the river is still swift and deep and stocked with trout; sometimes you can see the fish flitting along between the rocks. The weir upstream has a fish ladder, and water is churning over it.
I love the noise of water and of wind in trees. Thus I regard the weir and the perch downstream as my personal sanctuary. I come here to think, and more often than I care to admit, to wallow in self-pity.
‘How’s the water?’ she calls.
‘Crisp’, I call back. She’s removed her shoes and is standing by the riverbank, looking dubious.
‘Don’t be a ninny.’ I call. ‘It won’t kill you.’
She steps gingerly out. The broad flat rocks are visible under the surface so it is difficult to misstep, but one crosses them cautiously. I hold out a hand and pull her up to the perch.
‘Welcome to my throne!’ I say, with a mock bow.
‘If I fits I sits!’ she laughs, and sits down. I flop down next to her and we lean companionably against one another. There is no sound but the wind and the water. It’s lovely. Lexi’s shoulder is warm against mine.
‘Why the sudden need to poke into my life?’ I ask, after a while.
‘I worry about you’ she responds. ‘Always have, always will.’
I snort. ‘I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself’.
‘I know. But you’re always going to be my baby sister, and I still feel responsible for you,’ says Lexi.
I frown. ‘Lex, you raised me and polished me. You don’t need to waste energy worrying about me. I have a great job and friends and I’m fine.’
She leans her head forward onto a knee and looks back up at me.
‘Are you?’ she says, quietly.
The words ‘Of course’ die in my throat. For some reason, I think of Mum. Before I can help myself, I start to cry.
‘Goddamn it, Alexis!’ I snarl, scrubbing furiously at my face. ‘Why can’t you just leave well enough alone?’
‘Because it’s not in my nature.’ she says, quietly. She sits back up and puts an arm around me, pulling me in close. ‘Fess up, Robyn. I know you’re unhappy. I’ve been watching you for longer than you know and I can see you’re not all there.’
‘I don’t want to talk about it.’
‘You need to open up to someone, Robs’.
‘No.’
She sighs, and we sit in quiet again for a while, apart from my sniffs as I try to regain composure. Lexi is humming, Dvorak I think. Slowly I calm again. The water’s always helped me.
‘I’m lonely’ she says, suddenly.
‘Why?’ I respond, cautiously. Lexi doesn’t share much of what goes on upstairs – I read her moods from her body and music. I’m good at that.
‘Just am. I miss Mum and Dad and the cousins. Also Andrew.’ she says, quietly.
‘That cheating sack of guts?’ I exclaim, unbelievingly.
She smiles a small, sad smile. ‘Yeah, him. He was good for me, Robs.’
‘Except when he cheated on you.’
‘Yeah, well. I still miss him.’ she sighs. ‘He had such lovely strong arms, and he kissed so nicely.’
I make a retch-face and she grins.
‘God, Alexis. I’d rather imagine you kissing Tony Blair than Andrew’.
We laugh quietly. She leans her head against me and we’re quiet for a bit again.
‘He had a great tongue too…’ she whispers.
I can feel myself going bright red. Always have, always will, I could light up a room when I’m embarrassed. ‘Alexis!’ I exclaim.
‘Seriously, Robs, you’re twenty-one and blushing like that? What on earth is wrong with you?’ she jokes.
‘I just… I don’t… eeuw… I don’t want to know things like that!’ I gasp, laughing.
But I’m lying, because suddenly the vision of my sister and Andrew is in my mind. I shudder.
‘You ever been with a guy, Robs?’ she asks, curious.
‘Thousands’ I respond sarcastically. ‘I don’t even feel it any more, it’s like throwing a sausage down a corridor down there’. Vengeance is mine as I watch her eyes widen. She stifles a snort and then bursts out laughing. I bless my climbing friends for my expanded vocabulary and the incredibly foul images I’m now able to conjure.
‘Oh my god, Robyn. That’s the grossest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.’ she cackles. I join in, unable to help myself, and we descend into a whooping cacophony as we fully enjoy the image I just let loose.
Finally, we’re spent. I manage to take a deep breath, and sit up again.
‘I love this’, she says. ‘Just talking to you.’
‘Me too’, I respond. ‘We don’t do it enough. I get caught up in the ‘net and work’.
‘And I do in my music’ she agrees. ‘Ships passing in the night, you and I’.
‘At least we’ve got the same home port’.
She smiles agreement and shoulder bumps me. ‘Come on Robs, sun will be going down soon and I’m getting a bit chilly.’ We cross back to the riverbank and pull on socks and shoes over our damp feet, then squelch back home at a relaxed pace. Lexi’s humming again; she’s seldom truly quiet. I listen, but can’t recognise the piece she’s humming. So I amuse myself by watching for squirrels and listening to the sound of the woodland around us.
Soon enough we’re home, and a good job of it too because the clouds have started to crowd in from the Northwest and the light is dying.
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I eye my Mac guiltily. I should be working, my company has a release going live in the next month and we’re behind. But I’m tired and moody and, quite honestly, feeling a bit strung out after Lexi’s probing earlier. So I’m going to pamper myself tonight. I head over to the fireplace and lay us a fire the way Dad taught me, feeling a bit sad at the thought of him. So emotional today, Robs. Ice maiden status temporarily revoked. I snort at that, and strike a match to the kindling.
As the light dims, the firelight warms the room and, also, my soul – I’m an elemental girl. I stand and stretch, then wander over to the sideboard and pour myself a tumbler of Talisker – Dad’s favourite. I grab a pillow and a blanket from the cupboard and spread them on the floor, liberating some additional cushions from the couches along the way. Soon, I’m lying on my side, facing the fire and losing myself in the flames and the whisky.
I must have dosed off at some point, because I wake up to Lexi shaking my shoulder and summoning me to supper. I stack some more wood on the fire to build it up again and head through to our kitchen. Dad had always wanted to knock through the wall to make the entire space open plan, but had never got round to it, and neither have Lexi or I since then. So suppers are always in the kitchen, at our battered old oak table with space for six and settings for just two.
‘Wine?’ I ask her, and she nods distractedly as she dishes up. I grab us a bottle of some indeterminate Italian red and pour us both some, using our mismatched everyday glasses. Cooking is one of the few areas I can beat Lexi, but hers meals are still great and we’ve never been in any danger of starving. I favour Eastern, she favours Mediterranean, but an appreciation of food is something we share and so supper is time we always put work aside so that we can just be.
‘When’s your next concert?’ I ask her. Lexi works as a music teacher, but far prefers performing. She’s a member of the Philharmonic Orchestra, and has in the past gone on tours to the States and the Continent.
‘In a few weeks time,’ she returns. ‘Mahler and Haydn’
‘Solos?’ I ask.
‘Of course’ she says, grinning.
‘Nice’ I say. Something to look forward to, I love the concerts.
She smiles and stretches, and I catch myself watching her, again. I quickly drop my eyes and poke at my food some more. I’m not really especially hungry but the food is delicious and Lexi went through some effort to make it, so I try my best. I look up and find her watching me. She smiles as I take another bite, but the smile dies as I push the plate away and take a large sip of wine.
‘Robs, you’re too skinny. You should eat more’ she says.
‘Balls’, I say. ‘I don’t have your metabolism, Lex. I explode if I don’t gym my ass off’.
‘Hah!’ she exclaims. ‘At least you have an ass.’
‘Knock it off, Alexis. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.’ I say without thinking.
‘Oh Robs, now you’re fibbing.’ she retorts, and leans back into the chair, sipping her wine.
Whether it’s the wine or the earlier probing or what, I don’t know. But to hear my sister deprecating herself is too much for me to bear right now.
‘Bullshit, Lex!’ I explode. ‘Christ, have you ever looked at yourself? You’re as graceful as a dancer and as lithe as a fucking cat and you say you’re not gorgeous? Bullshit!’
She’s watching me, wild eyed, but I don’t care anymore.
‘You could be a model, Lexi, and your face is stunning. You’re beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re a goddamn concert cellist, you’re pretty much every man’s wet dream, so stop talking yourself down right now, do you hear me!’ I shout.