Polo by Jilly Cooper

Author:Jilly Cooper
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction, Modern & contemporary fiction (post c 1945), General, Fiction - General, General & Literary Fiction, Modern fiction
ISBN: 9780552156165
Publisher: Corgi
Published: 2008-06-25T07:00:00+00:00

40

Angel lived in a rundown housing estate near the airport. Bibi was appalled by his room which was tiny, airless and impossibly hot, with only a minute chest of drawers, a narrow bed little wider than an ironing board, no carpets and no curtains.

`This is awful. Why didn't you tell me?'

`Would you have listened?'

`Why've you put tin foil on the windows?'

`Zee sun gets up earlier than I like to do.'

Down the landing was a grimy bathroom, with a john, a cracked basin and a creaking inadequate shower.

`Miguel found this room,' said Angel. `He theenk eet five star for spy of Alejandro.'

`We'll move you tomorrow, right. I'm so sorry. I feel terrible.'

Bibi moved to the chest of drawers, admiring first the photograph of Pedro. `He's like you, and so handsome.' `He's dead,' snapped Angel.

`That's a purple heart,' said Bibi in surprise. `Dad got one in Korea.'

`Eet was sent me by American pilot.' Removing his dinner jacket and black tie, Angel threw them in the corner. `He won eet in Vietnam. He say it was the most important of his medal, and he wish to present it as a token of respect to the professionalism and unbreakable courage of Argentine pilots.'

`But that's wonderful,' sighed Bibi.

`The Eenglish say we were kamikaze, but a fighter pilot 'as to be in complete control. We were fighting for something that was ours. We knew it was dangerous, but we 'ad to go on.'

Slightly frightened by the fanaticism in his eyes, Bibi picked up the jar of earth. `What's this?'

`Malvinas earth. I brung it back. One day it will be Argentine earth.'

Tears triggered off by champagne filled Bibi's eyes. `I'm so sorry.'

`I don't need peety,' snarled Angel. `I need vengeance.'

A Simenon paperback lay face down by the bed. Bibi blushed as she remembered how she and Red had bitched in French about Angel at Christmas. As he pulled his shirt out of his trousers, she went over and put her arms round his neck. For a second Angel went rigid. `I thought I was the one calling the shoots.'

`I'm just checking the monitors,' whispered Bibi.

Looking down, he could see between her breasts to her scarlet pants and breathed in the remains of Giorgio and the acid reek of hot, hopelessly excited woman. Her nose might be like Concorde, but her eyes were dark, long, loving and glazed with desire. She was Bart's daughter,rich as an Arab sheik and the key to worldly goods.

Angel laid a warm, steady hand on the back of her neck, then stretched his long fingers round to the front to gently stroke her cheek. Bibi gave a moan as he spat on the thumb of his other hand and smoothed away the mascara that had streaked under her eyes. Her mouth, huge, red and smudged, was trembling as Angel ran a lazy tongue along her upper lip then back along the lower one, then, slowly, as his hand slid down her neck to caress her collar bone, he kissed her properly. Simultaneously he turned her sideways, so his left hand could slide into her coral dress to stroke her breasts.

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