Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 70

Forty-One Years Ago

The phone rings and Al stares at it listlessly. It could be the most uninteresting thing in the world.

Relentlessly, it rings, the sound echoing from the walls of the shabby apartment.

Taking a long breath, he stands, moving to the phone. He moves slowly, the clothes hanging from him.

“Al?”

“Eve?” He comes alive. “Eve? Oh, thank God. At last….”

Her voice is flat. “Al, I’ve not called to have a conversation with you. I’ve called about Shelley. This isn’t working. I can’t cope with it anymore. She misses you and the boys and her friends too much. She wants to come back to you….”

“Of course she can come back. Eve…. Are you going to.…?”

“No…. Will you take her?”

*****

“We’ll make it work, Dad. Don’t worry.” David claps his father on the shoulder, looking nervous but determined. “Stephen and I both want her here. We’ll do everything we can to help….” He turns to his brother. “…. Won’t we?”

Stephen nods decisively, a solid, comforting presence. “Absolutely. Between us, we’ll manage.”

Al’s voice wavers. “She thinks she’ll be coming home….”

“We’ll make it home for her. We’re here. That’s what matters.”

*****

“Daddy!” A streak of red hair and freckles runs up the steps to the main door of the ugly brick tenement and throws herself into her father’s arms. His face is lined, turned down at the mouth, but he breaks into a smile as his little daughter wriggles into his embrace. “Daddy, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too. Princess.” He looks down to where the taxi is waiting, Eve standing beside it, clutching a worn purse.

He passes the little girl to her brothers, standing just inside the hallway. “Here, say hello to Stevie and Davey while I talk to Mummy.” Stephen takes her in his arms, looks to his mother, then, his face setting, turns away.

David watches his father descend to the street, moving carefully, holding the rail to avoid slipping on the worn stone steps where they dip under the tread of a thousand pairs of feet. His mother’s eyes rise to him, but she doesn’t quite meet his gaze.

“Davey! Davey. Wanna hug….”

He turns away, bending to pick up his little sister and something like relief crosses Eve’s face.

Walking with a stoop, Al makes his way to the woman who stands, stony-faced, watching him from beside the taxi its motor still running.

“Eve, you don’t have to go.”

She doesn’t even seem to hear the words. “I’m staying at the motel for a few days, to make sure she settles in. After that, I’m going.”

“You’ll leave an address of course. I’ll bring her to see you…. Weekends, holidays, whatever you want.”

“No. You’re not listening. I’m going.”

“You’re leaving?” His mouth slackens. “You’re leaving all of us? You’re leaving Shelley? I thought you’d…. be staying in the area.… or something….”

“I asked her if she wanted to come.” Eve’s face twists. “She didn’t want to. She wanted to be here with you and the boys.” Her voice is weary. “Everyone’s entitled to their own choices, Al. I’ve put up with you and your mad schemes for too many years. The age I am now, if I don’t make a life of my own now, I’ll never be able to.”

Slumping, he rubs at an eye. “Where…. where are you going?”

Shelley, still cradled in David’s arms looks around. “Why are we here? When are we going home?”

*****

David, breathless from running up five flights of stairs, bursts into the lounge. “Hey, Stephen, Dad, good news. I’ve got a raise.”

Stephen looks up from where he sits under a grey skylight, carefully writing out a label, similar to half a dozen other labels already glued to a sheet of card bearing a double rank of beetles. The insects catch the light in glittering emerald and cobalt except for the spark of silver from the end of the pin spearing each one in its place. He looks up with a smile. “Congratulations, Bro. What are you going to spend it on?”

David tilts his head to his father, but Al just stares back vacantly. He lowers his voice, perching on the end of Stephen’s table. His brother looks up irritably as David’s shadow casts over his work area.

“There’s a house coming up for rent. One of the guys at work told me about it. He was going to go through an agent, but if we rented it direct from him, paid him cash, we can get a much better price. It needs work, but it’s got extra bedrooms and a yard for Shelley to play and it’s in a much better area. She could go to that school on Southside.”

Stephen lifts his chin. “Sounds too good to miss. When do we go see it?”

“Right now. Get your car keys.” David snags a leather jacket from the back of the door, tossing it across to Stephen who snatches it out of the air.

*****

“It’s perfect.” Stephen revolves, looking around at the overgrown lawn and tangled shrubs. A child’s swing stands in one corner, the seat dangling by one chain. “Or at least as perfect as we’re going to get at anything like the price.”

“That’s what I thought. We can fix it up between us. It’s close to the hospital for Dad. And at least Shelley gets a proper home.” He eyes his brother. “It’ll need both of us to afford it.”

Stephen shrugs. “You planning on going anywhere the next few years?”

David clicks his tongue. “You’re good with it then?”

“Yup. Let’s go for it.”