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It was hard seeing Chels at Willy’s wedding. There were loads of feelings still there, feelings I’dsuppressed, feelings I hadn’t suspected. I also felt a certain way about the hungry-looking mentrailing after her, circling her, nagging1 her to dance.
Jealousy2 got the better of me that night, and I told her so, which made me feel worse. And a bitpathetic.
I needed to move on, meet someone new. Time, as the doctor predicted, would fix my todger.
When would it work its magic on my heart?
Mates tried to help. They mentioned names, arranged meetings, dates.
Nothing ever panned out. So I was barely listening when they mentioned another name in thesummer of 2011. They told me a bit about her—brilliant, beautiful, cool—and mentioned herrelationship status. She’d just recently become single, they said. And she won’t be single long,Spike!
She’s free, man. You’re free.
Am I?
And you’re well matched! No doubt you two will hit it off.
I rolled my eyes. When does that prediction ever pan out?
But then, wonder of wonders, it did. We did. We sat at the bar, chatted and laughed, while thefriends with us melted away, along with the walls and the drinks and the barman. I suggested thewhole group go back to Clarence House for a nightcap.
We sat around talking, listened to music. Lively group. Merry group. When the party broke up,when everybody cleared out, I gave Florence a lift home. That was her name. Florence. Thougheveryone called her Flea3.
She lived in Notting Hill, she said. Quiet street. When we pulled up outside her flat she invitedme up for a cup of tea. Sure, I said.
I asked my bodyguard4 to drive around the block a few hundred times.
Was it that night or another that Flea told me about her distant ancestor? Actually, it wasprobably neither. A mate told me later, I think. In any event, he’d led the Charge of the LightBrigade, the doomed5 advance on Russian guns in Crimea. Incompetent6, possibly mad, he’d causedthe deaths of a hundred men. A shameful7 chapter, the polar opposite of Rorke’s Drift, and now Iwas taking a page from his book, bullishly charging full steam ahead. Over that first cup of EarlGrey, I was asking myself: Could she be my person?
The connection was that strong.
But I was also that mad. And I could see she knew it, read it all over my non–poker face. Ihoped she found it charming.
Apparently8 she did. The weeks that followed were idyllic9. We saw each other often, laughed alot, and no one knew.
Hope got the better of me.
Then the press found out and down came the curtain on our idyll.
Flea phoned me in tears. There were eight paps outside her flat. They’d chased her halfwayacross London.
She’d just seen herself described by one paper as “an underwear model.” Based on aphotoshoot done years and years before! Her life boiled down to one photo, she said. It was soreductive, so degrading.
Yes, I said quietly. I know what that feels like.
They were digging, digging, ringing up everyone she’d ever known. They were already afterher family. They were giving her the full Caroline Flack treatment, while still giving it to Carolineas well.
Flea just kept saying: I can’t do this.
She said she was under twenty-four-hour surveillance. Like some kind of criminal. I couldhear sirens in the background.
She was upset, crying, and I felt like crying, but of course I didn’t.
She said one last time: I can’t do this anymore, Harry10.
I had the phone on speaker. I was on the second floor of Clarence House, standing11 by thewindow, surrounded by beautiful furnishings. Lovely room. The lamps were low, the rug at myfeet was a work of art. I pressed my face against the window’s cold polished glass and asked Fleato see me one last time, at least talk it over.
Soldiers went marching past the house. Changing of the guard.
No.
She was firm.
Weeks later I got a call from one of the friends who’d set us up at the bar. Didja hear? Flea’sgot back with the old boyfriend!
Has she?
Wasn’t meant to be, I guess.
Right.
The friend told me he’d heard that it was Flea’s mother who told her to end things, whowarned her that the press would destroy her life. They’ll hound you to the gates of Hell, her mothersaid.
Yeah, I told the friend. Mums do know best.
1 nagging | |
adj.唠叨的,挑剔的;使人不得安宁的v.不断地挑剔或批评(某人)( nag的现在分词 );不断地烦扰或伤害(某人);无休止地抱怨;不断指责 | |
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2 jealousy | |
n.妒忌,嫉妒,猜忌 | |
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3 flea | |
n.跳蚤 | |
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4 bodyguard | |
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5 doomed | |
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6 incompetent | |
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adv.显然地;表面上,似乎 | |
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n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
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