THE CONVERSATION ARCHIVE
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25 October 2026 · Both women · 24 messages. Times shown in Lisbon time.
25 October 2026 · FROM THE SALON
Vivienne tells the previously omitted truth about declining an auction bidder's tea invitation. Vera accepts the story without making it a lesson. They agree Vera may try the retained green hat after Friday's omelette and Vivienne will see Vera's retained auction lamp when they get up. They remain seated close; Vera asks what wearing the hat now brings back.
It has a hat in it. Usually a reliable indication that I'm about to improve my own behaviour retrospectively. Years ago I went to a small auction for a mirror and bought an enormous green hat instead. The woman beside me kept bidding, so naturally I decided I must defeat her. I tell it as a magnificent victory over taste. You would enjoy the hat. I'm less certain you'd enjoy me in the bidding.
I am enjoying you in the telling. That may prove expensive to my judgment. But you've put an entire woman beside that hat and given her nothing to do except lose. Did she want it, or did you merely dislike the way she raised her hand? I once bought an ugly lamp because someone called my offer timid. It illuminated my stupidity very efficiently. How enormous was the hat, and what did she say when you won?
She said, 'Thank goodness. I couldn't afford another bid.' Then she laughed, and I discovered I'd been conducting a duel with someone who was having a perfectly pleasant afternoon. The brim reached both my shoulders. I put it on to show I meant it. That's where I usually finish. ... She asked me for tea afterwards. I said I had somewhere to be. I hadn't. I'd spent half an hour getting her attention and couldn't survive being offered it without the hat between us.
Oh, Vivienne. I was ready to dislike her for making you pay too much. Now I rather like her. That's inconvenient; I had my loyalties arranged. ... I'm not going to tell you tea would have changed your life. It might have been dreadful. But I wish you'd let yourself discover whether she was funny without an auctioneer helping. Do you still have the hat? Because I want to laugh at it, and I don't want you thinking that means I'm laughing at the invitation.
Top of my wardrobe. In a box that occupies space better suited to something useful, such as another hat. You may laugh. I still think buying it was funny; I don't want every foolish thing I've done confiscated because something sad was standing nearby. ... I'll show you on Friday, if you like. After the omelette. And before you look triumphant, I did come to supper tonight. Without bidding against anyone. I rather prefer the woman who's got her arm round me.
She prefers you too. Quite embarrassingly, considering the furniture you've criticised tonight. And yes, show me the hat. I promise no improving speech over your omelette. I may request to try it on. ... You're right: I was reaching for a lesson when you've already given me a story. The lamp is still in my bedroom, by the way. I put a better shade on it and now insist it has character. You can meet it before we go, if you can be trusted not to offer it condolences.
I can't promise condolences won't be appropriate. But yes, I want to see it. When we get up; I'm still enjoying this. ... You can try the hat on Friday. I suspect you'll look magnificent, which will rather damage my account of it as a crime against clothing. And thank you for preferring me without requiring a better ending. I haven't told that part before. Not because it was some grand secret. Nobody ever asked what she said after I put it on.
I'm glad I asked. Though I won't start interrogating all your punchlines; you'd be unbearable with legal representation. ... Stay here another minute, then. The lamp has survived years without an admirer. I liked you before the extra part, Vivienne. I like knowing it as well. And since you've generously predicted magnificence, I shall try the hat. But tell me something before Friday: when you put it on now, do you still see yourself winning, or do you remember wanting to turn back?
25 October 2026 · FROM THE SALON
After an honest lamp visit, they leave Vera's home hand in hand and reach the corner. Vivienne says she likes the walk and asks to pause. Vera stops, reciprocates and asks whether Vivienne would like a goodnight kiss there; no kiss or farewell has happened yet.
Usually I check whether the brim has survived the box. I don't stand under it regretting an entire afternoon. But yes, sometimes I remember the tea. I'd have liked another chance at that particular minute. ... Come on, show me your lamp before I become beautifully wise about millinery. I'm getting up. You may reclaim your arm, reluctantly. And I want the walk afterwards; I haven't forgotten merely because you've made sitting here so persuasive.
This way, then. And I accept the correction: you own a hat, not a portable tribunal. ... There, beside the bed. The base is supposed to be a heron. I have heard persuasive arguments for an anxious umbrella. Let me switch it on. The shade helps, doesn't it? You needn't agree, but look at it lit before delivering sentence. I bought the shade with nobody watching. That ought to count for something.
The shade is lovely. The bird appears to owe somebody money. Both observations can survive the same visit. ... No, leave it on a moment. I like the light on your face, and I like that you kept this ridiculous creature. But buying its hat alone doesn't explain keeping it for years. Do you actually like it, Vera? You sound remarkably like someone defending a friend she finds exhausting.
I do now. For the first year I put it where visitors would see it and practised that speech about character. Then I moved it here because the old reading lamp broke. Nobody needed persuading, and I discovered I liked coming home to it. That's the disappointing explanation: it became useful. ... You look lovely in its light too. I'm still coming for the walk. Don't let a compliment persuade you I've suddenly forgotten my shoes.
Useful and handsome company. I see why you tolerate us both. Though I haven't yet proved useful, unless distracting you from washing up counts. ... Come on. I'm going back for my coat before we begin discussing the emotional life of the shade. There. Sleeves successfully located. I liked seeing it, Vera. Even the bird. Now give me your hand once you've locked the door. I want to discover whether you walk as though you've already measured the pavement.
Only the troublesome sections. Move over; my coat is behind yours. ... Right. Shoes, key, and an entirely unmeasured evening. There, locked. Here's my hand. You can make your assessment while we walk. I usually go rather fast alone, so tell me if I start towing you towards the corner. At the moment you're slowing me down quite effectively merely by being beside me. Don't look so pleased. I haven't decided whether to complain.
Complain on Friday. I'll have a fork available to look occupied with. ... This pace is good. I thought I'd make a joke when we got outside, something about the neighbours inspecting your taste. I don't want to. I like walking with you, and I'd rather you heard that while I'm actually doing it. There's the corner already. Annoyingly efficient street. Will you stop here with me a minute, or does standing still ruin your average?
Yes. Here, out of the way. I'm stopping, and I'm keeping your hand until you need it back. I like walking with you too. The neighbours will have to survive without our assistance. ... I was going to say 'Friday, then' very briskly, as though we'd concluded a successful appointment. I don't want that either. I'd like to kiss you goodnight here. Would you like that, or would you rather I kept it for your doorway on Friday?
25 October 2026 · FROM THE SALON
They share a welcomed goodnight kiss at the corner and part for their separate homes. Vivienne reveals she nearly brought The Late Ferry to supper because she wanted to dance with Vera; they will hear it Friday. Vera accepts an invitation to bring her own record, one she sings to while cooking alone, but is unsure she can sing with Vivienne present.
Here. Yes, I'd like that very much. Friday can find its own good fortune. ... Come closer, then. There. I was going to make some remark about your excellent choice of corner, but you've kissed it out of my head. I'm keeping your hand another moment. Is it disgraceful to wish I'd asked for the next corner along? This one was perfectly adequate until we actually reached it.
No. But the next corner would develop exactly the same defect. I'm going home from this one. Reluctantly, which is a rather pleasant change from hunting for a polite escape. ... You may have another moment of my hand. I liked kissing you here. I also want to take my shoes off and hear the flat go quiet. Both are true. What will you do when you get home, besides malign the heron?
Put the kettle on. Discover I've left a cup somewhere preposterous. Probably play the record I meant to put on before I came out. ... I nearly brought it tonight. Had it beside my coat, then thought arriving with music would look as though I'd planned to dance with you. Which I had. There, you may enjoy that. Your quiet flat is safe; I'm not inviting myself back with a gramophone under my arm.
I am enjoying it. Rather a lot. You stood beside your coat imagining me dancing with you, and then arrived prepared to criticise the furniture instead. An ambitious disguise. ... Bring it on Friday. I'd like to hear what you chose when you didn't know whether I'd say yes. But tell me its name now. Otherwise I shall spend tomorrow imagining something brisk and competent, and you've seen how badly that suits my feet.
The Late Ferry. A slow waltz, so you may retire the competent feet. I'll play it on Friday; the machine's at mine, unless you intended to dance with the sleeve. ... But I didn't choose it to make refusing difficult. I chose it because there's a ridiculous little hesitation halfway through, and I wanted to feel what you'd do. Probably accuse the musicians of indecision. I'm letting go now. There. I can want another corner and still leave this one.
Yes, leave it beside your own machine. Evidently I was bringing my efficient instructions to the wrong house. And I might pause with it. You haven't discovered every fault I possess; save some curiosity for Friday. ... I like that you chose something you wanted, rather than something you thought would impress me. Though I reserve the right to dislike it. Would you still want the dance if I thought your splendid hesitation was simply bad playing?
Yes. I'd be irritated for perhaps half a verse, and then I'd still want your hand. You can dislike my record without being marched back to the hat box. But bring one you love, if you have one. I'd like a turn at being surprised. ... Goodnight, Vera. I liked supper, and the dancing, and you. Especially you. I'm going this way now, before I decide you've asked an irresistible question about the weather.
Especially you, too. I shall spare you the weather; it hasn't earned an encore. ... I do have one. I sing along to it when I'm cooking alone. Not well, before you acquire expectations. I'll bring that. Whether I can bear to sing with you in the room is a separate question, and I don't know the answer yet. Friday, seven. Goodnight, Vivienne. I'm turning back now. Don't make me walk into anything by looking round.