‘Bryn angry?’
‘Oh yes. He is. Poor Bryn. We’ve been married twenty years and each year that goes by I …’
‘I know. Even the smallest habit annoys.’
Georgie looked at Grandmama, grateful for her insight. ‘That’s just it. All the magic’s gone. Every single little bit. I sometimes think if he asks me once more to do a job for him, you know, order this, order that, wash this, wipe that, ring him, ring them, I’ll murder him. He thinks because it’s for the business I should find it fun. Well, I don’t, not any more. The only conversations we have are about work.’
‘Tell him.’
‘I have but he can’t understand what I’m talking about.’
‘More fool him, try once more and then go in search of your own happiness.’
‘Hop it you mean?’
‘Yes, go. Is that what Dicky wants?’
‘He’s never said, not yet. He can’t really, we’ve not reached that stage. And then there’s Bel.’
‘Of course. Poor Bel. It can’t be fun for her.’
‘It’s not fun for any of us.’ She got up to go, a customer had come in, and she left Grandmama sitting by the fire. Georgie’s cheerful ‘Hi there! What can I get for you?’ sounded false, but the customer didn’t appear to notice.
Grandmama finished her whisky and thought next stop the Store. There were a few things she needed and she was dying for Harriet to hear about the baby.
‘Hello, Linda! Harriet in?’
‘Just gone to collect Fran. Mr Charter-Plackett’s in his office though.’
‘Thank you, dear.’ She marched into the back, nodded in passing to Mrs Jones, and headed for Jimbo.
‘Hello, Mother. Here take a pew. Won’t be a minute.’ Without getting up he pulled a stool out for her from beside his filing cabinet and continued tapping away on his computer. Grandmama waited. She never thought of Jimbo as an organised person but here in his office he most certainly was. Everything filed away, labelled, standing straight, even his desk was uncluttered. He stopped typing and swung his chair round to face her.
‘And what can I do for my dear mother today?’
‘I’m forgiven then?’
‘For what?’
‘Making all that stir about the Harvest. I’d no idea it would cause so much trouble. They do get on their high horses don’t they?’
‘Well, you’re a newcomer, it’ll take you about fifty years to be accepted for what you are.’
‘Too damn late for me then.’
‘Almost too damn late for me!’
‘Oh, I don’t know, I think you’re doing all right. Everyone always speaks well of you.’
‘Till I offend their sensibilities and then it’ll be curtains for Jimbo Charter-Plackett and Company.’
‘Nonsense! It was really Harriet I intended to see. I’ve got wonderful news.’
Jimbo’s love of gossip made him prick up his ears at the prospect. ‘What? Tell me.’
‘I do believe Caroline Harris is expecting a baby.’
Jimbo met this gem with total silence.
Rattled by his silence Grandmama demanded, ‘Well? Aren’t you pleased for them?’
‘I don’t know all the details of why she can’t have children, obviously Caroline hasn’t confided something so sensitive to either Harriet or me, but I think you’re wrong. What makes you think she is?’
Grandmama told him. He shook his head. ‘Look, she has all sorts of medical connections, both her parents are doctors, she knows all kinds of medics, it could just have been a visit to a family friend. Take my advice and say no more.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. They’ll want everyone to be pleased.’
‘Not if it’s not true they won’t.’ Jimbo stood up. ‘Time I was relieving my help.’
‘The trouble with everyone in this village is that they’re all too good to be true. That Muriel Templeton is a pain, she was quite …’
‘Have you told her?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, at least she won’t spread it around. Now do as I say and not another word.’
He got engrossed behind the till so it wasn’t until he heard a customer relaying the news to a neighbour whom she’d bumped into while choosing a card for her dad, that he looked up and saw his mother outside on the seat with a tight knot of villagers around her and he realised too late she’d done exactly the opposite of his advice.
The village hummed with the news that night and those who hadn’t been told in person heard it over the telephone. Delight broke out like a rash.
Not wanting to worry them for longer than there was any need, they’d broken the news to the children about Caroline going into hospital that afternoon, when Sylvia brought them home from school.
Beth had understood immediately. ‘You are very poorly then, Mummy?’
‘Yes, I am. They’re going to take away what it is that’s making me have tummy ache.’
Alex looking relieved said, ‘Oh, if it’s only tummy ache take some of our tummy ache medicine, we don’t mind sharing do we, Beth?’
Beth looked scornful. ‘You are silly.’ She walked away, took out the doll she liked the best and sat down and began to rock it, her thumb in her mouth.
Alex burst into tears and rushed to Peter for comfort. ‘I don’t want my Mummy to go into hospital. Tell her she’s not to.’
‘If you had tummy ache and needed to go to hospital I wouldn’t stop you from going there to get better would I? So we mustn’t stop Mummy. We want Mummy to get better don’t we?’
‘Yes, but there’ll be no one to tuck me up at night and give me a kiss.’
‘Well, you’ll have to make do with me and your Sylvie, just for a while and you’ll be able to talk to Mummy on the telephone too, won’t he Mummy?’
‘Of course. Every night.’
‘Will it be weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks?’
Caroline answered ‘No, of course not. Just a little while.’ She looked to see how Beth was coping and saw the reason for her silence. She was rocking rapidly backwards and forwards and great rivers of tears were running down her cheeks. ‘Beth, come to Mummy.’ She shook her head. ‘Please, darling, Mummy wants a cuddle.’
Beth dropped her doll and raced into Caroline’s arms. With her chubby little arms wrapped tightly round Caroline’s neck she cried, ‘Oh, Mummy, I do love you.’
‘I love you too, so very, very, much.’ Then she too burst into tears. Alex struggled down out of Peter’s arms and went to hug his mother.
Peter, his eyes brimming with tears said, ‘This won’t do. We’ve all got to cheer up. Mummy won’t be away long and we’ve all to be glad she’s going to get better. Now, come on, let’s dry our tears. Each one of us. Poor Mummy is going to be sad if we all cry, and that’s not fair. Come on you two, cheer up! We must all be brave.’
There came a knock at the sitting-room door. It was Sylvia. She’d been crying too. ‘I’ll be here eight at o’clock tomorrow as usual, Dr Harris, good night. Rector, there’s just a message I have to give to you, could you come?’
She led the way into his study. ‘Close the door, sir.’
‘Couldn’t it wait?’
‘No. It couldn’t I’m afraid. I don’t know how to tell you this, but forewarned is forearmed, I’m glad it was me went to collect the children, and do you know why?’ Peter shook his head. ‘Because the news is all round the village that … I don’t want to say this at this moment but there’s no way I can get out of it, you’ve got to know … there’s a rumour started that Dr Harris is … pregnant.’
‘What?!’
‘Shhh! It’s true, there is. How or why it started I do not know, but there we are. And I said I didn’t know what they were talking about and I was very upset, as if things aren’t bad enough as it is.’ Sylvia sat down on the nearest chair and sobbed.
Peter clenched his fists. The crushing weight of it all was unbearable. Just when they were needing support. That this should happen now. He
stood silently for a minute and then said, ‘Thank you, Sylvia, for letting me know. Nothing could be further from the truth, could it?’
Sylvia made a brave attempt to collect herself. ‘Indeed not. I want you to know I shall do absolutely everything I possibly can to make things go smoothly. I shall do as many hours as need be and I shan’t expect paying for it, in fact I shall be insulted if you offer it. If, though I don’t suppose it will be necessary, you need to stay very late, like all night late at the hospital, Willie, that is if you don’t mind him being here but I wouldn’t want to be on my own with the children just in case, and I, we’ll sleep in that room I used to use when I first came. I’ve already put sheets on the bed. So there’s no need to worry.’ She wiped her nose and said, ‘I think the world of her you know. I can’t hardly bear it.’
‘Neither can I. But she’s being so brave.’
‘I wouldn’t expect anything else. She’s strong but that doesn’t mean she isn’t afraid. Shall we tell the truth then?’
‘We can’t avoid it. Just enough of the truth, not too much. She doesn’t want a big fuss. Thank you, Sylvia.’
‘Remember anything at all, any time. I shall come in every day, Saturdays and Sundays too. So don’t worry about that. We shall probably have her home in no time at all, and then we can look after her ourselves and get her better, eh? I’ll be off now. I’m sorry I had to tell you that, but I had to hadn’t I? Couldn’t have you being greeted with congratulations not having been forewarned.’
‘That’s right. Thanks.’ Peter nodded not able to trust himself to say any more.
‘I’ll be off then. We’ll be thinking about you both. Good night.’
Damn them! Damn them! How on earth had they got hold of such a heartbreaking idea. It wouldn’t have been amusing at the best of times, but now! Thank God, he’d been worried about getting back in time and had asked Sylvia to pick up the children. If Caroline had gone! It didn’t bear thinking about. If he’d gone he’d probably have hit whoever’d said it.
He heard Caroline calling, ‘Peter? Is everything all right?’
Opening the study door, he checked there were no tears on his face, and called out brightly, ‘Everything’s fine. Just coming.’
Chapter 9
It didn’t take much imagination to guess who it was who’d climbed up the church tower and out onto the parapet to fasten the banner up there to the square bit of the tower below the spire. Happy Birthday Georgie it read, in bright pink letters on a white background. The letters ran in a line one below the other right to the bottom where it had been secured to the drain pipes either side of the tower door.
The stockman who’d rented one of Ralph’s houses in Hipkin Gardens was the first to see it when he left for milking at Nightingale Farm at half past four. The next was Malcolm from the dairy coming specially early to do his round because his girlfriend was due any minute and he wanted to get back as soon as he could. There wasn’t much Malcolm didn’t know about the village and he chuckled to himself, wondering what their response would be when they woke to find that. They couldn’t miss it. Definitely they couldn’t!
The people in the queue waiting for the first bus into Culworth reeled with laughter.
‘Oh God! It must be Dicky!’
‘He’s a right one.’
‘And not half!’
‘But poor Bryn.’
‘Poor Bel.’
‘Whatever next.’
‘Wish my husband would think up something like that for my birthday, I’m lucky if I get a card when he gets home from work. Thinks he’s done wonders “Well, yer’ve got it on the day ’aven’t yer?” he goes. Huh!’
‘I’d wring his neck if it was my wife!’
‘Give over! You couldn’t knock the skin off a rice pudding, you couldn’t!’
Willie, unable to sleep because Sylvia had been tossing and turning all night worrying about Dr Harris, went out earlier than usual to set about his duties of putting the heating on and getting the children’s hymn books out ready for the school Friday morning service, except Kate Pascoe would have to conduct it seeing as the Rector would be taking Dr Harris into Culworth as soon as they’d seen the twins off to school. He went through the lych gate and took his regular long distance view of the church before he headed up the path. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he spotted the banner. Not that it took much spotting it was so big, you couldn’t avoid it. Blowing there, brazenly in the breeze! Just wait till he got his hands on that Dicky Tutt. Always supposing it was him. But it must be. Certainly wouldn’t be Bryn. Nice chap but not very imaginative.
‘The fool. The absolute fool. That Dicky needs his brains examining.’
Willie unlocked the church and went to switch on the heating. Rector didn’t like the church to be cold. My, what changes he’d wrought since he came. Wasn’t like the same place. Everything alive, bouncing with energy. Congregation bigger than it had ever been in his lifetime, and all of ’em people who wanted to be there, not coming just because it was the thing to do.
Halfway down the aisle Willie stopped in his tracks. This morning of all mornings he’d have to have a quick word with his Maker. He wasn’t what could be called a praying person, due respect and all that, but not prayerful. But this morning he went to kneel in the little memorial chapel, where he knew Peter prayed every morning of his life except today, and said a prayer for Caroline. ‘I may not be much cop Lord, at praying but, by Jove, I’m praying today. I ’aven’t got words like the Rector has, no book learning yer see apart from the village school, but if yer can listen to a prayer from an ordinary man then this is it. Whatever you do don’t call on Dr Harris to be one of your angels this week. Nor for that matter any day in the immediate future. The Rector needs her something bad and them children which, as you know Lord, she took under her wing under very difficult circumstances, they don’t half need her too. Matter of fact, we all do, she’s such a good young woman and we all love her. So if it pleases you Lord, leave her with us. Amen. By the way, I shall be back tomorrow, expecting to thank you for bringing her through the operation. Amen.’
He got up from his knees and for extra measure crossed himself, then set off to get the big step ladder to see if he could reach the banner and drag it down.
When he got outside with the ladder he found Dicky standing on the church path with his camera, laughing fit to burst.
‘Hey! Willie doesn’t it look good. Won’t she be pleased?’
‘Pleased! See here, it won’t do. Simply won’t do. When the Rector sees it he’ll be livid.’
‘Livid? Whatever for?’
‘The church isn’t here to display your love messages, Dicky Tutt. It’s disgusting!’
‘Disgusting! What’s disgusting about being in love?’
‘You’re both married or has that escaped your notice? You ought to know better.’
‘You’re a spoilsport you are. Move your ladder and buzz off and do whatever you’re going to do and then you won’t be the wiser. I want to take a photo.’
‘I’ll do no such thing. Hop it, go on, hop it.’
‘Come on, Willie, you know what it’s like when you’re in love. Give us a chance. I want her to have a memento. Go on, just one teeny weeny photo. No one will know.’
‘It’ll be you having the memento if you don’t move, and your memento’ll be a black eye. Now get off home to Bel. You ought to be ashamed.’
A thought suddenly occurred to Dicky. ‘What are you doing with that ladder? You’re not thinking of taking Georgie’s banner down?’
‘I am.’
‘You’re not.’
‘We’ve the school coming for morning prayers in an hour. I’m not having the evidence of your … your illegal amours ’anging ’ere for them to see.’
‘But that means Georgie won’t see it, she never gets up before nine with working late.’
‘Hard cheese.’
‘Just one photo, that’s all I ask.’
‘No. I’m not movi
ng from this path.’
‘Right then, I’ll have you on the photo, and it’ll look as if you helped me to put it up.’
Willie already angry almost exploded and he shouted, ‘Don’t you dare. Take your damned camera away.’
Dicky laughed, went much further down the path turned round and took several photographs. He guessed that Willie would be hardly recognisable because he had to stand so far away to get the whole of the banner in, but so long as Willie was left in doubt that was all that mattered.
‘I’m having them developed this morning at a shop near work, I’ll let you have a couple of prints!’
‘Don’t bother!’ Willie propped the ladder against the church wall and set off down the path to see Dicky off church property. Dicky dashed away, still laughing, leaving Willie angrier than he could remember ever having been. He knew the Rector wouldn’t see the banner before he left, it was out of sight from the rectory, but he didn’t want him coming back from the hospital and finding it there.
But no matter how he tried he couldn’t budge it. Now what could he do? There was no way he could climb up the tower steps. He hadn’t done that for years, not since he was a boy when he’d been taken so ill climbing them on the annual saint’s day. He’d managed to get to the top and then all but collapsed when he’d gone out and looked over the edge and seen how high up he was. So ill he was paralysed and they’d had to carry him down. Acrophobia they’d said it was and he’d never climbed the tower since. He’d have another go and then … but it wouldn’t come down. Drat that Dicky. Drat him. He’d have to get Jimmy. He’d do it, he’d go knock him up right now. But Jimmy must have left early, because there was no reply.
Peter came home from the hospital, parked his car outside the rectory and went straight to Church to say his morning prayers. He saw the banner as soon as he went through the lych-gate. He guessed immediately that it must be Dicky’s doing. Why on earth hadn’t Willie got it down?
‘I tried, sir, I did, but I couldn’t budge it.’
‘Not even from the top? What on earth has he fastened it with then?’
Willie looked uncomfortable. ‘Well, not from the top, no.’
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