Australian Dreams. Fiona McCallum

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      ‘Sorry?’

      ‘You were miles away. I was just saying I put a couple of nails in some loose iron on the stables.’

      ‘Bit dangerous to do on your own, don’t you think?’

      ‘Probably, but it felt good. You know, actually doing something for Dad. For the briefest moment everything was back to normal – before…’

      ‘Did you check inside the house?’

      ‘No. I know I should have, but I just couldn’t.’

      ‘There’s nothing you should or shouldn’t do, Claire. You do it when it feels right and don’t when it doesn’t. There are no rules.’

      ‘God I wish I could be like you – not a worry in the world.’

      ‘Hey, I’ve got plenty I could worry about. I just choose to change what I can and ignore what I can’t. And it’s taken a lot of practice. Remember, I wasn’t always like this.’

      Claire remembered all right. Remembered Bernadette worrying constantly about exam results and subject choices for the best career, while she’d just gone along following the subjects and teachers she liked without giving the future much thought. She’d almost forgotten what a stress-head her best friend had been: the time the ambulance had been called when she’d had a panic attack during the year eleven maths exam; the masses of hives that erupted before opening her HSC results.

      Now she thought about it, Claire realised it was bizarre how things had changed – not that she could be called a worrywart, she decided firmly.

       Chapter Four

      At work, Claire got herself into a routine blur where she managed to wade through her mass of emails and remove a number of items from her long to do list. She was feeling a little better – less snowed under and more optimistic regarding Jack’s recovery.

      She’d been pinching him hard on the arm every so often in the days since reading about Dr Burrows’ Stimulation Therapy. She hated doing it and felt terribly guilty afterwards, but on Sunday night she’d got a reaction. It was only a slight change of expression, but it showed a response to pain nonetheless. She was ecstatic and a little reluctant to leave when the nurse told her visiting hours were over.

      The next morning Claire went to the office with a slightly lighter step. At her desk, she checked her watch. Derek would be in any second. She looked forward to their ritual Monday morning chats, and especially enjoyed the news from inside the racing fraternity.

      She smiled as Derek assumed his customary perch on the edge of her desk.

      ‘How was Murray Bridge?’ she asked.

      ‘A couple of winners, couple of losers, you know how it is.’

      ‘Yeah.’

      There was an awkward moment when no one spoke. Claire added a note to the bottom of her list.

      ‘Any change with Jack?’

      ‘Actually, there was a little,’ she said, beaming up at him.

      ‘I take it by your good mood it was a change for the good.’

      Claire gave Derek a brief rundown of Dr Burrows’ theory before telling him how she’d pinched her father and got a small reaction.

      ‘That’s great. Want to reconsider taking some leave to spend more time with Jack?’

      ‘No thanks, I’m fine – told you that last week.’

      ‘But if what this Dr Burrows says…’

      She gave a tight laugh and waggled a finger at him. ‘Anyone would think you were trying to get rid of me.’

      ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

      Claire thought he looked embarrassed, caught out, but what she heard next nearly caused her to topple off her chair.

      ‘As you know, I’m off from this Wednesday to next Thursday. I’d like you to come with me – just for a few days,’ he blurted.

      ‘What?!’ she cried, blushing furiously. But Derek was holding up a silencing hand, an unreadable expression on his face.

      ‘Purely platonic, Claire – separate rooms and all that.’

      She was slightly miffed at his apparent lack of interest. Not that she was interested in him. But a little flattery never went astray. Responding to her perplexed expression, Derek began to explain.

      ‘It’s just that I really would value your expertise…’

      Oh God, Claire thought, he wants me to give him womanly advice, cast an eye over a potential lady friend or something. Well no way.

      ‘…on a couple of horses I’m having some issues with. I know you’ve got a good eye and thought if you saw them actually racing you’d have more of an idea. I’m heading off to a couple of race meetings in country Victoria.’

      It wasn’t the sort of flattery Claire was hoping for, but it would do, she decided. Though of course, it was totally out of the question.

      ‘I’m really sorry, Derek, but I can’t. I’ve got mountains of work,’ she lied, casting her arm across an almost empty pile of document trays. She wasn’t about to admit it to her boss, but she was spending an awful lot of time trying to sort out her corporate box invite for the Melbourne Cup. Apart from that, it would be totally disloyal. Derek was a rival owner to Jack. Even if he did have his own trainer, there was no way she was about to impart her or her father’s secrets.

      ‘Please, Claire. You need a break and I need some expert advice.’

      ‘Expert!’ Claire snorted. ‘I’m a bloody Client Relationship Manager – I deal with people, remember. What about that hotshot team you’re always on about?’ Claire couldn’t resist the dig – she’d put up with his subtle rivalry for long enough.

      ‘They’re not naturals like you. They don’t understand what goes on in a horse’s head the way you do.’

      ‘Look Derek, I’m flattered. I really am. But not only do I have a lot of work here, but I have Dad to think of.’ There was no way she could leave him for a week, especially now she could see some progress. According to Dr Burrows, persistence was the key.

      Derek sighed deeply, clearly exasperated. ‘Come on, Claire. You and I both know he won’t miss you – he’s in a coma.’

      Claire was so struck by the callousness that she could only stare back with an open mouth.

      ‘Shit, I’m so sorry,’ Derek stammered. ‘I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just I…’

      ‘No, you shouldn’t,’ Claire snapped. ‘Now please go, I’ve got work to do,’ she growled, and willed herself to stay angry. Her mood only had to waver just a little and the tears began to show – usually at the most inappropriate of moments. The last thing she needed was СКАЧАТЬ