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‘PARTY’ has been spelt out in big burnished gold letters fixed to the wall. There’s also a Warholian Pop Art style print – an Indian girl with fearsome facial geometry gazes down imperiously in four colourways.
    â€˜Is that her?’
    Mindy joins me. ‘Oh yeah. Rupa does have an ego the size of the Arndale. See that nose?’
    â€˜The one in the middle of her face?’
    â€˜Uh-huh. Sweet sixteen present. Before …’
    Mindy puts a finger on the bridge of her nose and makes a loop in the air, coming back to rest on her top lip.
    â€˜Really?’ I feel a little guilty, discussing a woman’s augmentations in her own flat.
    â€˜Yeah. Her dad’s, like, one of the top plastic surgeons in the country so she got a discount. So, what do you think to the flat, then?’ she says, somewhat redundantly.
    â€˜I think it’s like that advert where they passed the vodka bottle across ordinary life and everything was more exciting looking through it.’
    â€˜I remember that ad,’ Mindy says. ‘It made you think about people you’d slept with when you had beer goggles on though. Shall I tell her you’ll take it? Move in Saturday?’
    â€˜What am I going to do with my things?’ I chew my lip, looking around. I was going to spoil the view by sitting down as it was.
    â€˜Do you have a lot?’ Mindy asks.
    â€˜Clothes and books. And … kitchen stuff.’
    â€˜And furniture?’
    â€˜Yes. A three-bed houseful.’
    â€˜Do you really love it?’
    I think about this. I quite like some of it. I have chosen it, after all. But in the event of a house fire, I couldn’t imagine protectively flinging myself on the occasional table nest or the tatty red Ikea couch as the flames licked higher.
    â€˜Why I ask is, you could make a deal with Rhys to leave it. You said he’s keeping the house on? It’s going to be expensive for him to go and re-buy some of the bigger items, and a hassle. You could get money for them and then get things that suit wherever you end up buying. Or you could sell everything you own and buy one amazing piece, like an Eames lounger or a Conran egg chair!’
    The Mindy paradox: sense and nonsense sharing a twin room – or even a bed, like Morecambe and not-so-Wise.
    â€˜I suppose I could. It all depends how badly Rhys wants me out, versus how badly he wants to make life difficult for me. Too close to call.’
    â€˜I can talk to him if you want.’
    â€˜Thanks, but … I’ll give it a go first.’
    We walk over to the window and the city rooftop panorama spreads out before us, lights winking on as dusk falls.
    â€˜It’s so glamorous,’ Mindy sighs.
    â€˜Too glamorous for me, maybe.’
    â€˜Don’t do that Rachel thing of talking yourself out of something that could be good.’
    â€˜Do I do that?’
    â€˜A bit.’ Mindy puts an arm around me. ‘You need a change of scene.’
    I put a reciprocal arm around her. ‘Thank you. What a scene.’
    We study it in silence for a moment.
    I point.
    â€˜Hang on, is that …?’
    â€˜What?’ Mindy squints.
    â€˜â€¦ Swansea?’
    â€˜Piss off.’

8
    Mindy has to go home to work on reports for a meeting the next day so we say our goodbyes outside the flat. I’m walking to the bus home when I find my feet taking me towards the library. A few days earlier, loitering in Waterstones, it had occurred to me that if I decided to start learning Italian, I could revise at the library. Revise for the night classes I am definitely going to sign up for, soon. And then, if I ran into Ben, it’d be chance. Just fate, giving a tiny helpful shove.
    As I approach, my posture gets better and my height increases by inches. I try to look neither left nor right at anyone as I walk in but can’t resist, my line of sight darting about like a petty con on a comedown. Central Library