about the disturbing news from Thwaite. Dad had heard about it in the village but he obviously wasnât going to tell Mum â but the doctor, stupidly, did. And she seemed to hear, even in the state she was in, and she began to cry and wail â they had trouble calming her down enough to deliver the injectionââ Lucy looked at William and what she saw made her break off. âAnyway, sheâs very depressed now.â
âComing to London,â William said. âIf anything happens, it happens here. Whereâs the sense in that?â
âShe thinks we all ought to die together,â Lucy said flatly.
âSounds a lot easier than living together,â William couldnât help saying. He picked up the bottle from the table and poured himself more wine. Lucy hadnât touched hers. They were in dangerous territory now, moving into Sutcliffe-land, where common sense did not prevail. He asked hopefully, as if the question might have some meaning, âDid your dad give you any idea how long they planned to stay in London?â
âItâs not the sort of thing you plan,â Lucy replied. âI know you donât want them here.â
âNor do you,â William said. He changed tack. âLook, Lucy, this is hopeless. They canât come here. This dying together stuff is rubbish. Youâre a nurse. You know perfectly well your mother shouldnât come here. She needs expert help.â
âAnd you know she wonât accept it. The only way to do it would be tohave her sectioned. Iâm not even sure a doctor would agree to it â and youâve never been inside a mental hospital. I have. I wouldnât put my worst enemy in one.â
âJoe could pay privately,â William said. âThey can well afford it.â
They had had this discussion many times. They were drifting away from the point and William sensed Lucy was making this happen.
âThink how often weâve stayed with them,â Lucy appealed. William might have pointed out that this was not their decision. He could have added that as far as he was concerned each visit to the Sutcliffes had been a waste of free time which would have been more enjoyably spent elsewhere. But Lucy knew quite well what he thought.
William told her this, adding, âI wouldnât mind so much if I knew how long they were staying.â
âYes, you would,â Lucy declared.
âNot as much,â said William, drinking. He knew that after one more glass of wine he would start a row. He didnât care.
âThere it is!â cried Lucy. The suicide bombing at Thwaite was old news now but on the TV there was a picture of a wide gate being rebuilt, armed guards and fluttering police tapes. A medalled RAF officer and a man in a suit stood in the wind, discussing the event. Worldwide terror, constant vigilance and full alert were mentioned. The terrorist, blown to fragments, had not been identified. The van had been stolen in Swansea.
William said, âThis business at Thwaite is just an isolated incident. Anyway, they live ten miles away. Londonâs one security alert after another. Howâs your mother going to feel getting patted down going into the Tube? Oh, I forgot, she wonât be going into the Tube.â
âI donât suppose sheâll be going anywhere,â Lucy admitted.
âNo â weâre just going to sit here waiting to die together.â
âMumâs just terribly afraid of being left alone, without Dad,â Lucy said defensively. A thought struck her. âYou wonât walk out on me, William, if they come?â
âDonât talk rubbish,â he said. âIf I walk out, itâll be with you. Maybe we should go and stay at the B and B.â
Lucy surprised him when she said, âI thought about that, but itâd put a dent in our savings.â
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