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the rooms on the ground floor and the second； the loft is my domain entirely and home of the Wasp Factory； no less； but that one room on the first floor I don't know； I have never even seen inside。
I do know he has some chemicals in there； and I suppose he does experiments or something； but what the room looks like； what he actually does in there； I have no idea。 All I've ever got out of it are a few funny smells and the tap…tap of my father's stick。
I stroked the long handle of the trowel； wondering if my father had a name for that stick of his。 I doubted it。 He doesn't attach the same importance to them as I do。 I know they are important。
I think there is a secret in the study。 He had hinted as much more than once； just vaguely； just enough to entice me so that I want to ask what； so that he knows that I want to ask。 I don't ask； of course； because I wouldn't get any worthwhile answer。 If he did tell me anything it would be a pack of lies； because obviously the secret wouldn't be a secret any more if he told me the truth； and he can feel； as I do； that with my increasing maturity he needs all the holds over me he can get； I'm not a child any more。 Only these little bits of bogus power enable him to think he is in control of what he sees as the correct father…son relationship。 It's pathetic really； but with his little games and his secrets and his hurtful remarks he tries to keep his security intact。
I leaned back in the wooden chair and stretched。 I like the smell of the kitchen。 The food； and the mud on our wellingtons； and sometimes the faint tang of cordite ing up from the cellar all give me a good； tight； thrilling feel when I think about them。 It smells different when it's been raining and our clothes are wet。 In the winter the big black stove pumps out heat fragrant with driftwood or peat； and everything steams and the rain hammers against the glass。 Then it has a fortable； closed…in feeling； making you feel cosy； like a great big cat with its tail curled round itself。 Sometimes I wish we had a cat。 All I've ever had was a head； and that the seagulls took。
I went to the toilet； down the corridor off the kitchen； for a crap。 I didn't need a pee because I'd been pissing on the Poles during the day； infecting them with my scent and power。
I sat there and thought about Eric； to whom such an unpleasant thing happened。 Poor twisted bugger。 I wondered； as I have often wondered； how I would have coped。 But it didn't happen to me。 I have stayed here and Eric was the one who went away and it all happened somewhere else； and that's all there is to it。 I'm me and here's here。
I listened； wondering if I could hear my father。 Perhaps he had gone straight to bed。 He often sleeps in the study rather than in the big bedroom on the second floor； where mine is。 Maybe that room holds too many unpleasant （or pleasant） memories for him。 Either way； I couldn't hear any snoring。
I hate having to sit down in the toilet all the time。 With my unfortunate disability I usually have to； as though I was a bloody woman； but I hate it。 Sometimes in the Cauldhame Arms I stand up at the urinal； but most of it ends up running down my hands or legs。
I strained。 Plop splash。 Some water came up and hit my bum； and that was when the phone went。
'Shit；' I said； and then laughed at myself。 I cleaned my arse quickly and pulled my trousers up； pulling the chain； too； and then waddling out into the corridor； zipping up。 I ran up the broad stairs to the first…floor landing； where our only phone is。 I'm forever on at my father to get more phones put in； but he says we don't get called often enough to warrant extensions。 I got to the phone before whoever was calling rang off。 My father hadn't appeared。
'Hello；' I said。 It was a call…box。
'Skraw…aak！' screamed a voice at the other end。 I held the receiver away from my ear and looked at it； scowling。 Tinny yells continued to e from the earpiece。 When they stopped I put my ear back to it。
'Porteneil 53l；' I said coldly。
'Frank！ Frank！ It's me。 Me！ Hello there！ Hello！'
'Is there an echo on this line or are you saying everything twice？' I said。 I could recognise Eric's voice。
'Both！ Ha ha ha ha ha！'
'Hello； Eric。 Where are you？'
'Here！ Where are you？'
'Here。'
'If we're both here； why are we bothering with the phone？'
'Tell me where you are before your money runs out。'
'But if you're here you must know。 Don't you know where you are？' He started to giggle。
I said calmly： 'Stop being silly； Eric。'
'I'm not being silly。 I'm not telling you where I am； you'll only tell Angus and he'll tell the police and they'll take me back to the fucking hospital。'
'Don't use four…letter words。 You know I don't like them。 Of course I won't tell Dad。'
'〃Fucking〃 is not a four…letter word。 It's 。。。 it's a seven…letter word。 Isn't that your lucky number？'
'No。 Look； will you tell me where you are？ I want to know。'
'I'll tell you where I am if you'll tell me what your lucky number is。'
'My lucky number is e。'
'That's not a number。 That's a letter。'
'It is a number。 It's a transcendental number： 2。718…'
'That's cheating。 I meant an integer。'
'You should have been more specific；' I said； then sighed as the pips sounded and Eric eventually put more money in。 'Do you want me to call you back？'
'Ho…ho。 You aren't getting it out of me that easy。 How are you； anyway？'
'I'm fine。 How are you？'
'Mad； of course；' he said； quite indignantly。 I had to smile。
'Look； I'm assuming you're ing back here。 If you are； please don't burn any dogs or anything； OK？'
'What are you talking about？ It's me。 Eric。 I don't burn dogs！' He started to shout。 'I don't burn fucking dogs！ What the hell do you think I am？ Don't accuse me of burning fucking dogs； you little bastard！ Bastard！'
'All right； Eric； I'm sorry； I'm sorry；' I said as quickly as I could。 'I just want you to be OK； be careful。 Don't do anything to antagonise people； you know？ People can be awful sensitive 。。。'
'Well 。。。；' I could hear him say。 I listened to him breathing； then his voice changed。 'Yeah； I'm ing back home。 Just for a short while； to see how you both are。 I suppose it's just you and the old man？'
'Yes； just the two of us。 I'm looking forward to seeing you。'
'Oh； good。' There was a pause。 'Why don't you ever e to visit me？'
'I。。。 I thought Father was down to see you at Christmas。'
'Was he？ Well 。。。 but why don't you ever e？' He sounded plaintive。 I shifted my weight on to my other foot； looked around the landing and up the stairs； half…expecting to see my father leaning over the banister rail； or to see his shadow on the wall of the landing above； where he thought he could hide and listen to my phone calls without me knowing。
'I don't like leaving the island for that long； Eric。 I'm sorry； but I get this horrible feeling in my stomach； as though there's a great big knot in it。 I just can't go that far away； not overnight or。。。 I just can't。 I want to see you； but you're so far away。'
'I'm getting closer。' He sounded confident again。
'Good。 How far away are you？'
'Not telling you。'
'I told you my lucky number。'
'I lied。 I'm still not going to tell you where I am。'
'That's not…'
'Well； I'll hang up now。'
'You don't want to talk to Dad？'
'Not yet。 I'll talk to him later； when I'm a lot closer。 I'm going now。 See you。 Take care。'
'You take care。'
'What's to worry about？ I'll be all right。 What can happen to me？'
'Just don't do anything to annoy people。 You know； I mean； they get angry。 About pets especially。 I mean； I'm not…'
'What？ What？ What was that about pets？' he shouted。
'Nothing！ I was just saying…'
'You little shit！' he screamed。 'You're accusing me of burning dogs again； aren't you？ And I suppose I stick worms and maggots into kids' mouths and piss on them； too； eh？' he shrieked。
'Well；' I said carefully； toying with the flex； 'now you mention it…'
'Bastard！ Bastard！ You little shit！ I'll kill you！ You…' His voice disappeared； and I had to put the phone away from my ear again as he started to hammer the handset against the walls of the call…box。 The succession of loud clunks sounded over the calm pips as his money ran out。 I put the phone back in the cradle。
I looked up； but there was still no sign of Father。 I crept up the stairs and stuck my head between the banisters； but the landing was empty。 I sighed and sat down on the stairs。 I got the feeling I hadn't handled Eric very well over the phone。 I'm not very good with people and； even though Eric is my brother； I haven't seen him for over two years； since he went crazy。
I got up and went back down to the kitchen to lock up and get my gear； then I went to the