45 Years Page #3
OK, you could've...
you could've just told me, Geoff.
I thought I had.
If I hadn't, well, it's hardly, er...
the sort of thing you tell
your beautiful new girlfriend, is it?
I suppose not.
I think I'm going to have a...
go upstairs and have a bath.
I've got lots to do tomorrow.
- Are you sure you're all right?
- Yes. Yes.
Yeah, really, I am.
I can hardly be cross with something
that happened before we existed, can I?
Not really.
Still...
I suppose a cuddle's out of the question.
It doesn't even feel like it was me
that was there.
Do you know what I mean?
How long had you been up there?
Oh, six or seven weeks, I suppose.
It seemed a lot longer.
We had a map, er, to start with.
It was so bloody unreliable.
I've still got it somewhere.
Yeah, we were getting higher
into the mountains
and I decided it would be best
if we found someone,
y-you know, to help us
get to the Italian border.
- A guide?
- Yeah, wasn't really a guide.
who thought he was Jack Kerouac.
- You always did hate Kerouac.
- Yes, I did.
Maybe you were jealous.
- What, of Jack Kerouac?
- Of the guide.
Was he flirting with her?
Well, they did have, er... the language.
My German, it wasn't that great,
what with its accent.
They laughed a lot.
He was forever making these jokes
I didn't get.
- Oh, God, you wouldn't like that.
- No, I didn't.
They were walking up ahead,
more than they needed to perhaps,
or... maybe I just let them, I don't know.
We were on a track round this rock,
and the glacier was on the right,
below us.
Way down.
Beautiful thing, it was.
You'd love the landscape out there, Kate.
- You really would.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
They were out of sight, round the corner,
and the last sound but one
that I heard was her laughter.
And, Christ, did it annoy me.
But then, there was a scream.
It wasn't a loud scream, neither.
Sort of outpouring of air from her lungs,
from the shock, I suppose.
It was low and guttural,
not like her voice,
which was soft, higher-pitched.
God, that's just horrible.
Mm. Mm.
And then what?
That was it, really.
When I got there, she'd gone.
And Kerouac was looking down this hole.
A fissure.
Yeah, a fissure, I suppose you'd call it,
like a narrow, narrow crack in the rock.
D-Do you remember that one in Scotland?
- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah. Well, it was like that one.
- Yeah.
- Only much deeper.
And Kerouac was just standing there.
His face, oddly enough,
Was she blonde?
- Sorry?
- Did she have blonde hair?
Oh, no, no. She had dark hair.
- Like mine, then.
- Mm.
I mean, not now.
Yeah, like yours.
How old was she?
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