- •In those days, I don’t think what the boys did amongst themselves never let me go
- •It was well into October by then, but the sun was out that day and I decided I could just about make out I’d gone strolling aimlessly down there and happened to come across Tommy.
- •Very nice there.”
- •I did, though, talk to Tommy about it a couple of years later.
- •I was holding something called Twenty Classic Dance Tunes.
- •I think in the end we must have absorbed quite a lot of information, because I remember, around that age, a marked
- •It wasn’t such a bad gash, and though he was sent to Crow Face to have it seen to, he was back almost straight away kazuo ishiguro
- •I could hear Tommy complaining that Crow Face hadn’t warned him of anything of that sort, but Christopher shrugged and said: “She thought you knew, of course. Everyone knows.” never let me go
- •I realise this may sound like I was getting obsessive, but I remember I also spent a lot of time re-reading passages from kazuo ishiguro
- •I shrugged, as though to say: “So what?” And that’s all there was to it. But afterwards I found myself thinking a lot about it.
- •I waited but Tommy gave no response, and again I felt something like panic coming over me. I leaned forward and said:
- •I never got to assess what kind of impact my talk with Tommy had had, because it was the very next day the news broke. It was midway through the morning and we’d been in kazuo ishiguro
- •It wasn’t obvious, but the longer we kept looking, the more it seemed he had something. The woman was around fifty, and had kept her figure pretty well. Her hair was darker than Ruth’s—
- •I laughed and punched his arm. He looked puzzled so I said:
- •Imaginary animals? What’s up with you?” But I didn’t. I just looked at him cautiously and kept saying: “That sounds really good, Tommy.”
- •I’d come down the path in a dreamy mood, reading off names on the stones, when I saw not only Ruth, but Tommy, on the bench under the willow.
- •It was just the way she said it, suddenly so false even an onlooker, if there’d been one, would have seen through it. I sighed with irritation and said:
- •I shrugged. “I’ve thought about it. But I’m not sure it’s such a great idea.”
- •In front of us there was open marshland as far as we could see.
- •I know it’s not supposed to work that way, but I reckon that’s what it was. Didn’t mind really. I’m a pretty good donor, but I was a lousy carer.”
- •I was so thrown by this, all I could find to say was a rather limp: “Forgive you for what?”
- •I was leaning on the steering wheel, so couldn’t see Tommy at all. He made a kind of puzzled humming sound, but didn’t say anything.
- •I’d stopped sobbing by now and started the engine. “That’s enough of all this,” I said. “We’ve got to get Tommy back. Then we need to be getting back ourselves.”
- •It was never far from Ruth’s mind, and that’s why, that very last time I saw her, even though she wasn’t able to speak, I knew what it was she wanted to say to me.
- •I stayed beside her like that for as long as they let me, three hours, maybe longer. And as I say, for almost all of that time, she never let me go
- •It had been an unusually busy period for
- •It’s just a bit of countryside.”
- •If she’d asked this in a certain way, like the whole idea was completely crazy, then I’m sure I’d have felt pretty devastated.
- •I didn’t know what to say, so just replied: “No, no.”
- •I thought she was going to leave it at that, so I asked: “Miss Emily, if it’s all right, we’d like to know about it, about what happened with Miss Lucy.”
- •In many ways we fooled you. I suppose you could even call it that.
- •I don’t know what made me say it. Maybe it was because I knew the visit would have to finish pretty soon; maybe I was getting curious to know how exactly Miss Emily and Madame felt never let me go
- •I’ve heard it once or twice since then. On the radio, on the television. And it’s taken me back to that little girl, dancing by herself.”
- •I’d spoken to Madame, but I could sense Tommy shifting next to me, and was aware of the texture of his clothes, of everything about him. Then Madame said:
- •In the few seconds after he said this, I realised I wasn’t surprised by it at all; that in some funny way I’d been waiting for it. But I was angry all the same and didn’t say anything.
- •It’s a shame, Kath, because we’ve loved each other all our lives.
- •I remember the few weeks that came after that—the last few weeks before the new carer took over—as being never let me go
I was leaning on the steering wheel, so couldn’t see Tommy at all. He made a kind of puzzled humming sound, but didn’t say anything.
“Look,” Ruth said, “both of you, listen. I wanted us all to do this trip, because I wanted to say what I just said. But I also wanted it because I wanted to give you something.” She’d been rummaging in the pockets of her anorak, and now she held out a crumpled piece of paper. “Tommy, you’d better take this. Look after it. Then when Kathy changes her mind, you’ll have it.” Tommy reached forward between the seats and took the paper. “Thanks, Ruth,” he said, like she’d given him a chocolate bar. Then after a few seconds, he said: “What is it? I don’t get it.”
“It’s Madame’s address. It’s like you were saying to me just now. You’ve at least got to try.”
“How d’you find it?” Tommy asked.
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“It wasn’t easy. It took me a long time, and I ran a few risks.
But I got it in the end, and I got it for you two. Now it’s up to you to find her and try.”
I’d stopped sobbing by now and started the engine. “That’s enough of all this,” I said. “We’ve got to get Tommy back. Then we need to be getting back ourselves.”
“But you will think about it, both of you, won’t you?”
“I just want to get back now,” I said.
“Tommy, you’ll keep that address safe? In case Kathy comes round.”
“I’ll keep it,” Tommy said. Then, much more solemnly than the last time: “Thanks, Ruth.”
“We’ve seen the boat,” I said, “but now we’ve got to get back. It might be over two hours back to Dover.” I put the car on the road again, and my memory of it is that we didn’t talk much more on the way back to the Kingsfield.
There was still a small group of donors huddled under the roof as we came into the Square. I turned the car before letting Tommy out. Neither of us hugged or kissed him, but as he walked away towards his fellow donors, he paused and gave us a big smile and wave.
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IT MIGHT SEEM ODD, but on the journey back to Ruth’s centre, we didn’t really discuss any of what had just happened. It was partly because Ruth was exhausted—that last conversation on the roadside seemed to have drained her. But also, I think we both sensed we’d done enough serious talking for one day, and that if we tried any more of it, things would start going wrong. I’m not sure how Ruth was feeling on that drive home, but as for me, once all the strong emotions had settled, once the night began to set in and all the lights came on along the roadside, I was feeling okay.
It was like something that had been hanging over me for a long time had gone, and even if things were still far from sorted, it felt like there was now at least a door open to somewhere better. I’m not saying I was elated or anything like that. Everything between the three of us seemed really delicate and I felt tense, but it wasn’t altogether a bad tension.
We didn’t even discuss Tommy beyond saying how he looked okay, and wondering how much weight he’d put on. Then we spent large stretches of the journey watching the road together in silence.
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It wasn’t until a few days later I came to see what a difference that trip had made. All the guardedness, all the suspicions between me and Ruth evaporated, and we seemed to remember everything we’d once meant to each other. And that was the start of it, that era, with the summer coming on, and Ruth’s health at least on an even keel, when I’d come in the evenings with biscuits and mineral water, and we’d sit side by side at her window, watching the sun go down over the roofs, talking about Hailsham, the Cottages, anything that drifted into our minds. When I think about Ruth now, of course, I feel sad she’s gone; but I also feel really grateful for that period we had at the end.
There was, even so, one topic we never discussed properly, and that was about what she’d said to us on the roadside that day.
Just every now and then, Ruth would allude to it. She’d come out with something like:
“Have you thought any more about becoming Tommy’s carer? You know you could arrange it, if you wanted to.” Soon, it was this idea—of my becoming Tommy’s carer—
that came to stand in for all the rest of it. I’d tell her I was thinking about it, that anyway it wasn’t so simple, even for me, to arrange such a thing. Then we’d usually let the topic drop. But I could tell KAZUO ISHIGURO