The New Samurai by Harvey-Berrick Jane

Author:Harvey-Berrick, Jane [Harvey-Berrick, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: The New Samurai
Publisher: Harvey Berrick Publishing
Published: 2014-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – August

Sam was awake for a long time after that. A solitary bottle of beer kept him company.

He felt cursed with a photographic memory, replaying over and over everything he’d said, everything she had done, the day rewinding in slow motion. And then: he kept coming back to the look on Tara’s face – the one just after she’d hit him – the fury and the hurt written in her eyes.

He told himself he’d be able to fix that, that she’d listen to the truth. He wasn’t very good at lying to himself – and he didn’t believe himself either. But still: he hoped.

The result of his disturbed night was that he slept rather later than usual. He was woken by the sound of Paul moving around next door.

Damn. He’d wanted to be up early – maybe catch Tara at the pool before it got too crowded. Well, it was too late for that now. He’d have to do it the hard way.

He threw on some clothes and ran lightly up to the next storey, which was one of the women’s floors. He’d spent half the night deciding what he’d say to her, so he tapped on her door without thinking it through any further.

There was no response

He tried again. “Tara, it’s Sam. Can we talk?”

Nothing.

Then the door next to Tara’s room opened and Heidi, a recently arrived New Zealander, looked out.

“Oh, it’s you. Tara’s not here – she’s gone away.”

Sam was taken aback. “Where’s she gone?”

“Huh, like I’d tell you! You know, you’re a real shit, Sam, treating Tara like that.”

Sam frowned. “I haven’t done anything that…” he paused. “Will you at least tell me when she’s getting back?”

She threw him another disgusted look and closed her door firmly.

Bloody women! Why were they all so unreasonable?

Yoshi caught him as he wandered back to his room.

“We plan our trip now, Sam-san?” said Yoshi.

Sam nodded slowly, his mind elsewhere.

“Yeah, sure. Just give me 10 minutes. I have to write a letter.”

Yoshi bowed and they agreed to rendezvous in the nearby coffee shop for a late breakfast. Yoshi’s favourite place was Mr Donut, where you could order a pastry of poached egg and ham. Sam had never been able to figure out how they got the poached egg to stay runny in the middle of a pastry. To Yoshi, this was the most English of breakfasts.

Sam sat at his desk, his head in his hands, thinking about what he wanted to say to Tara: words that would over-ride what she had thought she’d seen, what she must have imagined had happened. Eventually he picked up his pen and began to write, the words flowing more quickly as he moved down the page.

When he’d finished, he folded the sheet of paper twice and ran back up to the floor above, throwing an irritated glance at Heidi’s room, and pushed the paper under Tara’s door. He hoped she’d at least read it before she ripped it into shreds – she’d looked pretty angry.

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