Em and the Big Hoom by Jerry Pinto

Author:Jerry Pinto
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-06-23T16:00:00+00:00

7.

‘The Disgusting Bitch’

We never knew when the weather would change dramatically with Em. You’re vulnerable to those you love and they acknowledge this by being gentle with you, but with Em you could never be sure whether she was going to handle you as if you were made of glass or take your innermost self into a headlock. Sometimes it seemed part of her mental problem. Sometimes it seemed part of her personality. ‘That’s not her, it’s her problem,’ Susan once said to me, when she found me weeping because of something Em had said. It became a way of escaping the sharpness of her tongue. But it also became a way of escaping her as a person. We could always dismiss what she was saying as an emanation of the madness, not an insult or a hurt or a real critique to be taken seriously. We often did dismiss what she said, but more often than not, it was self-defence.

And there were times when all defences failed.

I come home from a bad day at my first job. I’m twenty and I’ve been assigned a story. At my position on the totem pole, the story is not about what I think of the issues involved, it is about what other people think. My job is to make them think aloud and put it all down on paper, and to that end, I must call and ask them for their time. But no one is available. One is out of town and nobody knows how he can be reached. The next is not at home and when I call his office he’s ‘not on his seat’. The secretary of a third appears to have put his phone permanently off the hook. I call and call and all the time I’m aware that there’s a whole beast of a machine waiting for copy. The desk, the designers, the editor, all looking at you as if you’re shirking if you stop calling even for a minute. I need quotes and the only quote I’ve managed to get is from the B-List, an add-on remark which is not without value but only when the experts from the A-List, the politicians, the CEOs, the film stars, have spoken. And none of them have.

When I’m home, I’m hoping to set it all down, though I know failure is never shed so easily. Victories evanesce quickly enough. Failure hangs around you like a cloak and everyone is kind and pretends not to see it.

Not Em.

She wades into the thick of it.

‘Bad day at the office? I can smell it on you. Now there’s a man beaten by the system I would say to the bishop, if there were a bishop sitting next to me. But this ain’t no bishop, this is my son and he’s no great big ball of gas today. Give us a hug.’

I give her a hug. She reeks of beedi smoke and hair oil and Iodex.

‘You in pain?’

‘Pain pain go away, come again some other day.

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