Family Drama 4 E-Book Bundle (40 page)

‘Kevin, how dare you talk to me like this? Of course I won't ruin Johnny.'

‘Oh, I dare.' And then his eyes turned to Pearl, his voice hissing and urgent as visiting time drew to an end. ‘My mother made sex a dirty word, and I want you to get Johnny away from her. Find
somewhere else to live, and don't come here again.'

Pearl stared at him in confusion, but then a guard came to lead him away. Dolly reared to her feet, calling, ‘I know you don't mean it, son. You're under a lot of strain, that's all. I'll be back to see you as soon as I can.'

‘Don't bother,' he shouted, ‘and, Pearl, do as I say. Get Johnny away from her.'

Dolly's face was white as she turned to Pearl. ‘He's upset, and you mustn't take any notice of what he said.'

‘Please, I just want to get out of here.'

Dolly nodded, becoming quiet, and she hardly spoke on the way home. Pearl too was deep in thought. Kevin has said some strange things. He said that Dolly was sick, that she had made sex into a dirty word. What did he mean? Had Dolly interfered with him in some way? Oh God, it was awful. He had told her to get Johnny away from his mother and, somehow, she intended to do just that.

The following day Dolly was morose, hardly speaking and, wanting to get out of the flat, Pearl got Johnny ready, wheeling him across to Bessie's shop. She wanted to talk to the old lady, to tell her what Kevin had said.

‘Hello, love,' Bessie said as Pearl pushed the pram inside, her head cocking to one side. ‘What's up?'

Pearl took a seat by the counter. ‘It's Kevin. I had a bit of a shock when we went to see him.' She went on to tell Bessie what had happened, finally saying, ‘He told me to move out, to get Johnny away from Dolly.'

‘Well, love, I must admit I don't like the sound of it. Are you going to take his advice?'

‘Yes, of course I am, and I want to move out as soon as possible.'

‘Can't say I blame you, but before we work out what you're going to do, I must tell you about another vision.'

‘Was it about Kevin again?'

‘No, this time it was about you.'

‘Me! What did you see?'

Bessie's forehead creased. ‘It was odd. All I saw was a woman sitting in bed looking at a newspaper, and your face was on the front page.'

‘But I've never been in the newspaper, and who was this woman?'

‘I have no idea. All I can say is that she looked ill, but happy.'

‘Is that all?'

‘Yes, but I have a feeling she'll come into your life.'

Pearl rubbed a hand across her forehead. Why would a strange woman be happy to see her? ‘Maybe I'll meet her when I move out of this area?'

‘Have you any money, Pearl?'

‘No.'

‘So how do you think you can move away? You'd need to find a home, a job, and you can't work with a baby to look after.'

Pearl knew Bessie was right. She'd been stupid, living in a dream world, and now she was facing reality, tears stung her eyes.

‘Don't get upset, love. Why don't you come back here? I know it's only a stone's throw from Dolly, but it's a start.'

‘I can't expect you to keep me.'

‘Keep you! Leave it out. There's work for you in the shop and it'll be nice to put me feet up for a while.'

Pearl's heart surged with gratitude. This lovely old lady was offering her a way out, and she grabbed it. ‘All right, Bessie, I'll come back, and thank you.'

Things didn't work out as Pearl expected, her happiness short-lived. During her absence Dolly had collapsed and Pearl returned to find Bernie in a dreadful state.

‘She's hardly said a word since seeing Kevin yesterday and when you went out she just sort of folded. It was weird, Pearl, and she won't stop crying.'

‘Have you called the doctor?'

‘Yes, and he should be here shortly, but what happened to bring this on?'

She told him that Kevin had said he didn't want to see his mother again, blaming her for all that had happened. Her face reddened, too embarrassed to tell Bernie the bit about Dolly being sick and making sex a dirty word.

‘I can't believe that he doesn't want to see his mother again, and no wonder she's upset.' There was a knock on the door. ‘That'll be the doctor,' Bernie said. ‘Would you let him in, Pearl?'

She went downstairs, returning to wait with Bernie whilst the doctor examined Dolly.

Bernie scratched his head. ‘I reckon that, like Dolly, Kevin is looking for a scapegoat. He's done wrong, but it's easier to blame someone else than face his own actions. Dolly spoiled him rotten, but that doesn't mean she's responsible for what he did.'

Before Pearl could respond, the doctor emerged, Bernie jumping to his feet. ‘Is she all right?'

‘I think your wife is suffering from nervous exhaustion.'

‘What the hell is that?'

‘It's caused by stress. Has she been sleeping?'

‘No, not really, but she's a strong woman and always has been.'

‘Everyone has a breaking point, Mr Dolby, and I think your wife has reached hers. I've given her a sedative, and if you keep her free of any further worries, I'm sure she'll be fine.'

‘Gawd, how am I supposed to do that? She still has our son's trial to face.'

‘Don't let her go. Keep her at home.'

‘Huh, if she wants to go there'll be no stopping her.'

The doctor sighed. ‘You can tell her it's against my advice, and until then keep her as quiet as possible. Call me if you have any worries.'

When the man left, Bernie went in to see Dolly, but he soon returned. ‘She's asleep, but what about when she wakes up? I don't know how I'm going to cope with her, Pearl.'

Bernie looked sick with worry and, with a sinking heart, Pearl realised she'd have to remain. Bernie had always shown her kindness and she was fond of her father-in-law. She couldn't abandon him now. She'd stay for a while, just until Dolly recovered, and then she'd be out of there like a shot.

Dolly was up in less than a week, but she still looked awful and hardly spoke. Bernie seemed lost, creeping around his wife as though she was made of china. However, later that morning both he and Pearl were surprised when she suddenly surged to her feet, her voice strong and assertive again.

‘I'm going to see Kevin.'

‘You're not up to it, love,' Bernie protested.

‘I have to see him. He's my son.'

‘All right, if it means so much to you, I'll come along.'

‘No, Bernie, I want to see him on my own.'

Nothing Bernie could say would prevent her, and when she left they felt as if they were holding their breath until she returned.

One look at Dolly's face was enough for them to realise her visit had been a mistake. She looked almost on the point of collapse, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

‘What happened, love?' Bernie asked.

‘Kevin agreed to see me, but said it was for the last time.'

‘He said what?'

‘Oh, Bernie, he still blames me for everything and I … I think he's right.'

‘Don't be daft, Dolly. He tried to rob that jeweller – not you.'

‘Yes, but he only did it to get away from me.'

‘He's just making excuses. If he wanted money to move out there was nothing to stop him from getting a job.'

‘Maybe, but he said I'm a dominant and interfering mother.'

‘Well, you certainly ain't mouselike,' Bernie chuckled, trying to inject a bit of humour.

Dolly didn't smile; instead her voice rose. ‘Kevin's right then. I drove him to it!'

‘Leave it out, Dolly. You weren't that bad and, if anything, you spoiled the lad.'

‘Didn't I do
anything
right?' she cried, running from the room.

Bernie looked at Pearl, shaking his head in bewilderment. ‘I seem to be making a habit of putting my foot in it. I'll go and see if she's all right.'

It wasn't long before he came back. ‘She's in a right old state and I think I'll have to call the doctor again.'

Pearl nodded, but her heart was heavy. She had hoped that Dolly was getting better, but now the woman had taken a step backwards. Oh, if only she could move out, but she still couldn't bring herself to abandon her father-in-law.

It was mid-September and Pearl still hadn't moved in with Bessie. She had no love for Dolly, but Bernie seemed incapable of looking after her. The doctor had put Dolly on medication and mostly she just sat, seeming to draw great comfort from just holding Johnny in her arms. Strangely, though, she always asked permission now before picking him up, and with all the housework, the washing, ironing and cooking to do, Pearl was sometimes pleased to hand him over to her mother-in-law. She had watched carefully, but hadn't seen anything to make sense of Kevin's accusations. Nevertheless, she remained vigilant, making sure that Bernie was always around before leaving Johnny in her mother-in-law's care.

Then, after all the waiting, Kevin was at last brought to trial, Dolly insisting that she was going to attend. As though it had brought her a new lease of life, she bustled around getting
ready, only stopping her preparation when Bernie spoke.

‘The doctor has advised against this, but you just won't listen. All right, go then, but you needn't think I'm coming with you.'

She hardly reacted, only closing her eyes for a moment before turning to Pearl. ‘What about you?'

‘Yes, I'd like to go, but I don't want to take Johnny. Would you mind looking after him, Bernie?'

‘Of course I will – well, as long as you make sure you have his bottles made up.'

Pearl smiled her thanks and went to get ready, afterwards preparing everything for the baby.

Bernie insisted that she call a cab. Dolly hardly spoke during the journey, and when they entered the courtroom it was to find it packed, many locals showing an avid interest in the case.

The chamber buzzed with voices, and a sea of faces looked at them as they sat down. Dolly kept her head low, Pearl surprised when she reached out to grip her hand.

There was a hush as Kevin appeared in the dock, which continued when the judge entered the courtroom.

The trial began, but after all Pearl's nervous anticipation, it was quickly over. On his lawyer's advice Kevin had pleaded guilty, and now the judge was looking at the medical evidence. The jeweller
had recovered, but only just, the report revealing brain damage.

Pearl's found her eyes were fixed on the bench and the stern-faced judge. He looked grim as Kevin stood before him, and she gasped as he passed a sentence of fifteen years imprisonment.

The courtroom came alive, buzzing with voices again, but Dolly slumped in her seat. Pearl thought she had passed out, and bent anxiously over her mother-in-law, but as Kevin was led away Dolly rallied enough to rise to her feet.

‘Oh, son,' she cried.

Kevin's eyes flicked towards them, but then he was urged downstairs and out of their sight. Dolly stood transfixed, but Pearl took her arm, pulling her mother-in-law towards the exit.

They emerged into bright sunlight, but it was the flash of a camera going off in Pearl's face that made her blink. She hadn't expected reporters, new headlines taking up the front pages, and now looked frantically for a taxi. One was coming and she raised an arm to hail it, almost bundling Dolly inside before slamming the door behind them.

‘Battersea High Street,' she told the driver.

‘Oh, Pearl, I can't believe it,' Dolly whispered. ‘Why did Kevin plead guilty?'

‘With the amount of evidence against him, I don't think he had any choice. If Kevin tried to
plead not guilty and then lost the case, the judgement would have been harsher.'

Dolly sunk low in her seat, dabbing at her eyes, and as the taxi drove off Pearl didn't look back. Kevin was going to prison, he didn't want to see her again, and that meant her marriage was over. Suddenly she felt a surge of freedom again, followed by another of shame. How could she feel like this when her husband had just been sentenced to fifteen years in prison? Yet as she closed her eyes against her guilt, Pearl found that nothing could mar her feelings of relief.

Bernie was giving Johnny his bottle as they walked in, his eyebrows rising in enquiry. ‘Fifteen years,' Pearl told him.

‘It's what I expected,' he said, but then as Dolly suddenly staggered he rose to his feet. ‘Pearl, take the nipper. I'll see to Dolly.'

She took her son, surprised when Bernie spoke firmly to his wife. ‘See, I told you not to go, and in future perhaps you'll listen to me.'

‘Oh, Bernie …' Dolly groaned.