“There is more, Ivy. There isso much more. He has this… Ivy, he has this thing he does with his fingers.”
She stops. She looks at me. “I have a confession.”
“Yes.”
“Don't react. Just let me say it. And then we move on.”
“All right.”
She floats on her back and looks at the sky.
“I have not been with anyone else since McFilthy.”
I look at her.
“How long has that been?”
“Amonth.”
I sit up in the water. “Becks.”
“Don’t you dare say the M-word. I just have not… I have not gotroundto anyone else.”
“You have not got round to anyone else. You, who fucked twins on a yacht.”
“That was years ago.”
“That was last summer.”
“Don'tpinme to atimeline, Ivy.”
“You who sometimes dates three people at the same time on three different nights of the week.”
“Stop it.”
“Becks.”
“Don't say it.”
“You're beingmonogamous.”
She pretends to be affronted. “You take that back!”
I am laughing again. She is splashing me with one hand. “I am not beinganything,” she says. “I justlike him. I just want togo hometo him. There is nothing. Don't make it weird.”
“How am I making it weird?”
“You are making it weird with yourface.”
I laugh out loud again.
“Your face is doing the thing where you haveopinions.”
“My face is full of joy on your behalf.”
Becks splashes me again and then floats with her eyes closed and her mouth in a line that is trying very hard not to be a smile.
The second bottle of Ruinart is in the bucket by the time I remember the meeting I’d missed. “So. The Foundation.”
