- •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 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
books where people had sex, going over the lines again and again, trying to tease out clues. The trouble was, the books we had at Hailsham weren’t at all helpful. We had a lot of nineteenth-century stuff by Thomas Hardy and people like that, which was more or less useless. Some modern books, by people like Edna O’Brien and Margaret Drabble, had some sex in them, but it wasn’t ever very clear what was happening because the authors always assumed you’d already had a lot of sex before and there was no need to go into details. So I was having a frustrating time with the books, and the videos weren’t much better. We’d got a video player in the billiards room a couple of years earlier, and by that spring had built up quite a good collection of movies. A lot of them had sex in them, but most scenes would end just as the sex was starting up, or else you’d only see their faces and their backs.
And when there was a useful scene, it was difficult to see it more than fleetingly because there were usually twenty others in the room watching with you. We’d evolved this system where we called for particular favourite scenes to be played again—like, for instance, the moment the American jumps over the barbed wire on his bike in The Great Escape. There’d be a chant of: “Rewind!
Rewind!” until someone got the remote and we’d see the portion NEVER LET ME GO
again, sometimes three, four times. But I could hardly, by myself, start shouting for rewinds just to see sex scenes again.
So I kept delaying week by week, while I went on preparing, until the summer came and I decided I was as ready as I’d ever be.
By then, I was even feeling reasonably confident about it, and began dropping hints to Harry. Everything was going fine and according to plan, when Ruth and Tommy split up and it all got confused.
KAZUO ISHIGURO
CHAPTER NINE
What happened was that a few days after they split, I was in the Art Room with some other girls, working on a still life. I remember it being stifling that day, even though we had the fan rattling behind us. We were using charcoal, and because someone had commandeered all the easels, we were having to work with NEVER LET ME GO
our boards propped up on our laps. I was sitting beside Cynthia E., and we’d just been chatting and complaining about the heat. Then somehow we’d got onto the subject of boys, and she’d said, not looking up from her work:
“And Tommy. I knew it wouldn’t last with Ruth. Well, I suppose you’re the natural successor.” She’d said it in a throwaway manner. But Cynthia was a perceptive person, and the fact that she wasn’t part of our group just gave her remark more weight. What I mean is, I couldn’t help thinking she represented what anyone with any distance on the subject would think. After all, I’d been Tommy’s friend for years until all this couples stuff had come up. It was perfectly possible that to someone on the outside, I’d look like Ruth’s “natural successor.” I just let it go, though, and Cynthia, who wasn’t trying to make any big point, said nothing else about it.
Then maybe a day or two later, I was coming out of the pavilion with Hannah when she suddenly nudged me and nodded towards a group of boys over on the North Playing Field.
“Look,” she said quietly. “Tommy. Sitting by himself.” KAZUO ISHIGURO