The Lesser Bohemians by Eimear McBride

Author:Eimear McBride [Eimear McBride]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780571327867
Publisher: Faber & Faber
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

I crawl up the bed and offer my mouth. He kisses it too. Lets me put my arms round and find he is a bit like glass. But I want him to know I think he’s such a fine man. He won’t though. He’ll never think that. And once I’ve settled back he just carries on.

She was a bad girl too. She’d flirt mercilessly with me. I’d go so red the drunks would roar Forget it lad, she’d tear you limb from limb! But I loved that, the ordinariness, being part of a joke. I used to run back from work just to watch her peel spuds. She’d pretend to be annoyed but kiss me up against the door, then throw me back out shouting Behave yourself youngster! Before long we were getting wasted together, usually with her mates in their half-empty dorm. End up shagging away while they’d complain, chucking pillows or moaning along. The occasional glass of water thrown over us, after which there’d be screaming and chasing about. She encouraged all that and would dare us to kiss. Then I’ll-show-mine-if-you’ll-show-yours and on to the next until I ended up getting passed around between them all. I think it became their mission to teach me how to do the filthiest stuff – which I now realise they didn’t know anything about – but, after everything, you can imagine how I took to being fussed on by four pretty girls. It was all very harmless though. And I’ve done that kind of thing plenty since but it’s never the same, just drink and drugs and athletics. Fairly grim really. Not like those nights. We were only young and had all had our innocence kicked out of us. Pretending to be grown up but, really, just being friends. Nothing heavy. No demands. The confidence it gave me, I hardly knew myself. And, more importantly, because of those girls I liked women again –which could have easily gone the other way because there was so much anger – but instead they set me on my feet. Little-brothered me too. Taught me how to smoke. Made me grow my hair out. Get some decent clothes. And somehow in that room I got to decide who I wanted to be. They seemed to like this boy who was getting a little cocky, took too many drugs but had a laugh and I liked him too so I put him on. From the moment I did the tic was gone and that terrified boy got locked away. I didn’t want him any more and no one needed to know he’d ever been. And that new persona got me through the next few years. So I owe a lot to those girls and, to this very day, the sight of a pink candlewick bedspread – oh my fucking God!

What happened to them? Did you all stay friends?

We didn’t. It just petered out in the end. Someone moved away. She got a different job. I went to drama school.

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