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arm. He would take my hand, if we were alone, and we would walk under the elms together. Somewhere, perhaps, we are walking still. If I had woken before he died, I know I could have found him again, just a little older, a few years sadder …
    I will not deign to ask her about him, this yellow-haired, vulgar-looking, fat-breasted woman with her harlot’s painted lips and eyes. How did I get trapped with her? She has nothing to do with me!
    Where are my friends, who understand? Who would have helped him after I …
    But they are gone, if he is gone.
    And oh, Vanessa. Lytton. Vita. Even poor old Ethel, and Clive. Dear familiar names and faces. Must I be thrown among common strangers?
    Another, separate, point of pain. For oh my Angelica – beloved niece, fairy child with a mouth like your mother’s – it is not bearable if
you
are dead.
    When I left her she wasn’t even a woman. Pixerina, with her fairy kisses. Angelica. Are you gone, my dear? Just for a moment she’s here beside me, sunlight on her cap of pale hair, blue eyes wide and far away, she could never sit still, she’s tugging my hand.
    Child, did it go well for you?
    The pain again: that her life should end. That girl in white, dancing in the garden. Running to me in my chair for a hug. Her arms round my neck like a wreath of pale flowers. We threw sugar lumps down for the big-rumped horses from my balcony in Gordon Square …
    No, every fibre of my soul refuses.
    ‘Why did I come back? Couldn’t they leave me be? I want … I want … I want to go home – ’
ANGELA
    ‘Let’s just see the sea lions. Then, I promise, I’ll get you home.’
    I only meant ‘to our hotel’. But as I said it I remembered my promise, my foolish promise in the Berg Collection. The thing I had whispered under my breath, and the next moment, she was there. ‘Virginia, I’ll take you home …’
    Was that the hook that had hauled her up? Had I just wanted to feast on her?
    ‘Please come, honestly, you’ll like the seals.’
    She didn’t say ‘Yes’, but her shoulders sagged and the wild look vanished from her eyes. She walked beside me to the sea lions’ island, a barren rock in the middle of water. Close up it was entirely artificial, a man-made hill of fake golden-brown sandstone, built with a spiral track to the top.
    Did they keep two different species of sea lion together?We saw one massive yellow-gold gleaming creature, a bit like a legless elephant. It sat on the shore, unable to move. Then there were two slick dark ones – no three slick dark ones – streaking like submarines through the water, slim and playful, black princes of speed. The light dripped off them as they climbed from the water, muscular flippers scything the sand.
    We watched, Virginia and I, as the sun began to leave the hill. We watched the seals climb after it. Soon the black princes had outpaced the band of shadow that seeped up to eat the sunlight, lolloping up like three black rubber brackets, squeezing, unsqueezing, unstoppable. Now they were performing yoga twists to a clapping human audience, necks swinging round like oiled silk, heads pointing back to the dark behind them. I was excited. I joined in the clapping! Then I looked at Virginia, my own neck turning a little stiffly – I’d been neglecting my personal training – and saw her face was strained and grey. I stretched my hand out without thinking, I’m almost sure I didn’t actually touch her –
VIRGINIA
    ‘Get away from me! You’ve – kidnapped me.’
ANGELA
    American heads stopped watching the seals and turned to stare. She had really shouted. Some of the faces looked accusing. Instantly I too got angry. ‘It’s not my fault. You just –
appeared
. You just
showed up
in the Berg Collection. It’s actually a restricted library. You didn’t even have a ticket.’
    Absurd of me, of course, to reproach her for intruding in a library that’s mostly famous for having her books. Hers and Nabokov’s.
    ‘Sorry,’ I