Despite the fact that he never spoke to her when she was here, Geek Boy rang the MC tonight, probably to tell her that we’re running out of food and there’s no washing powder left. (Sigmund, as per usual, was in the Bunker. He seems to be going through all five hundred Bob Dylan albums in chronological order, which means he won’t be out till the weekend at the earliest!!!) After he finished grunting into the phone, Justin said the MC wanted to talk to me but I said to tell her I was busy. In an UNPRECEDENTED gesture of sensitivity and diplomacy, Justin put the phone on hold and said I should talk to her or I’d hurt her feelings. I said what was he trying to do, make me cry? What about MY feelings? Then he said I was acting like a child!!! Is that rich or what? I said I wasn’t the one who ran away from home.
I’d LITERALLY just hung up from talking to D when the phone rang again. I practically jumped!!! It was Sappho. She said the MC was really hurt that I wouldn’t talk to her. I said she wasn’t the only one who was hurt. How did she think I felt? Sappho said maybe I should try to put myself in the MC’s place, and I said that was not a location I ever wanted to be in.
As you know, I was v traumatized when I saw Elvin at the V&A with my parents’ other child. But I have had time to think about it and I realize I may have overreacted. Just because Elvin didn’t LOOK as if he were in pain doesn’t mean that he wasn’t. Riding a bike and holding a camera aren’t exactly the same thing, are they? And maybe he was suffering when I spoke to him on the phone, but his hand started to heal rather spectacularly after that. So I decided to put it behind us and after I talked to D I rang up Elvin. As a Serious Film-Maker (and an older man) I reckoned he might have some valuable advice for me during these difficult times. His mother said he wasn’t in. I said could she tell him Janet rang. She said Janet who? I said Bandry. And do you know what she said?!! She wanted to know if I was Justin’s sister!!! Maybe I should encourage Geek Boy to visit India for a couple of years. He’d love India. It’s absolutely FILLED with poor people who live on the street.
I couldn’t get to sleep so finally I decided to see if Sigmund had left any wine in the fridge. I reckoned a glass of wine would help me relax. It was one in the morning, but the light was still on in the Bunker. At first I thought Sigmund had thoughtfully turned his stereo down really low, but then I realized the sound I could hear was him talking on the phone so I tiptoed down the hall to listen. I reckoned he was talking to Mrs Kennedy. He wasn’t. He was talking to Mrs Bandry!!! Even more AMAZING, he was begging her to come home. I can only assume it’s the car he’s after.