Born Bad. Josephine Cox

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СКАЧАТЬ on his ice cream, the boy ran and skipped, laughing heartily while his father pretended to chase him.

      The boy did not fully realize the situation, but things had begun to change some time ago, when he had sensed a sadness in his parents. When he was near they smiled and pretended that everything was all right. But when they thought he was not looking, they would hold each other for a long time and never let go. Then his mammy went off to hospital, and the house felt so lonely without her.

      When, just now, the sadness touched him, he thought of Jack.

      Jack was a frog he had caught from the brook in his long-handled net.

      He loved that frog; he fed it and cared for it, and even made a little pool for it to swim in, with plants to hide under, and when he called its name it would come hopping out to see him. One day, Jack went away and he never saw him again.

      Tom was upset for a time. Then his daddy got him another frog who looked exactly like Jack, and that was fine. He remembered it clearly. When he was sad about Jack, his daddy had put it right, so now whenever he was sad, he believed his daddy would put that right too.

      There was nothing to fear, no one to hurt him, because his daddy was here. In Tom’s little world everything was warm and wonderful, and that was how it should be.

      As they walked on, Harry chatted to his son, and for a while his heart was quieter. His world had crumbled about him, but so far, the child had been protected.

      ‘Daddy, look!’ The boy brought Harry’s attention to the flower barrow. ‘Yellow roses.’

      Remembering, Harry smiled. ‘Mammy’s favourites,’ he mused aloud. If she could have red, pink or yellow roses, she would always choose the yellow ones.

      ‘Can we take her some?’

      Leading the boy to the stall, Harry fished a handful of coins from his trouser-pocket. ‘Why don’t we get her a dozen, eh?’

      A short time later, the two of them were nearly back at the car, Harry deep in thought, and the boy alongside, clutching the bunch of roses in one hand and his melting ice cream in the other.

      With his sticky fingers, the boy threw the remains of the cornet to the seagulls. When they quickly swooped down and carried it away in their sharp beaks, the child was fearful. ‘You won’t let them hurt me, will you?’

      Harry reassured him. ‘I would never let anyone hurt you.’ Lifting the boy into his arms, he inwardly cringed at the knowledge that soon, the boy would hurt like never before.

      As he was bundled into the Hillman Minx, Tom asked, ‘Are we really taking Mammy home today?’

      ‘Yes, son.’ Starting the ignition, Harry fought back his tears. ‘Your mammy’s waiting for us right now, so we’d best get a move on.’ He cleared his throat.

      ‘Daddy?’

      ‘Yes, son?’

      ‘Why did Mammy send us away today?’

      As he moved off from the kerb and into the traffic, Harry recalled how Sara had been adamant that she needed a little time, that she wasn’t ready and they must come back later. ‘I think she wanted to make herself look pretty for us,’ he said eventually, and smiled to himself.

      His darling wife could be a bossy tramp when needed!

      ‘When we get Mammy, can we go to the park?’

      ‘That would be nice, but I don’t think so – not today, son.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Because …’ Harry swallowed hard before going on. ‘Maybe we’d best leave it for another day.’

      ‘Look, Daddy! New baby ducks.’

      ‘I know, and I’m sure Mammy would love to do that, but … like I said, another day, eh?’

      ‘She will like her roses though, won’t she?’

      Harry nodded.

      ‘Can we go to the park for my birthday next week then?’

      ‘Mmm.’ Harry’s thoughts were elsewhere.

      The boy took his dad’s mumble as a yes. ‘Mammy said she’s got five candles for my cake. I’m a big boy now.’

      Harry smiled wistfully. ‘You certainly are.’

      ‘I’m starting school next week.’

      ‘Not next week,’ Harry gently reminded him. ‘It’s next term – in September.’

      ‘Oh.’ The boy was downhearted.

      ‘Hey, Tom, don’t be like that.’ Harry glanced at the boy in his mirror. ‘It’s only a few weeks away. It’ll be here before you know it.’

      The boy grinned. ‘I’ve got my red cap – and my black blazer,’ he said proudly.

      Harry played along. ‘Soon you’ll be all grown up.’ He recalled the day when Sara went shopping with Tom for his uniform, and how excited their son had been. Dear God! That was such a short time ago. So much had happened in between, it seemed like a lifetime.

      His thoughts retreated into the past. They say your bad deeds come home to haunt you. Was it true? he thought. When he had caused all that pain eighteen years ago, was the payback always lurking in the shadows?

      Deep down, he had always known his past would return with a vengeance. After all, it was what he deserved.

      But Sara did not deserve it.

      And neither did their son.

      For one sorry, fleeting moment, someone else crossed his mind – a girl named Judy.

      Flooded with guilt, he thrust her from his mind. That was a lifetime ago.

      And this was now.

      The nurse was a happy young thing, with dark expressive eyes and a broad Scottish accent.

      ‘Just look at yourself,’ she said, holding the mirror up to Sara’s face. ‘See how bonny you are.’

      While Sara checked herself in the mirror, the nurse went on, ‘Nurse Bridget has done a fantastic job with you. She knows more about make-up and fashion than I could learn in a lifetime.’

      ‘And I’m very grateful.’ Sara could not believe the difference in her appearance.

      Nurse McDonald chatted on. ‘You do know she’s off to a fancy job as a make-up artist in one o’ them posh London salons? Apparently, when she was a bairn, she always wanted to be either a nurse or a beauty consultant. It was her dad who persuaded her to go in for the nursing. “Nurses are always in demand,” he told her, “so you’ll never be out of a job”.’

      She groaned. ‘Have ye ever known a man not to interfere?’ She didn’t wait for СКАЧАТЬ