I went upstairs to bed wondering how I was going to communicate this to her mother. I crawled in, still wearing the robe. My last thought was that I’d been propositioned three times in the course of the day. Two had been commercial and the other was only in fun.
9
I phoned Marisha Karatsky and said I had news of her
daughter although I hadn’t exactly located her.
‘You’ve seen her? Spoken to her?’
‘Yes.’
‘She’s well… not sick?’
‘No, but I have to talk to you.’
She worked from her home in Dulwich Hill. The building had been a large warehouse now divided into apartments. Security door. I buzzed the number she’d given me. She had a top level spot-large floor space, open plan kitchen and living and three bedrooms. Pricey, depending on when she bought it. Maybe she rented. Expensive either way. She invited me in and brewed up some coffee. She wore a long smock over black flared trousers. As a rule small people shouldn’t wear flared pants, but she managed to look good. The heels helped. We sat at a low table with the coffee mugs. A large window gave a wide view of nothing in particular. It let in a lot of light and my head still ached. She saw me wince.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘I got hit on the head. The light bothers me a bit.’
She drew some curtains and everything softened. ‘Not by Kristina, I hope.’
‘No. By a brick wall. Although she helped.’
‘Oh, my God. I’m sorry.’
‘It’s all right. Goes with the job. Nothing serious.’
I told her everything from Tempe to Paddington via Alexandria without pulling any punches. She sipped her coffee and her face remained expressionless although her dark eyes with the shadows beneath them seemed to become more hooded. My coffee was cool by the time I finished but I drank it anyway, along with a couple of painkillers from the supply in my pocket.
‘Fifteen,’ she said, ‘and a whore.’
‘For what it’s worth,’ I said. ‘It could be worse. The Alexandria place is well run. She seems to be able to look after herself. The guy there said she tested clear for drugs. I’m inclined to believe him.’
‘But at the house in Tempe they said-’
‘Could’ve been a pose. I’m not saying she’s not a very confused and conflicted young woman.’
She stood and began to pace around the big room, her high heels clacking on the polished floorboards. Watching her, I began to see similarities between her and her daughter despite the difference in size-the same mass of dark hair, facial refinement, grace of movement. She sat down and leaned towards me across the table, her eyes huge, her mouth trembling.
‘I wasn’t entirely honest with you, Mr Hardy.’
I tried a reassuring grin. ‘Like the knock on the head, it goes with the job.’
‘You say her clothes. . the white clothes looked expensive?’
‘Very.’
She said, ‘Shit,’ pronouncing it almost like a foreign word. ‘I thought when I found the Tempe address and from the clothes she was wearing lately she was at least being… you saw the T-shirt-a pinball place.’
I nodded.
‘I thought you might find her working at a fast food place, smoking dope, taking ecstasy at dance parties. Bad enough, but not…’
She was shaking, coming apart. I moved around the table to the two-seater chair and put my arm around her shoulders. She drew closer, her small body seeming to shrink into my bulk.
‘What, Marisha?’
‘Not with… him.’
‘Who?’
She didn’t move away and she stopped shaking after a while. It was some time since I’d been that close to a woman and I enjoyed the contact. Her hair smelled of herbal shampoo and I wanted to stroke it.
‘I…there was a man. I was with him for a time. I thought he was a good man but one day I found him with Kristina. He had bought her clothes and makeup and shoes and she was all dressed up for him. I don’t think he had… what’s the word?’
‘Molested?’
‘Yes, molested. I don’t think so, but I wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was not the first time. I sent him away and I threw out the things. Kristina screamed. A big fight, but she calmed down.’
‘When was this?’
She pulled away then and I let her go. She turned her head to look up at me and there were questions as well as pain in her eyes. Something had happened between us, and it wasn’t to do with Kristina. The reaction I’d had to her at my place was back, stronger.
‘Two years ago. She was thirteen. She was always precocious…’
‘No,’ I gripped her wrist. ‘That’s wrong. With a kid of thirteen, the responsibility is always on the adult. Always, Marisha!’
‘Yes. You are right. He telephoned and I know she spoke to him again. I changed the number. We moved to this place. She saw a counsellor for a little time and I thought…’
‘Did he have money, this guy?’
‘Yes, he had money. I think so.’
‘You think so.’ I couldn’t help a critical note creeping in. ‘How long were you with him?’
She pulled right away and leaned back. A long breath, in and out. ‘It is difficult to explain, Mr Hardy.’
‘Cliff-my name’s Cliff.’
‘Cliff. You said you had a daughter you hadn’t raised- perhaps you will understand.’
I was willing. I eased away and nodded.
‘I came to this country twelve years ago. Kristina’s father had died, but his brother was here and he. . sponsored me and my daughter. I had university degrees from Poland but they weren’t recognised. I had to study to get qualifications and to improve my English. I worked-cleaning, kitchens in restaurants, waitressing-it was very hard. But slowly I improved. I could speak English. An educated person in Poland speaks English.’
‘They teach languages better there than we do here,’ I said. ‘I can barely read a French menu.’
‘But I wanted to work with words, with language. Words are my passion, my…’
‘Talent,’ I said. ‘I can see that.’
She smiled. ‘Thank you. I got the Australian degree and I began to get translating work with different companies- leaflets, websites…’
‘You picked that up too?’
‘I did. It’s not so hard. What’s wrong?’
‘Not a thing. I’m impressed.’
‘I don’t understand that. I still have difficulties. But with all this work I neglected her, Kristina. I tried, but I failed. She began not going to school, missing …?’
‘Wagging, we used to say. Then it was jigging, now I think it’s ditching.’
‘English is such a strange language. Yes. I was worried. Then I met Stefan, Steve as he called himself. Swedish, handsome. He said he had heard I had a number of languages and he wanted something translated from Swedish. I know Polish, German, French and Russian. Not much Swedish, but…’ Her elegant shrug filled in the gap.
‘This is him?’
‘Yes. Stefan Parnevik. I’m still not sure what he did for money, but he had a lot. A car, clothes, credit cards. All these were things I wanted and would work to get, but they were still not there yet for me. He gave me money. Enough to put a deposit on a little flat. He was there often. He took me to dinner. I… felt stronger. I had more time. I got more work at better pay. I paid off as much of the mortgage as I could, very fast. Then I found Stefan and Kristina together in the way I said.’
Telling the story was exhausting her and I told her to stop. There was still coffee in the pot and I took the cups and microwaved it. A Hardy special, never mind if it makes it bitter-good excuse for sugar.
She’d composed herself when I got back with the coffee and the haunted look had receded a bit. ‘I didn’t think I’d ever have to talk about this,’ she said.