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provoke this delight.
‘Coronation Street or Man U?’ Mindy asks. These are the two main sources of famous people in the city, it’s true.
‘Neither,’ Caroline says. ‘And this is a quiz for Rachel.’
I shrug, crunching on some ice with my back teeth.
‘Uh … Darren Day?’
‘No.’
‘Lembit Opik?’
‘No.’
‘My dad?’
‘Why would I see your dad?’
‘He could be over from Sheffield, having a clandestine affair behind my mum’s back.’
‘In which case I’d announce it in the form of a fun quiz?’
‘OK, I give up.’
Caroline sits back with a triumphant look on her face.
‘English Ben.’
I go hot and cold at the same time, like I’ve suddenly caught the flu. Slight nausea is right behind the temperature fluctuation. Yep, the analogy holds.
Ivor twists round to look at Caroline.
‘English Ben? What kind of nickname is that? As opposed to what?’
‘Is he any relation to Big Ben?’ Mindy asks.
‘English Ben,’ Caroline repeats. ‘Rachel knows who I mean.’
I feel like Alec Guinness in Star Wars when Luke Skywalker turns up at his cave and starts asking for Obi Wan Kenobi. Now there’s a name I’ve not heard in a long, long time …
‘Where was he?’ I say.
‘Going into Central Library.’
‘How about telling old “Two Legs Ivor” who you’re on about?’ Ivor asks.
‘I could be “Hindi Mindy”,’ Mindy offers, and Ivor looks like he’s going to explain something to her, then changes his mind.
‘He was a friend at uni, remember,’ I say, covering my mouth with my glass in case my face is betraying more than I want. ‘Off my course. Hence, English. Ben.’
‘If he was a friend of yours, why is Caroline all … wriggly?’ Mindy asks.
‘Caroline always fancied him,’ I say, glad this is the truth, if nothing like the whole truth, so help me God.
‘Ah.’ Mindy gives me an appraising look. ‘You can’t have fancied him then, because you and Caroline and taste in men – never the twain shall meet.’
I could kiss Mindy for this.
‘True,’ I agree, emphatically.
‘He still looks fine,’ Caroline says, and my stomach starts flopping around like a live crustacean heading for the pot in the Yang Sing kitchen. ‘He was in a gorgeous suit and tie.’
‘A suit, you say? This man is fascinating,’ Ivor says. ‘What a character. I’m compelled to know more. Oh. No, hang on – I’m not.’
‘Did you and he ever …?’ Mindy asks Caroline. ‘I’m trying to place him …’
‘God, no, I wasn’t glamorous enough for him, I don’t think any of us were, were we, Rach? Bit of a womaniser. But somehow nice with it.’
‘Yep,’ I squeak.
‘Wait! I remember Ben! All like, preppy, smart and confident?’ Mindy says. ‘We thought he must be rich and then it was like, no, he just … washes.’ She looks at Ivor, who takes the bait.
‘Oh, rings a vague bell. Poser who was …’ Ivor flips his collar up ‘… Is it handsome in here or is it just me?’
‘He wasn’t like that!’ I laugh, nervously.
‘You lost touch with Ben completely?’ Caroline asks. ‘Not Facebook friends or anything?’
Severed touch with him. Touch was torn in half, like chesting the ribbon at the end of a race.
‘No. I mean, yeah. Not seen Ben since uni.’
And my seven hundred and eighty-one Google searches yielded no results.
‘I’ve seen him at the library a few times, it’s only now it’s clicked and I realised why I recognised him. He must be staying in Manchester. Do you want me to say hello if I see him again, pass on your mobile number?’
‘No!’ I say, with a note of panic not entirely absent from my voice. I feel I have to explain this, so I add: ‘It could sound as if I’m after him.’
‘If you were only friends before, why would he automatically think that?’ Caroline asks, not unreasonably.
‘I’m single after such a long time. I don’t know, it could be misinterpreted. And I’m not looking to … I don’t want it to look like, here’s my single friend who wants me to auction her phone number to men in the street,’ I waffle.
‘Well, I wasn’t going to put it on a card in a phone box!’ Caroline huffs.
‘I know, I know, sorry.’ I pat her arm. ‘I am so, so out of practice at this.’
A pause, with sympathetic smiles from Mindy and Caroline.
‘I’ll hook you up with some hotness, when you’re ready.’ Mindy pats my arm.
‘Woah,’ Ivor says.
‘What?’
‘Judging from the men you do date, I’m trying to imagine the ones you pass over. I’m getting a message from my brain: the server understood your request but is refusing to fulfil it.’
‘Oh, considering your rancid trollops, this is rich.’
‘No, it was that thundering helmet Bruno who was rich, remember?’
‘Aherm, he also had a nice bum.’
‘So there you go,’ Caroline interrupts. ‘Have we cheered you up? Feeling brighter?’
‘Yes. A sort of nuclear glow,’ I say.
‘More serious Slush Puppy?’ Caroline asks.
I hold my glass up.
‘Shitloads, please.’
3
I met Ben at the end of our first week at Manchester University. I initially thought he was a second or third year, because he was with the older team who’d set up trestle tables in my halls of residence bar to issue our accommodation ID cards. In fact, he’d started off as a customer, same as me. In what I’d later discover was a typically garrulous, generous Ben thing to do, he’d offered to help and hopped over the tables when they’d complained they were short-handed.
I wouldn’t have been upright myself, but my hangover had woken me and told me it desperately needed Ribena. The grounds of my halls were as deserted at nine a.m. as if it was dawn. Draining the bottle as I walked back from the shops in the autumn sunshine, I saw a small queue snaking out of the bar’s double doors. Being British, and a nervous fresher, I thought I’d better join it.
When I got to the front and a space appeared in front of Ben, I stepped forward.
His mildly startled but not at all displeased expression seemed to read, quite clearly: ‘Ooh, and you are?’
This startled me back, not least because it somehow wasn’t leery. On a good day (which this wasn’t) I thought I scrubbed up reasonably well but I hadn’t had many looks like this before. It was