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be the future, surely? London Zoo was so much larger. Those iron cages looked Victorian. Again I thought ‘It’s just a dream.’
    But the American voices were so loud and real, and the light was sharp in the woman’s wrinkles. Her mouth was tight as she searched for the dollars. There were fat children eating coloured ice creams. One of them looked at me and giggled.
    I liked to know what I earned, as a writer. But when we went out together, Leonard paid.
ANGELA
    ‘Poor polar bear. So huge and yellow. It looks sort of … left behind. I can’t help feeling sorry for it.’
VIRGINIA
    The woman was jumping to conclusions.
    ‘It would devour you. One swipe of its paw.
Pif, paf!
You would be gone.’
ANGELA
    Thank you.
VIRGINIA
    A second later, it had slipped into its pond, and an African keeper said ‘Hurry downstairs,’ where we found a wide window under the water, and almost before we had got used to the dark and the bright blue oblong of glass beside us, a massive turbine of white and yellow erupted against the stillness, and two pink paw-pads pressed at the window before the bear forged back up to the surface – immense power, effortless – a swirl of bright bubbles like a cape of minnows. I felt to my marrow the thrill of life. I was there, I saw it. I was alive.
    And yet, that wall of glass between us. A line where two universes collide. The bear was totally indifferent to us.
    Of course, I wanted to tell Leonard.
ANGELA
    She was enjoying herself, I know. Her eyes brightened. She was walking fast.
    We loved the underground viewing window for the penguins! I had only ever seen them above ground. Hobbity creatures with a comic waddle. Swimming, they were unbelievably swift – straight as an arrow, aerodynamic. So fast that when they shot up to the surface they took off out of the water like birds!
    The first time it happened Virginia hooted, we stood there together and laughed with pleasure – a line of tiny planestaking off, kids shooting off the end of a slide. I thought, Gerda would love the penguins. And as I thought it, my iPhone pinged.
    Guilt. Of course it would be Gerda. The email was short and to the point. ‘What are you DOING? I miss you, Fish Face.’
    Darling Gerda. I emailed back, ‘Doing my duty. Are you in a lesson?’ I was going to add more, I really was, but when I looked up, Virginia was gone.
    I found her outside in the late sunlight, watching a rocky island in a lake where two blond monkeys were pressed together. Delicate ears, bright pink faces. One moment wrestling, the next caressing. Maybe they were lovers, or brother and sister, or both, but they lived in a world of two.
    Virginia didn’t acknowledge my presence. She watched the monkeys, far away.
VIRGINIA (
still not looking at Angela
)
    ‘I blame myself. I abandoned him. I thought he might work better without me.’
ANGELA (
too quickly, wanting to help
)
    ‘Leonard did work. Don’t torment yourself.’
    One monkey leaped on the other’s back, mounting it, briefly, then stroked or cuffed the underling’s head. For a while they nuzzled and licked each other. All the time Virginia was watching them. Two strands of grey hair whipped across her face, blowing across her wounded mouth.
    I felt protective, but her eyes flashed back at me.
VIRGINIA
    ‘What do you mean? What do you know? Why are you calling my husband “Leonard”?’
    (The woman dares to know more than me, she knows everything about my husband –
    I’m a wicked woman. I left him, left him)
ANGELA
    ‘I know – Mr Woolf – wrote many books. And – people loved him.’
VIRGINIA (
sighing
)
    ‘So he did go on. He did his work. I wanted nothing more than that.’
    (And yet, that furious stab of hurt.)
    This stupid, unfamiliar place. The poor monkeys, on their barren island. Yet they are happy because they are two. Grooming each other, chattering, tickling, playing at tag – so once did we.
    If only you were here, my love. We could walk out and face them arm in