Mr Starlight. Laurie Graham

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      ‘Yes you are,’ she said. ‘That’s exactly what you are. He’s only a bab.’

      They allowed us to see him for five minutes but he was in a big machine, to help him with his breathing so we couldn’t really see him at all. They said they hoped to be able to tell us more in the morning.

      Mam said, ‘I’ll just brush his hair. Tell him I’m here.’

      ‘Not tonight,’ they said. ‘He’s too ill.’

      That’s when it hit her. ‘Oh, Cledwyn,’ she sobbed. ‘Whatever can it be? Don’t let me lose him. I couldn’t bear to lose him.’

      She wouldn’t come home, insisted on waiting there all night though there was nothing to be done.

      I said, ‘Should I ask Dilys to come? She could wait with you.’

      ‘No,’ she said, ‘Dilys is neither use nor ornament at this time of night. She can’t manage without her sleep the way I can.’

      I said, ‘Well, if I’m going to be up all night, I’d better phone Greely’s, tell them I shan’t be in tomorrow morning.’

      ‘Just go home,’ she said. ‘I don’t need anybody to sit with me. It’s a mother’s job to keep watch. And it’ll be me he asks for when he wakes up.’

      So Jean and Dennis kindly drove me home and when I offered them something for their trouble and their petrol, Jean said, ‘You keep your hand in your pocket. We don’t want your money, do we, Dennis? Of course, what we’d really love is an autograph.’

      ‘Happy to oblige,’ I said. ‘Where’s your autograph book?’

      ‘Oh no,’ she said. ‘This wouldn’t be the right time. He’s a sick boy. But when he’s on the mend, if you think to mention it to him, a signed photo would be lovely.’

      I expect she lived to regret not letting me sign her book, especially after I’d had my hit single.

      Sel got worse before he got better. He was on the critical list for several days and Mam instructed us on what we were to say to the reporters.

      Dilys said, ‘There aren’t any reporters, Mam.’

      Mam said, ‘That’s because you keep using the front entrance. They’ll be round the back, thinking to catch you out. That’s what they did when Judy Garland was in hospital.’

      Avril tried to visit too, just the once, but Mam soon saw her off. ‘Family only,’ she said. ‘Doctor’s orders.’

      This wasn’t quite true because Uncle Teilo was buzzing around every day, looking for progress reports, wondering how many more bookings he’d have to cancel. Sel was unconscious for a whole day and when he came to we had a bit of a fright. ‘I’ve gone blind,’ he said. He was clinging to Mam. ‘I can’t see anything. I’m too young to go blind.’

      Mam said, ‘Don’t worry, Selwyn, Mam’s here. Mam’ll send for a specialist. Cledwyn, tell your Uncle Teilo to get a specialist. Whatever it costs.’

      But it was only blurred vision. Gradually it cleared, then his eyeballs turned yellow and his belly swelled up like a balloon, and he itched so much he scratched himself nearly raw. It had all been caused by his jacket, they said. He’d been poisoned by the stuff that had been used to clean it. Carbon tetrachloride. Mam said, ‘It was no such thing. It was DabAway. And I only freshened it up. What was I supposed to do? Leave the sweat to rot the seams? Costly fabric like that?’

      They said Mam wasn’t to have known. It was in very tiny print about using the product in moderation and airing the garment thoroughly after it had been cleaned. They said four bottles was a lot, but she still shouldn’t blame herself. She said, ‘I’m not blaming myself.’ But I think she did, on the quiet.

      At the end of the first week they asked me to step into the doctor’s office.

      I said, ‘Are you sending him home?’

      ‘No,’ he said, ‘far from it. Your brother isn’t out of the woods yet. There could be kidney damage. We have to wait and see.’ I said, ‘How long?’

      ‘Two to three weeks,’ he said. ‘If there is damage … you might want to consider whether your mother should be warned.’

      I said, ‘She’ll do whatever it takes. She’ll cash in a policy if it’s a case of going private.’

      ‘It isn’t,’ he said. ‘It’s a case of a possible sudden deterioration.’

      Dilys was visiting when I looked in on him. She was trimming his hair and they were laughing and joking, no idea he might be on death row. ‘Cheer up, our kid,’ he said, when he saw me. ‘You look like you just saw a ghost. Come and sit down. I’ve got quite a story to tell the pair of you. I’ve had an amazing experience. A vision.’

      Dilys said, ‘Well, you are on a lot of medication.’

      ‘Nothing to do with medication,’ he said. ‘A beautiful lady came to me, in the middle of the night. She was dressed in long white robes.’

      I said, ‘It was probably that little staff nurse with the nice ankles.’ I had my eye on her myself, always crackling her apron, pretending to be busy.

      ‘No,’ he said. ‘It wasn’t any nurse. It was a visitation. She stood as near to me as you are and she was bathed in a heavenly glow.’

      Dilys said, ‘You must have been dreaming. Had they given you a jab?’

      ‘No,’ he said. ‘I was as wide awake as I am now. Something made me sit up all of a sudden and there she was, smiling at me. But here’s the best bit: she knew all about me, all about my singing career and everything.’

      I said, ‘Did she tell you Industrial Brush Social Club want to charge us for a no-show?’

      ‘Bugger Industrial Brush,’ he said. ‘This lady laid out my whole life before me. She said my days singing on the clubs are finished. She said I have a Higher Purpose.’

      Dilys said, ‘What, like Dewi Elias?’ Dewi was one of Aunty Gwenny’s in-laws, worked as a roofer for years until he slipped and had a bang on the head. Then he went for a deacon. Reckoned he’d heard celestial voices.

      ‘Never mind Dewi Elias,’ he said. ‘I’m on the threshold of a momentous change in my life.’

      It made my blood run cold to hear him making plans, after what I’d been told.

      ‘See?’ he said. ‘That’s why I was spared from DabAway poisoning. She told me I’m meant to go to America and there I shall make my fortune.’

      Dilys said, ‘Could it have been the lady with the library trolley?’

      I said, ‘Not in the middle of the night.’ I was hoping he had seen a vision, in a way. He was too young to die.

      He said, ‘She was sent from above. I know she was. One minute she was here, clear as I see you, next minute she was gone.’

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