EPISODE SEVENTY-NINE
Dave answered the phone. Mary waited tensely at his side, then relaxed
when she heard him say: ‘She’s not here
at the moment, Mrs. Parker. But I’ll
pass on the message. I’m sorry about
that. I’ll make sure she has a word with
her little boy about it. Maybe if we can
organise it so that they have the same thing in their lunch box it wouldn’t
matter.’
Mary watched Dave closely, as he frowned and tried to control his
irritation. His voice rose a touch, with
a deliberately patient tone, conveying to the caller that he was running short
on goodwill.
‘It was only a joke, Mrs. Parker. A
joke. Okay. I’m sure we can sort it. No problem. Bye now!’
He slammed down the phone. Mary ran a
finger down the outside of his arm, relieved that it hadn’t been Ronnie
calling. ‘What was all that about?’
Dave stared at the receiver, picturing the woman at the other end, who he
imagined to be a snobby, dominating matriarch in twin-set and pearls. ‘Some people,’
he shouted. ‘Haven’t they got anything
better to do?’
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I just don’t believe I had a conversation with the stupid woman.’
Mary shook her head, and her mouth drew into a knowing smile. ‘Let me guess. Was that Louise Parker’s mother?’
‘You know it was. You heard me talking
to her.’
‘What did she want?’
‘Apparently her little treasure and Simon have done a swap with their lunch box
meals. Simon prefers Louise’s meals, and
Louise prefers what you’re feeding him.’
Mary shrugged and pouted. ‘So big
deal. Kids are kids. What can we do about that? If they want to eat each other’s lunches,
well...’
Dave rubbed at his eyes with a finger and thumb, indicating that he was tired,
and this was a situation that was disturbing the imminent work on which he
needed to focus. ‘Louise has healthier
options in her lunch box. Mummy forbids
crisps and Kit-Kats and all the other bad things kids chuck into
themselves. Like we never did that. How many adults do you know who still eat the
same junk food when they reach their thirties?’
Mary giggled. ‘Plenty. Look around you. Loads of fat people; and loads of fast food
outlets.’
‘So what are we going to do about Mrs. Parker?’
Mary stood close to Dave and slid her arms around his waist. ‘I’m glad you said “we”. It makes me feel...well, that we’re really a
couple, and that you’re sharing the responsibility of bringing up my boys. I just want you to know I appreciate that.’
‘Thanks. But that still doesn’t sort out
the problem of Mrs. Parker’s little treasure.’
A mischievous glint came into Mary’s eye.
‘Why don’t I try to find out from Simon what Louise has in her lunchbox,
then give him the same thing? That way
we know he’s going to eat his lunch, and poor Louise, who clearly doesn’t like
her stuck-up healthy options, will have to starve.’
Dave laughed. ‘I think you’re missing
the point. This has nothing to do with
food. This is early girl boy
relationship developing. You show me
yours and I’ll show you mine.’
Mary’s mouth gaped open. ‘No! It can’t be.’
‘It’s all it can be. How else d’you
explain a kid giving up his crisps and sweets for Mrs. Snobby-git’s rabbit
food?’
Mary spluttered, then jumped as the phone rang again. When she answered it, Dave saw her shoulders
tense, and the look of pain that scratched at her face.
‘Ronnie,’ she said, unable to disguise the tremor in her voice. ‘How did you get this number?’
*
Maggie glanced at the kitchen clock. She
frowned then looked questioningly at Craig.
‘Yeah, I know what you’re going to say,’ he mumbled, staring at the floor and
playing for sympathy. ‘Why aren’t I at
the chippie?’
‘It had occurred to me. There’s no one
in charge.’
Craig shrugged. ‘There’s no other way
around it.’
Maggie’s fist tightened around her coffee mug.
‘Around what?’
Craig muttered something which she didn’t catch. What was it?’ she shouted. ‘Come on, Craig. Talk to me.’
‘I’ve left Mandy in charge. She’s
reliable. She can cash up. I might be gone some time.’
‘Got an attack of conscience, have you?’
‘Something like that.’
‘So you’re going to pop along to the local nick and turn yourself in, and to
hell with all we’ve worked for.’
Craig stared at his sister, searching her expression for a clue to the way the
conversation was heading.
‘You can’t bring the bloke back to life. You tell the police it was your idea, and with
your record they’ll do you good and proper.’
‘Yeah, I’d already thought of that.’
Maggie gritted her teeth. ‘Well then?’
‘You’ve changed your tune, haven’t you?
You were all for me shopping Tony Rice earlier on.’
‘Yeah, well, I’ve had time to think about it.’
‘And?’
‘I think you should forget it. Carry on
as normal. It’s not as if you’ve done
anything wrong. You said so yourself.’
Craig shuffled uncomfortably and picked at a loose thread on his denim
jacket. ‘I couldn’t live with
myself...if I didn’t do nothing about Rice.’
Maggie snapped: ‘Oh, come on,
sweetheart, get real. This wine bar can
be up and running in less than three months.
We’ve already got a buyer interested in your chippie. Think what’ll happen if you involve yourself
in a murder enquiry.’
‘I can’t help thinking about old Alex though.
Harmless old boy like that.’
‘Are you feeling sorry for him or for yourself?’
Craig gave an ironic laugh. ‘Both, I
reckon.’
Maggie walked over to him and kissed his cheek.
‘I know you feel guilty. But it’s
not your fault. Forget it. There’s a lot
at stake.’
Craig chuckled. ‘I never realised before
just how ambitious my big sister is.’
She smacked his shoulder playfully.
Start comparing me to Gary and I’ll beat you up.’
‘Yeah, I believe you.’ Craig frowned as
he smelt the sweetness on her breath.
‘Maggs, have you been drinking?’
‘What, at half-eleven in the morning?
Course not.’
She laughed lightly. But the way she
behaved, Craig noticed, was contrived.
The glib way she denied it, and the way she avoided looking at him.
‘Well, I’d better get down to the chippie,’ he said. ‘I’ll see myself out. Thanks, Maggs.’
As soon as she heard the font door slam, Maggie opened one of the kitchen
cupboards, took out a brandy bottle and poured herself a large measure.
IN EPISODE EIGHTY
Chucked out of his home, Ted finds his new accommodation is less than
salubrious