He waits until she is safely in the other room, and then,
sadly, takes the pan out of the freezer and puts it in a
7 INT ANDERSSON’S LIVINGROOM -JANUARY 2003 -NIGHT 7
FIONA lies with her head on GRANT’S lap. There’s a fire in
the fireplace, the house orderly and cosy. It’s snowing
outside, big fairy tale snow flakes. He reads to her from a
book of poetry.
You climbed the bank and said
This is how you touch other women
The grass cutter’s wife, the lime
And you searched your arms
For the missing perfume
Fiona strokes his face. Interrupts him.
Don’t worry darling.I expect I’m
just losing my mind.
He grabs her hand. Kisses it.
What good is it to be the lime
burner’s daughterLeft with no trace
As if not spoken to in the act of
As if wounded without the pleasure
of a scar
You touched yourBelly to my handsIn the dry air and saidI am the cinnamon
Peeler’s wife. Smell me.
She falls asleep as he reads. He watches her sleep for a few
8 INT ANDERSSON’S BEDROOM -JANUARY 2003-NIGHT 8
GRANT strokes FIONA’S hair. She smiles up at him, warm. They
kiss, and slowly and calmly make love.
9 INT ANDERSSON’S BATHROOM -JANUARY 2003-NIGHT 9
GRANT is peeing. He finishes and washes his hands, catching a
glimpse of himself in the mirror. On the mirror is a sticky
note. It says “7am Yoga. 7:30 - 7:45 teeth, face, hair. 7:45
15 walk. 8:15 Grant and Breakfast.” He puts his fingers to
it, touched by it’s precision.
10 INT ANDERSSON’S BEDROOM -JANUARY 2003-NIGHT 10
GRANT gets into bed behind FIONA. He spoons her, holding her
close, kissing her neck.
That was lovely.
What was lovely?