young woman, know nothing. Some places dangerous for you.’
He didn’t know anything either, Ruby thought. She couldn’t deal with being treated as if she were ten years old. London wasn’t a safe place, but she knew how to look after herself. She was here, wasn’t she? It was Jas who had gone under, Jas who was kind and friendly to everyone, and just a bit fucked up.
Auntie came down the inner staircase and darted straight at Ruby. Ruby braced herself for another rebuke, but Auntie took her hands and lifted them, pressing the knuckles to her own mouth. Her eyes were almost hidden in the fans of wrinkles but there were tears at the corners. Awkwardly, Ruby detached one of her hands and put it on Auntie’s shoulder. She was so small, it was like comforting a child.
‘I’m really sorry,’ Ruby began.
She had said the same words often enough before, but Auntie’s tears made her feel something different. Or maybe it was remembering Jas, or all the impressions of the day piling up inside her. Without warning she started crying again herself, beginning with a dry sob and then with her face puckering and the tears breaking out as if something hard had burst inside her.
Instantly, Auntie gathered her in her arms. She held Ruby like an infant, murmuring in Arabic and patting her hands and rubbing her arms. Mamdooh put a very big, clean and folded handkerchief into her hand.
‘You have had trouble today? Someone has tried to hurt you?’
‘No, no. I made a friend. His name is Ashraf, his brother is the taxi driver, and he … he works in the Bab al-Futuh Hospital. He showed me Garden City and a view of the Pyramids from the top of a hotel. I didn’t mean to stay out so long. How is my grandmother? What did the doctor say?’
Auntie said something in Arabic and Mamdooh nodded.
‘She is resting.’
‘Can I go up and see her?’
The old people held her between them now, one on either side.
‘First you must have food. After, you can take some tea for her. It is better you are not crying.’
Ruby understood the sense of that. And the breakfast of two eggs she had eaten in Khan al-Khalili was a long time ago.
The kitchen was quite cosy in the light from a pair of oil lamps, and there was a good smell of food. Ruby noticed how Mamdooh and Auntie moved between the table and a wood-fired oven as wordlessly as if they were part of the same organism. Mamdooh laid out spoons and three brown bowls, Auntie brought out a blackened pot from the oven. Flat bread was laid on a wooden platter, and coarse salt in a smaller bowl. They must have lived and worked together for so many years they didn’t need to discuss anything, certainly not to make bargains and score points the way Lesley and Andrew or Will and Fiona endlessly did.
They all sat down together. Ruby reached for the bread at once, then realised that the two old people were watching her, waiting for something. She wondered blankly what it could be, and then it struck her. She cast about in her mind. Her first school, the first of many, had been a Church primary. ‘Forwhatweareabouttoreceive,’ she mumbled, ‘maytheLordmakeustrulythankful.’
This seemed to fit the bill. They were being respectful of her religion. Mamdooh nodded gravely, then lifted the lid off the pot.
It had been quite a day, one way and another, Ruby thought. She had been kissed as if she had been playing Spin the Bottle at a kids’ party, and she had said grace.
Mamdooh noticed the smile that transformed her. ‘That is better. Now please eat some of this very good food.’
It was good. Chick peas and tomatoes, and some thick but tender meat. In reply to Mamdooh’s questions she told them a little about Ash and where they had spent the day.
Afterwards, Ruby carried the plates to the big old sink and Auntie showed her how they were to be washed and dried, and where to put them away.
Mamdooh prepared a tray. There was the little silver teapot and a bunch of fresh mint leaves, sugar and a glass cup in a worn silver holder. There was also a medicine bottle, a glass and some pills.
‘You like to come up now, Miss, to Mum-reese?’
‘Please call me Ruby, you know? Shall I carry that?’
‘It is for me to do, thank you.’
Ruby said goodnight to Auntie, who wrapped her arms round her again and showed her few remaining teeth in a wide smile. Ruby guessed that they had both forgiven her.
The lamp was on beside Iris’s bed, but the rest of the room was dim. Her eyes had been closed, but as soon as Mamdooh came in with Ruby behind him she opened them. At first, the expression was blank. If there was anything in the depths, it was bewilderment. But then Iris saw Ruby. Her lips moved and she tried to sit up against the pillows.
‘There you are,’ she said.
How long have I been ill this time?
I have had the lurid, monstrous dreams of a high fever, but not so many of them. I am sure it was only this morning that the doctor came, the young Frenchman called Nicolas Grosseteste. His senior partner was my doctor for many years, although I rarely needed his opinion. But poor Alphonse is dead now and Doctor Nicolas is capable enough, in his superior way. He thinks I am old and frail, but I am not quite as frail as he believes. I have had malaria and another bout would probably finish me off, but it is not malaria this time. My immune system is weakened from many years of living in equatorial climates and I am susceptible to fevers. But I feel better tonight. Seeing the child makes me feel better.
Mamdooh gives me a glass of tea.
‘Shall I hold it for you?’ Ruby asks.
‘I am not paralysed.’
‘I’ll just sit here, then.’
Mamdooh rattles the medicine bottle. I take it from him and read the label, and then the bottle of pills. There is a broad-spectrum antibiotic, and linctus for my chest. So Nicolas doesn’t think that I am about to die either.
‘Thank you. Ruby will sit with me, Mamdooh. She can help me to get ready for bed.’
He wishes us goodnight and goes away, closing the door. I sip my tea. Ruby looks less sulky than she did – when – yesterday?
‘Talk to me,’ I order. And then it comes over me, warm, loosening my limbs like a shot of pethidine, the luxury of it.
Talk to me. How long since I have said that to a living soul?
‘Um. What about?’
‘Whatever you like.’
‘Well. You know what? I saw the Pyramids today.’
‘You went out to Giza?’
‘No. I don’t think so. From the top of a hotel by the Nile.’
‘Ah, yes. What did you think?’
‘Amazing. I didn’t know they were in the middle of all the houses, though.’
She
