girls do. I would like to laugh and smile at the boys. I would like to do foolish things when the moon is full. And most of all, you know, I would like to use my real name.”
Charlie paused with his spade in the air.
“But Little Bee
I shook my head. “Mmm-mmm. Little Bee is only my superhero name. I have a real name too, like you have
Charlie stared.
“What is yours real name?” he said.
“I will tell you my real name if you will take off your Batman costume.”
Charlie frowned. “Actually I have to keep mine Batman costume on forever,” he said.
I smiled. “Okay, Batman. Maybe another time.”
Charlie started to build a sand wall between the wilderness and the suburbs of his city.
“Mmm,” he said.
After a while Lawrence came down the green steps and walked up to us.
“I’ll take over here,” he said. “Go up and see if you can talk some sense into Sarah, will you?”
“Why, what is wrong? Why didn’t she come down here with you?”
Lawrence held his hands out with the palms upward, and he sent air upward out of his mouth so that his hair blew. “Just go and see her, will you?” he said.
I walked up the steps. Sarah was still standing by the railings.
“That
“Lawrence?”
“Sometimes I’m not so sure I wouldn’t be better off without him. Oh, I don’t mean that, of course I don’t. But honestly. Don’t I have the right to talk about Andrew?”
“You were arguing?”
Sarah sighed.
“Lawrence still isn’t happy about you being around. It’s putting him on edge.”
“What did you say, about Andrew?”
Sarah looked out across the river.
“I told him I was sorting out Andrew’s office last night. You know, looking through his files. I just wanted to see what bills I’m meant to pay now, check we don’t owe money on any of our cards, that sort of thing.”
She looked at me. “The thing is, it turns out Andrew didn’t stop thinking about what happened on the beach. I thought he’d put it out of his mind, but he hadn’t. He was researching it. There must have been two dozen folders in his office. Stuff about Nigeria. About the oil wars, and the atrocities. And…well, I had no idea how many of you ended up in the UK after what happened to your villages. Andrew had a whole binder full of documents about asylum and detention.”
“Did you read it?”
Sarah chewed her lip. “Not all of it. He had enough in there to read for a month. And he had his own notes attached to each document. It was very meticulous. Very Andrew. There was so much detail in there. I only read a couple of papers, but it was enough to see where he was going with it all. I read an inspectors’ report about the immigration detention centers. How long did you say they kept you in that place, Bee?”
“Two years.”
“Oh Bee. I had no idea how hellish they are. I was imagining, I don’t know, a sort of high-security hotel, I suppose. Is it true they keep it deliberately cold in there? Is it true you have to apply in writing if you just need a paracetamol?”
I smiled. “If you are planning to have a headache, you need to apply twenty-four hours in advance.”
Sarah sighed. “So it is true, then. Andrew highlighted this one passage that said, We find the humiliating procedures excessive. We do not see how anyone could abuse an excess of sanitary towels. Did you really have to apply for them too?”
I nodded. “They would only give them to us one at a time. You had to fill in a form.”
Sarah twisted her hands together on the top bar of the iron railings. “The thing is,” she said, “I think I know why Andrew highlighted that passage. I mean, people would skim-read the barred windows and the perimeter fence. But if you really wanted to bring it home, you’d show how a girl has to apply in writing for Kotex Ultra. Right?”
She stopped, and she looked down to where Lawrence and Charlie were laughing and kicking sand at each other. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet. “I think Andrew was planning a book,” she said. “That’s what I told Lawrence.”
I looked up at Sarah.
“That is why he was angry?”
Sarah nodded. “I said I thought maybe I should carry on Andrew’s work. You know, read through his notes. Find out a bit more about the detention centers. Maybe even, I don’t know, write the book myself.”
“You said all that to Lawrence?”
“That’s when he went ballistic.” Sarah sighed. “I think he’s jealous of Andrew.”
We stood and looked out over the river for a long time. A breeze had started to blow. It was not much, but enough to darken the smooth surface of the river. Now, I thought. I gripped my hands onto the railings and tried to make the courage of the city flow into my bones again.
“Sarah,” I said. “I want to tell you my feelings about Lawrence.”
She looked at me sharply.
“I know what you’re going to tell me. You’ll tell me he cares more about himself than he cares about me. You’ll tell me to watch out for him. And I’ll tell you that’s just what men are like, but you’re too young to know it yet, and so you and I will argue too, and then I really will be utterly miserable. So don’t say it, okay?”
I shook my head.
“Please, Sarah.”
“I don’t want to hear it. I’ve chosen Lawrence. I’m thirty-two, Bee. If I want to make a stable life for Charlie, I have to start
She looked at me for a long time, and then she held on to me and we hugged each other tight.
“Oh Bee,” said Sarah.
We stood and held each other like that, and after we had been quiet for a long time Sarah stood up straight and swept back her hair.
“Go down and play with Charlie and Lawrence,” she said. “I have to make a phone call.”
I looked at Sarah and she smiled at me, and I walked back down the steps to the place Lawrence and Charlie were playing. They were picking up the small round stones from the edge of the mud and throwing them into the river. When I came close, Charlie carried on throwing stones and Lawrence turned to me.
“Did you talk her out of it?” he said.
“Out of what?”
“Her book. She had some idea she was going to finish a book Andrew was writing. Didn’t she tell you?”
“Yes. She told me. I did not talk her out of the book but I did not talk her out of you either.”
Lawrence grinned. “Good girl. See? We’re going to get along after all. Is she still upset? Why hasn’t she come down here with you?”
“She is making a phone call.”
“Fair enough.”
We stood there for a moment, looking at each other.
“You still think I’m a bastard, don’t you?”
I shrugged.
“I’m not,” said Lawrence. “I’ll even help you, if you help me.”
“What help do you need from me?”
“You could just go, Little Bee. Couldn’t you? Quietly and without fuss.”
“I already thought about that.”
“So what’s stopping you? Money? I can give you money.”
I looked down at my shoes and then I looked back up. “You will pay me to go away?”
“Don’t make it sound like that. It isn’t easy to get started in this country without money for food and rent. I don’t want to put you on the streets, that’s all.”
He was still holding a stone in his hand and I took it from between his fingers. It was warm and smooth and I turned it around and around in my hands, polishing it with the moisture in my palms.
I said, “What is your wife’s name?”
Lawrence looked at his hands. “Linda.”
“And your children?”
Lawrence did not look in my eyes.
“Sonia,” he said. “And Stephen. And Simon’s the, um, the baby.”
“Hmm.”
I weighed the stone and I turned it around and around between my fingers and then I dropped it on the sand.
“You should go back to them,” I said.
Lawrence looked at me then, and I felt a great sadness because there was nothing in his eyes. I looked away over the water. I looked and I saw the blue reflection of the sky. I stared for a long time now, because I understood that I was looking into the eyes of death again, and death was still not looking away and neither could I.
Then there was the barking of dogs. I jumped, and my eyes followed the sound and I felt relief, because I saw the dogs up on the walkway above us, and they were only fat yellow family dogs, out for a walk with their master. Then I saw Sarah, coming down the steps toward us. Her arms were hanging by her sides, and in one of her hands she held her mobile phone. She walked up to us, took a deep breath, and smiled.
