Coronation Day. Kay Brellend

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СКАЧАТЬ with his guvnor, but he was glad to have somebody with him to prevent his imagination running riot. Every time he heard a hum of activity behind the doors his heart leapt to his throat. He was certain the doctor would rush out at any moment to tell him they hadn’t been able to save his father. The waiting room was almost empty: just an elderly couple sat huddled together on chairs at the end of one row. They looked as anxious as Chris felt and he guessed they too were praying for good news from the staff about a relative.

      Aware of his uncle’s steady stare Christopher ran a hand across the back of his neck and dropped his chin. He knew he’d have to grass his dad up, and he was already feeling guilty as hell over his accident.

      Stephen had told him not to let on to Robert that the new ladder had been stolen. He’d said he’d replace it himself without the guvnor ever finding out that the Irish crew had stolen it off his van. Christopher had suspected his dad had felt embarrassed, and also at fault for having forgotten to padlock the new ladder. In the past they’d been able to leave equipment unattended for a short while without risking losing it, but since the Paddies had turned up in The Bunk anything out in the open had needed nailing down. Christopher also understood that his dad didn’t like feeling beholden to his brother, or that he was in his shadow, although, of course, he was, on both counts.

      ‘Didicois working down Whadcoat Street have been stealing stuff,’ Christopher admitted gruffly. ‘We’ve lost shovels to ’em ’n’ all. They nearly had a pick away too only I caught ’em red-handed.’

      Robert’s expression made words unnecessary.

      ‘He didn’t want you to know,’ Christopher sighed out as two nurses bustled past in a rustle of starch. ‘Said he’d replace the stuff we’d lost out of his wages when he could afford to. Felt it was his fault for not keeping a closer eye on it all.’

      Robert spun away, his fingers splayed rigidly above his head in a gesture of sheer exasperation, as he hissed a string of curses that made Chris wince.

      ‘Have you let Pearl know?’ Chris swiftly changed the subject.

      Robert nodded. ‘Sent Gil round to the shop where she works to get her and bring her here straight away. Thought they’d have arrived by now. Traffic must be bad …’ He glanced at the large round clock on the waiting-room wall. It was almost five o’clock in the afternoon and Chris realised he’d been here for over an hour already.

      ‘Came as soon as I heard off Beattie about the accident.’ Matilda hurried in through the swing doors. ‘How is he?’

      ‘Don’t know yet … waiting to hear.’ Christopher drew his aunt towards the row of hard-backed chairs and made her sit down. He could see she was breathless and agitated. He sat beside her while his uncle paced to and fro.

      Ten minutes later Pearl appeared, ashen-faced. She rushed over but Gil, the warehouseman who’d given her a lift, hung back by the door as though conscious he wasn’t family and should keep to a respectful distance on such a solemn occasion.

      ‘How bad is he? Is he going to die?’ Pearl blurted out. She was a tubby woman and the tops of her arms were visibly quivering beneath her cardigan. She looked dishevelled, as though she’d dropped everything to race here. Suddenly she pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve to scrub at her watering eyes.

      ‘Waiting for the doctor to come and give us his verdict.’ Robert had put an arm around her trembling shoulders. ‘He’s strong as an ox, is Stevie,’ he encouraged her. ‘Take more’n a tumble to see him off …’

      ‘He’s been telling me about those pikeys in the street.’ Pearl was generally easy-going but, at present, her face was puckered in anger at the thought that Stephen might have been set about. ‘Have they done it to him? Was he in a fight?’ She shoved at her sleeves in agitation, eyes narrowing vengefully.

      ‘No, nothing like that,’ Robert soothed. ‘He’s had a fall from a ladder …’

      Pearl gulped in a startled breath. ‘How high up was he … ?’ she started.

      Matilda was first to notice the white-coated doctor entering and she sprung from her chair, flinching at the sharp pain in her knee. The little group converged on the portly fellow.

      ‘He’s been very lucky.’ The doctor addressed Christopher. ‘All things considered, it’s a miracle, young man, I’m not now writing your father’s death certificate.’ He waited until the information had sunk in and expressions of sheer thankfulness were transforming four faces. ‘He’s badly bruised and has a broken leg and collarbone and a few cracked ribs. The ladder probably saved him from worse injury. From the few words he’s said, he remembers landing on top of part of it and it probably broke his fall.’ He paused, aware of hungry eyes on him; the invalid’s family was silently devouring every word he uttered. ‘It’s the nasty head injury that’s most worrying,’ the doctor continued. ‘He’s concussed … I’m hoping that’s all it is. But we’ll need to keep a careful eye on him.’

      Christopher nodded vigorously, feeling so utterly relieved that he thought he might burst out crying. He could feel heat in his eyes and a stinging sensation attacking his nose. He tried to say a few words of thanks but his throat seemed to have closed so he let his uncle do the talking and sank down onto the chair next to the one Pearl had tottered to. He put his elbows on his grimy overall knees and let his forehead sink into his cupped palms.

      ‘Can I go and see him?’ Robert asked.

      ‘I think just his son should see him today.’ The doctor paused. ‘And only for a few minutes; you mustn’t excite him at all. He’s drifting in and out of consciousness and needs to rest.’

      Christopher nodded wordlessly and, as the doctor gave him a kind smile, he felt his eyes fill up again.

      ‘You’ll keep him in here for as long as necessary, won’t you, doctor? Don’t let him come out till you’re sure he’s ready.’ Robert knew his brother well enough: Stevie would discharge himself as soon as he was able to get his feet to the ground.

      ‘I’ll sit by his bed and make sure he don’t do a runner, if needs be,’ Matilda announced, thrusting her shaking hands into her coat pockets.

      A sob suddenly burst from Pearl and she wailed against Christopher’s shoulder, ‘Stupid sod, he is. What’s he doing going up ladders at his age when there’s you young men to do that …’

      Robert went over and patted comfortingly at her back. ‘Don’t worry, luv,’ he consoled her. ‘Soon as he gets out of here I’m gonna have his guts fer garters over it.’

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      ‘It’s not your fault.’

      ‘Yeah … it is …’ Christopher immediately spurned Grace’s comfort. ‘We’d argued again just this morning about me wanting to find me mum.’ The tip of his cigarette glowed and, in the ensuing silence, smoke drifted through his nostrils to mingle with night air. He turned away from the van’s open window to gaze at her. ‘Made a change for us to speak actually, even if it were just a blazing row. He’s been giving me the silent treatment for weeks. Hell it is trying to work with somebody all day long when they won’t say a word to you.’

      ‘It’s not your fault he went up that ladder, Chris,’ Grace gently persisted. ‘Your dad decided to use it, and he should’ve known better.’ One of her hands covered СКАЧАТЬ