Kimberley Chambers 3-Book Butler Collection

by Kimberley Chambers

  ‘No, he is sleeping, and how many times have I told you not to ask that question, eh? What’s the matter with you? Do you want your Uncle Roy to croak it, do you?’

  Realizing that his mother was stressed out and in a foul mood, Michael picked Little Vinny up. ‘I’ll look after him. I’m taking Nancy out for a bite to eat after she finishes work, so he can come with us, can’t you, boy?’

  Watching her grandson and son share a hug, Queenie quickly forgave both. Michael had a heart of gold, and Little Vinny was far too young to understand what a coma was, or the seriousness of his uncle’s condition.

  ‘Right, me and Dean are gonna go now,’ Brenda said.

  ‘Oh, no you are not, young lady. You go and see your brother for five or ten minutes first. You didn’t visit him all day yesterday.’

  ‘That’s only because I was stuck indoors babysitting. I was gonna come up here last night. How’s Colleen today? Has she eaten or slept yet?’

  ‘Colleen ain’t well. She collapsed earlier next to Roy’s bed. The doctors are doing some tests on her, apparently. It’s probably just stress, or lack of sleep and food, but they haven’t come back and told us anything yet. Viv asked a nurse to find out what was going on about an hour ago, but she never came back either.’

  ‘Right, I’m gonna make tracks, Mum. Give your nan and aunt a kiss, Vinny.’

  Queenie hugged her grandchild, then turned to Michael. ‘Do us a favour, love. Before you go for your meal, see if you can find your brother. It ain’t like him not to pick the little ’un up, is it? I hope he’s all right and nothing bad’s happened to him. My heart can’t withstand any more drama.’

  ‘To be honest, Mum, since Roy got shot, Vinny has hit the bottle a bit. I spoke to him for about a minute yesterday when he dropped the little ’un off, and he said he was going to some club up the West End with Ahmed. I will see if I can find him, but if I can’t, he’s probably just on a bender somewhere.’

  ‘Well, best you encourage him to open the club up again, Michael. I’ve got enough on my plate without worrying about Vinny going off the rails as well.’

  Michael couldn’t help but smirk. Did his mother honestly think that Vinny had ever been on the fucking rails?

  Mary Walker felt sick with anxiety as she approached the entrance of Woolworth’s. Christopher had been full of it yesterday evening, saying how rude Nancy had been to him, and how she wasn’t worth bothering with any more because she was already one of them. Well, Mary didn’t believe that for a second. Her daughter would never be a Butler other than in perhaps name one day, and Mary just prayed that things didn’t even get that far. Donald had insisted last night that he was now completely washing his hands of Nancy for good, and Mary had been so angry listening to husband and son speak about the girl as though she had committed the crime of the century. She was a smitten teenager for goodness’ sake, and her only crime was to fall head over heels in love.

  ‘Hello, Mrs Walker. Are you looking for Nancy? She has just gone out the back,’ Rhonda informed Mary.

  ‘That’s why I came in at this time, love. Didn’t want to disturb her while she was working. To be honest, I was hoping she might spend her lunch break with me. I miss her terribly at home.’

  ‘Oh, I’m sure she will. Michael isn’t meeting her for lunch today. Here she is now.’

  ‘I hope you haven’t come here because of what happened yesterday with Christopher, ’cause if you have Rhonda will tell you he was bang out of order making a scene in the middle of the shop, weren’t he, Rhon?’

  Mary smiled. ‘Do you think I live in cloud cuckoo land, love? I know exactly what your brother is like. My fault for marrying your father I suppose. Now, seeing as I’ve missed you so much, will you make your old mum happy by allowing her to buy you a sandwich somewhere? It would make my day if you said yes.’

  Realizing that her wonderful mum still loved her as much as she always had, Nancy grinned from ear to ear. ‘You try stopping me.’

  Vinny Butler thought he was having a surreal experience when he dreamt that some bird was giving him a blowjob, but when he opened his eyes he was appalled to find that the encounter was actually real. Apart from treating his mother, aunt, and sister with respect, Vinny had never regained the art of being diplomatic towards women since Yvonne Summers had broken his heart, so instead of telling the tart to stop sucking his penis, Vinny punched her gently in the side of the head.

  Astounded, the girl looked up. ‘What’s the matter? Are you not enjoying it?’

  Vinny stared at the girl. She only looked about eighteen, had long blonde hair, decent breasts, amazing hips, and a bit of a Janis Joplin look about her. However, Vinny couldn’t wait to get shot of her, so he leapt out of bed, grabbed his trousers that were lying on the floor in a crumpled heap, put his hand in the pocket and threw forty quid at the girl.

  ‘What’s that for? I ain’t a prostitute if that’s what you think. You invited me here.’

  ‘Well, now I’m uninviting you. Just get dressed, take the money, and fuck off.’

  The girl hurriedly put her clothes on. Furious with the way she had been treated, she screwed up the two twenty-pound notes and threw them at Vinny. ‘Stick your money up your arse, you bastard. And, please do not add me as a notch on your bedpost. You couldn’t even get it up, you loser.’

  No bloke liked their manliness to be knocked and the words he had just heard were like a red rag to a bull for Vinny. Stark bollock naked, he grabbed the girl by the neck and slammed her stupid head against the door of his wardrobe.

  ‘Stop it! Look, I’m sorry. Please, can you just let me go home now?’ the girl begged tearfully. She wasn’t a slag, had never even had a one-night stand before, but last night she had taken a stupid LSD tab, and because all her friends were into the free love scene, had decided to go back to Vinny’s empty club with him. How she regretted that now. Trust her to pick a lunatic.

  Aware that the girl seemed absolutely petrified, Vinny released his grasp on her hair. ‘Look, I’m sorry. I just ain’t thinking straight at the moment. Go on, go home.’

  The girl didn’t need telling twice. She ran for her life.

  Nancy held her mother’s arm and led her to the tiny park where she and Michael usually went. ‘So, I take it you haven’t told Dad that you were coming to see me?’ she asked, as they sat down on the bench.

  ‘No. You know what he’s like, Nance. So set in his bloody ways. I told him I wanted to have a mooch around the shops before Christopher went back to school next week. I had to see you, love. I read about that shooting and it worried the life out of me.’

  Nancy sighed. ‘Me and Michael wasn’t there when it happened. We had already left the club.’

  ‘Well, thank God for that.’

  ‘It’s still been awful though. Roy is in a coma, and the doctor said that he might wake up with brain damage.’

  Mary squeezed her daughter’s hand. ‘Nance, I know you love Michael, but do you really want to be connected to a family like that? Say they try to shoot Michael next and you’re there with him? I would die of a broken heart if anything ever happened to you.’

  ‘Nothing bad will happen to me, Mum, so please try not to worry. Michael will protect me. He loves me and I love him.’

  ‘So, where are you living?’ Mary asked.

  ‘At Queenie’s at the moment. Michael did live above the club, but I told him there is no way I am living with Vinny. We will get our own place soon, but things have been so hectic with Roy being ill that we haven’t had a chance to look yet.’

  ‘Is Queenie nice to you, love?’

  ‘Yeah, she is, Mum. Both her and Vivvy have been really kind to me. The house is a bit cramped because Brenda is living there with her boyfriend. She’s pregnant you know.’

  The word pregnant made Mary’s stomach churn. She didn’t want Nancy to get herself into that situation. ‘I want you to promise me you’ll be careful, love. I would hate to see you get pregnant before you’ve even got a ring
on your finger. That would really give your dad and brother something to kick off about.’

  Nancy looked at her mother in bewilderment. ‘I’m not planning on getting up the duff, if that’s what you think?’

  ‘I know you’re not, love. But as your mum, I felt it my duty to warn you of the pitfalls of being in such a serious relationship at your age. If you do end up marrying Michael, I want it to be because you want to, not because you have to. Many young girls your age get caught in a trap, and believe me if you ever give birth out of wedlock to a child who is a Butler, then you will be trapped for life.’

  Back at the hospital, Queenie, Vivian and Lenny were all still sat around Roy’s bedside. Lenny had sworn earlier that when his mum and aunt were out the room that he had seen Roy’s right foot move, but even though Queenie and Vivian had been staring at Roy’s feet for the past hour, they couldn’t see any sign of life.

  About to launch into an anecdote, Queenie was stopped by the return of the young nurse who had gone off hours ago to find out how Colleen was. ‘Where is she? Is she OK?’ Queenie asked, anxiously.

  ‘Colleen is fine. She is resting at the moment, but we have decided to keep her in overnight just to keep an eye on her.’

  ‘Why? What’s a matter with her?’ Vivian asked sharply.

  The nurse smiled. ‘You’ll have to ask Colleen that yourself.’

  Queenie leapt out of her seat and pointed her finger in the young nurse’s face. ‘Don’t be playing games with me, darling, ’cause I’ll wipe that smile off your face in a minute. My sister just asked you a question. Now fucking answer her.’

  The nurse took a step back. ‘Colleen’s pregnant, but don’t say I told you so in case you get me into trouble.’

  Overjoyed by the unexpected news, Queenie hugged the terrified young nurse. ‘We won’t say a word, will we, Vivvy? Thank you so much for telling us, sweetheart.’

  ‘It’s a miracle, Queen. It really is,’ Vivian said, wiping a tear of joy from her eye.

  Queenie couldn’t agree more. ‘It’s a gift from him upstairs, it has to be.’

  ‘Who’s him upstairs then?’ Lenny asked, perplexed.

  Vivian tutted. ‘God, you silly bastard.’

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  The following morning Michael got up early and once again pleaded with Nancy to take the day off work so she could accompany him to Ipswich with his father.

  ‘No, Michael. I can’t just take time off like that. It isn’t fair on the other girls.’

  ‘But, we could have stayed in a hotel or bed and breakfast. I mean, how nice would it be to have a night on our own together? We haven’t even had sex since you moved in here, because you think everybody will hear us.’

  Nancy sighed. It was so difficult to snuggle up to Michael every night and not be intimate, but she was an old-fashioned girl at heart. Michael’s sister had the bedroom next door to them and his mother was the other side. The thought of anybody hearing them make love seemed deeply wrong to Nancy, which is why she had insisted that Michael sleep with his back towards her.

  ‘Please do this for me, babe. I really want you to get to know my dad better as well,’ Michael said, with a sorrowful expression.

  Torn between her job and her loyalties towards her boyfriend, Nancy made her decision. ‘OK, Michael, I will come to Ipswich with you. But, after today I can’t take any more time off in case I get the sack, all right?’

  Pleased that he had got his own way, Michael grinned and hugged Nancy tightly to his chest. ‘Thanks, darling. You’re a star.’

  When his dad turned up at the hospital, Little Vinny galloped towards him. ‘Where you been, Daddy?’

  Queenie glared at her eldest son. ‘Yeah, where have you been? Call yourself a good father. You don’t know the meaning, boy. And what about your brother? You ain’t even visited him for days. Colleen’s pregnant and we haven’t even been able to tell you because you’ve been on the missing list.’

  ‘Pregnant! That’s amazing! Michael never said when he popped in the club.’

  ‘That’s because we didn’t find out until after Michael had left the hospital yesterday. Unlike yourself, that boy has been up here every day supporting us and Roy.’

  Ordering Lenny to take his son outside, Vinny turned to his mum and aunt. ‘I haven’t been up here because I felt so fucking guilty if you want the absolute truth. I know deep down that my brother took a bullet that was meant for me which is why I went on a bit of a bender. But I’ve got my act together again now and there’ll be no more pissing it up, I’m gonna re-open the club, and I promise you faithfully whatever happens to Roy from now on, I will be there for him and for you.’

  Queenie smiled. ‘That’s my boy.’

  After picking Albie Butler up from the Royal Oak pub, the journey to Ipswich took over three hours as Michael insisted on stopping for a bite to eat on the way. Out of politeness, Nancy sat in the back of the car. Her dad had always insisted that men should sit in the front.

  Flicking through the latest copy of Jackie magazine, Nancy hummed along to her current favourite chart song, Diana Ross’s ‘I’m Still Waiting’, which reminded her a bit of her relationship with Michael because it was about a couple who had first met at a young age.

  ‘You all right in the back there, babe? We’re in Ipswich now. What do you think of it?’

  Nancy put down her magazine and stared out of the car window. The hippy look was all the rage where she lived, but she couldn’t see anybody in Ipswich sporting a cool hairstyle, or wearing flares. ‘It’s nice, but in a different way.’

  Michael chuckled.

  ‘So, what do you think of my choice of woman, Dad? Do you reckon that she will one day make me a good wife?’

  Sensing Nancy’s embarrassment, Albie turned around in his seat. ‘Don’t you be taking no notice of him, sweetheart. Has the gift of the gab like his old dad, he does. If you want my honest opinion, I think you are far too good for him.’

  Nancy giggled. Even though it was plain that Michael’s father looked a bit dishevelled and was a heavy drinker, she couldn’t help but like him.

  Denise Thompson felt like an idiot as she sat opposite her doctor and explained why she needed a letter as proof of her pregnancy.

  ‘What are you trying to tell me? Are you not in a relationship with the father of your child, then?’ Dr Patak asked in a bemused tone.

  ‘No, he has a new girlfriend now. But, he does have good morals, and I know as soon as I can prove to him that I am pregnant, he will be there for me and my child. I want you to address the letter to him and put your surgery number on it, so he can ring you if he doesn’t believe the story. I will deliver the letter to him personally.’

  Dr Patak sighed. Writing letters to disbelieving boyfriends was really not part of his work as a GP. ‘You will have to pay for the letter,’ he informed Denise.

  ‘How much?’

  ‘Two pounds. Is that OK?’

  ‘Well, I suppose it will have to be. Can you write it now for me?’ Denise asked, impatiently.

  ‘No. I have a surgery full of unwell patients who need my time. Pop back tomorrow when surgery has finished and I will have it ready for you then.’

  When Vinny took her to one side and told her he was arranging a surprise gathering at the club for Vivian’s birthday, Queenie was immediately against the idea. ‘Don’t be daft. We can’t have a party while poor Roy is in a coma and I never want to set foot in that club again.’

  ‘I didn’t say a party, Mum. It will be more of a family gathering. We can’t spend our whole lives in this hospital. It isn’t healthy for any of us.’

  ‘It’s a nice thought, Vinny, but I am not going back to that club. I just can’t.’

  ‘Well, how about I organize a little something at yours then? You haven’t got to do sod all. The staff at the club can do all the catering. Colleen will sit with Roy while you and Auntie Viv have a break. It will do you both good, Mum. Please say yes. It will do me good to have somet
hing to focus on as well.’

  Queenie reluctantly agreed. When Vinny put it like that, how could she say no?

  In Ipswich, Michael had just spent the past hour catching up with the uncle he didn’t remember. Bert was nothing like Albie. He wasn’t a big drinker, seemed quite normal in fact, and Michael hoped that Bert might prove to be a good influence on his father. ‘Right, Nancy and I had best be making a move now. Uncle Bert’s given me his phone number, Dad, and I will ring you in a few days to see how you’re settling in. Don’t lose that money I gave you, and don’t forget to change your details over with the DHSS.’

  ‘I’ll do it tomorrow. Thanks for the money, Michael. You’re a good lad.’

  Michael had given his dad an envelope which contained five hundred pounds, and when he tried to give Bert the same to put towards his dad’s upkeep and the bills, he was surprised when his uncle refused to take it. ‘Please don’t insult me, Michael. I’m not short of a few bob and since my Ivy died, I’ve hated living alone. Having my brother stopping with me is a pleasure, and I certainly don’t want paying for it.’

  Wondering if Bert would still be saying that in a month’s time after his father had staggered home pissed on a daily basis, Michael shook his uncle’s hand.

  ‘Don’t forget the letter, Michael. Can you let me know what your mother says about it?’ Albie asked.

  ‘Yes, but I’m not sure when I will give it to Mum yet. I don’t want to do it at the hospital, so will have to wait for the right moment.’

  Albie nodded. ‘I’ll just leave it in your capable hands, boy.’

  Pleased that he was now in his mother’s good books again, Vinny took his son back to the club with him. Money was no object to Vinny these days. His dealings with Ahmed had seen to that. The club was a lucrative enough business on its own, but importing heroin into the capital had made him richer than his wildest dreams. However, he needed to re-open soon. He had promised his mum and it was what Roy would have wanted, too.

  ‘Can I speak to Mum on the phone? I miss her, Dad,’ Little Vinny whinged.