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A Novel
by Marina Lewycka
"Love is like fire," Mother used to say. "A treasure, not a toy." Poor Mother,
she is getting very middle-aged. Her mouth would pucker up in a disapproving
lipsticky pout when we passed those girls on Kreshchatik wearing skirts that
were just a little strip of cloth between their navels and their knickers,
laughing with their mouths open as the boys splashed them with beer. Although it
is more romantic if a girl saves herself for the one, still there was something
unsettling, something knowing about those open-mouthed smiles. What was it they
knew and I didnt? Maybe here in England, away from my mothers prying eyes, I
would be able to find out. Watching the ripple of that miners arms as he lifted
the pallets of strawberries got me wondering about all that again. Just
wondering, Mother. Nothing more.
There is a pull-on further up the lane that forks to Sherbury Down,
sheltered by a row of poplars, from where you can look down over the field
through a gap in the hedge. From this vantage point Mr. Leapish the farmer sits
in his Land Rover and surveys the rustic scene with satisfaction. The men, he
observes, like to race one another along the strawberry rows, while the women
are attentive to each other, and dont want anyone to get left behind. Mr.
Leapish is mindful of this dinerence and has given the men new rows to pick,
while the women he assigns to go over the rows that have already been picked by
the men. The women earn less, of course, but they are used to that where they
come from, and they dont complain. Thus by working with the grain of human
nature, he maximizes both productivity and yield. He is pleased with his skill
as a manager.
Today is Saturday, payday, and he will have to fork out for their wages later,
so his mind is particularly focused on issues of arithmetic. Eight boxes per
tray, half a kilo per box, eighty kilos per picker per day on average, six days
a week, over a twelve-week season. His brain ticks over enortlessly in mental
arithmetic mode. When this field is picked out, theyll move on to another one
down in the valley, then back up here again after the plants have reberried.
Pickers are paid 30p a kilo, before deductions. And each kilo sells at £2. Not
bad. All in all, its not a bad little business, though he doesnt make as much
as that newcomer Tilley up the road with his acres of polytunnels. He could get
more if he sold to the big supermarkets, but he doesnt want the inspectors
poking around in his trailers, or asking questions about the relationship
between Wendys business and his business. The beauty of it is that half of what
you fork out in wages you can claw back in living expenses. And hes helping
these poor souls make a bit of money that they could never get their hands on
back where they come from. So thats a bonus.
At one oclock precisely, he will drive up to the gate and honk the horn and
watch the strawberry pickers pick up their laden trays of boxes and make their
way down the field. He should really pick up the trays more often in the warm
weather, and get the fruit into cold storage. Thats what you have to do to sell
at £2.50 a kilo to the big supermarkets. But the local petrol stations that are
his outlets dont ask questions.
Maybe the Ukrainian boy will already be down there, waiting to open the gate.
Keen. Good picker. Hard worker. Wish they were all like that. This new girl
seems a bit of a dead loss, but maybe shell speed up a bit when she picks up
the rhythm. Nice looking, but not very forthcoming - at his age, he needs someone
who knows what shes doing to get the old motor started. Dont know why Vulk
sent her - hed asked for another man. Now Vulk wants her back. Maybe hell put
her to work in another of his little businesses. Well, hell have to see how she
performs at the check-in. If shes useless, he might have to let Vulk take her
on his hands.
Excerpted from Strawberry Fields by Marina Lewycka Copyright © 2007 by Marina Lewycka. Excerpted by permission of Penguin Group USA, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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