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Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-two
‘I
want you to take Evelyn and Florrie out to town this morning.’
Mike was giving instructions to Marion and Karen the next morning.
Karen
had mixed feelings about this. The last person she wanted to spend
the morning with was Marion. Mike looked at her and smiled.
‘I
know you two aren’t the best of mates,’ he said. ‘But Marion’s
got a lot of experience, and I think it’ll be good for you both.’
Karen
blushed. ‘I don’t mind,’ she said.
‘I
can teach you a thing or two about taking patients out,’ Marion
smirked. ‘Just watch and learn.’
Karen
smiled uncertainly at her.
‘Let’s
go and give them the good news,’ laughed Marion. ‘You can have
Evelyn, and I’ll take Florrie. We need to get them ready in time
for the ten o’clock bus.’
‘Fine,’
Karen said.
Karen
knew she was pretending everything was fine, not just at work, but in
her whole life. She dreaded telling Peter she was pregnant, and in
her dread, began to imagine that maybe she wasn’t. It was easy to
avoid him. He was out when she got in last night. A deep exhaustion
had kept her asleep all night and she hadn’t even noticed when he
came in.
As
soon as she had awoken this morning, she'd slipped out of bed
quickly, trying to avoid the smell of alcohol and perfume that clung
to him like a cloak. She'd pushed away the nausea and left the house
as quietly as possible, breathing a sigh of relief as the door closed
behind her.
She
was looking forward to going out with the patients, although would
have preferred to go with Linda or Sheila. Marion was so hard to get
on with. Karen had tried to like her, and had seen a softer side to
her at times. She had her favourite patients. Emily, who needed to
be spoon-fed, was one she had a lot of time for, gently wiping her
mouth after each spoonful. Karen remembered that Mike had said that
Marion had a heart of gold underneath her hard exterior so she tried
to keep an open mind as she prepared herself mentally for the outing
into town.
She
knocked on Evelyn’s door and entered the room. ‘We’re going to
town on the bus,’ she said. ‘We need to get you ready.’
Evelyn was sitting in the chair beside her window, the sunshine
casting a shaft of light across her face, dust mites floating in the
air in front of her eyes. She drew her eyes away from the dust,
looked up at Karen and smiled.
‘What
do you think, Evelyn? Do you think it would be nice?’ She sat on
the edge of the bed.
‘Am
I going home?’ Evelyn frowned.
‘No.
Not home,’ Karen answered. ‘Just to the shops for a look
around. We could go for a cup of tea in a cafe if you like.’
‘Not
home,’ Evelyn persisted.
‘No.
We can’t take you home today.’ Karen felt apprehensive.
Evelyn’s old home was in the middle of Fareham. There’d been no
contact with Mrs. Chapman since Karen’s visit to her. She’d not
told any of the staff about the visit, and still felt unsure about
whether she should have gone at all.
‘Well,
what do you think?’ She asked again.
‘Alright.’
Evelyn paused, frowning. She looked at Karen and smiled again.
‘You’ll look after me,’ she said.
‘Of
course. We’ll go on the bus and have a cup of tea. Then come back
again together.’
‘Together,’
Evelyn said. She stood up and held her hand out to Karen. ‘Come
on then. I’m ready.’
Fareham
was quieter than on the market day. They wandered around Woolworth,
browsing through the kitchen wares - Karen felt the irony of browsing
through items that neither Florrie nor Evelyn would be likely to
need. They stood by the pick-and-mix sweets watching a little boy
choose a bag of chocolate buttons, toffee, and jelly beans. Florrie
reached out to help herself to a fistful of sweet bananas and had
stuffed them into her mouth before Marion could stop her.
‘Florrie!’
she snapped. ‘You have to put them in a bag and pay for them.’
She looked at Karen. ‘Let’s get out of here,’ she said.
‘Come
on Evelyn, we’re going.’ Karen took hold of Evelyn’s hand and
tried not to laugh as they left the shop - hoping that the shop
assistant hadn’t noticed.
‘Let’s
go and get a cup of tea.’ Marion suggested. ‘There’s a place
just along here. It’s a bakery with a cafe in the back.’
They
wandered along the road, looking into shop windows as they went,
standing for a while outside the Savoy Cinema which was showing the
latest James Bond film, Live
and Let Die.
Evelyn stared at the photographs advertising the film, then turned
and looked up at the glass doors at the top of the broad steps.
‘Are
you alright, Evelyn?’ Karen asked.
‘I
remember this place,’ Evelyn said. ‘I used to come here.’
‘What
films did you see?’ Karen asked trying to imagine Evelyn as a
young girl.
‘I
don’t remember.’ Evelyn paused. ‘Red
Shoes.
Moira Shearer.’
‘I
remember seeing that on the telly,’ Karen said. ‘It was about a
ballet dancer wasn’t it?’
‘Yes,’
Evelyn smiled.
‘Come
on, you two.’ Marion’s voice brought Karen back to the present.
‘We won’t have time for a drink if you don’t get a move on,’
she complained.
‘We’d
better get going,’ Karen said as she pulled at Evelyn’s hand
gently. They caught up with the other two as they entered the cafe.
‘You
shouldn’t get so involved,’ Marion said to Karen as they sat at
one of the small tables. She had placed the two ladies on the next
table. Florrie was delicately picking at a cream cake, licking her
fingers after each mouthful. Evelyn was sipping her tea, staring in
front of her.
‘Look
at her,’ Marion went on. ‘You’ve just made her worse. You
don’t know what’s going on in there.’
‘Don’t
talk about her like that. You shouldn’t talk about her in front of
her.’
‘Why
not? She doesn’t understand,’ Marion laughed.
‘I
think she does,’ Karen insisted, lowering her voice. ‘Please,
stop saying things like that.’
‘Don’t
be stupid,’ Marion said lightly. ‘You’re as bad as her if you
think there’s anything going on inside her head.’
‘You
don’t know.’
‘I
know more than you think. I’ve been doing this job a lot longer
than you and I’ve known Evelyn for a long time. That woman can be
a right bitch.’
‘Stop
it, please.’ Karen looked across at Evelyn who sat with her head
down, shoulders slumped, her fingers picking at a stain on the table.
‘Don’t
tell me what to do,’ Marion continued. ‘You’re nothing but a
kid who doesn’t know what she’s doing. Look at you,’ she
sneered. ‘What would you do if she kicked off in here?’
‘Why
would she?’ Karen felt a flicker of doubt.
‘You
never know when they’re going to turn on you,’ Marion laughed.
‘Look.’ She reached across and gave Evelyn a prod on the arm.
‘What’s going on in there?’ she asked.
Evelyn
turned to her with a puzzled look in her eyes. She said nothing.
‘What’s
up, Evelyn?’ Marion asked. ‘Can’t think of anything to say?’
‘Leave
her alone,’ Karen pleaded. ‘Why do you have to be so nasty to
her?’
‘Don’t
tell me what to do,’ Marion hissed at Karen. ‘People are looking
at us.’
‘I
need the toilet.’ Florrie stood up.
‘Shut
up, Florrie,’ said Marion. ‘Sit down.’
‘But
I need the toilet. I’ll wet my knickers,’ Florrie persisted.
‘For
God’s sake, Florrie, you’ll have to wait.’ Marion glared at
her.
‘I’ll
take you Florrie,’ Karen said. ‘Come on, there’s a loo at the
back of the cafe.’ She stood up and took Florrie by the arm,
ignoring the stares of the other customers, leaving a seething Marion
with Evelyn.
Five
minutes later they made their way back to the table. Karen noticed
with a feeling of trepidation that Marion was alone, holding a
handkerchief to her face.
‘Where’s
Evelyn?’ Karen asked.
‘She’s
done a runner,’ Marion dabbed her face. ‘I tried to stop her,
but she punched me in the face and ran out the door.’
‘Why
didn’t you go after her?’ Karen was appalled.
‘Don’t
be stupid,’ Marion said. ‘On my own? I told you she was
dangerous.’
Karen
glared back at her. ‘I don’t believe she is dangerous. What did
you say to her?’
‘Nothing.
She just smacked me for nothing.’
‘She
wouldn’t have done that.’
‘You
calling me a liar?’
‘No.
I just don’t know what to think.’ Karen said. ‘What do we do
now? I should go after her.’
‘You
don’t know where she went. She could be anywhere. We’ll have to
let the police know when we get back to the ward.’
‘She’ll
be frightened. Can’t we go and look for her?’ Karen asked. ‘She
can’t have gone far. Which way did she go?’
‘I
don’t know. I wasn’t looking. She’d just thumped me in case
you hadn’t noticed,’ Marion said indignantly.
‘You’re
alright aren’t you?’ Karen asked.
‘No,
I’m not. And I’m certainly not trailing all round Fareham with
Florrie in tow!’ Marion was unrelenting. ‘I’m getting the
next bus back to Highclere. You can do what you want.’
Karen
picked up her bag. ‘I’ll see you back at the hospital then,’
she said.
‘I
said you were too involved and I was right,’ Marion sneered.
‘You’re wasting your time, but it’s up to you I suppose.’
‘You’re
right, it is up to me,’ Karen said. ‘And I’d like to know why
Evelyn hit you. She’s not done something like that for a long
time.’
‘I
hope you’re not accusing me of winding her up.’ Marion paused,
then sniffed. ‘You need to be careful what you say.’
Karen
glared at her, smiled at Florrie, and quickly left the shop. She had
an idea where Evelyn may have gone and turned towards the church at
the bottom of Trinity Street. As she walked she heard the clock
striking eleven. She stood for a moment at the corner, remembering
her previous visit to Mrs. Chapman and wondered how Evelyn would cope
with seeing her mother again after such a long time.
Marion’s
words were burning in Karen’s mind - ‘You never know when they’re
going to turn on you, and you never know what’s going on inside her
head.’ Karen supposed that there was some truth in those words but
couldn’t believe that Evelyn would hurt anyone without a good
reason. On the other hand, Evelyn may feel she had a good reason to
hurt her mother after being left in Highclere for twenty years and
more.
Karen
ran up the street, her heart thumping.
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