the hair, the clothes, the carryings-on. In a couple of years Geraldine was as bad as the rest. One person canât fight against it. And you get no help from the teachers. They just tell you to calm down. Mr Anderson, for example, just pulling his beard and saying heâll investigate matters and heâs sure itâs not serious, and you know damn well you wonât hear another word, as if behaviour and manners and bad influences are nothing to do with them.
Doctors are just the same. Theyâre supposed to help, be up with the latest trends. I said, âThese tattoos can be surgically removed â Iâve seen it on the television â and I want it done for Geraldine. He said I was over-reacting, to âkeep calmâ. Iâd like to see how calm heâd have been if it was his daughter with âDAVEâ all over her knuckles. Heâd think it was too common for a doctorâs daughter. But I suppose he thought Geraldine was just a working-class trollop. He took a bit more notice when I hauled her back with her wrists cut to pieces. I got a prescription out of him then. âItâs only superficial,â he said. âBut bring her back in a fortnight.â
A lot he knew, giving her pills like that. Six days later she was in St Lukeâs, taken out on a stretcher, red blanket, the lot, and all the rowdy element gawping. Kevin Bates had the nerve to ask if he could go and see her at visiting time. âYou scum can keep away,â I said. âHavenât you done enough?â
It took something to walk down the street after that. I knew what they were thinking. Gloating, in fact. But I wasnât going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me in pieces. I put on my best green coat, powdered the blotches on my face, walked out in front of them all, and stood at the bus stop daring them to say a word.
Geraldine was propped on pillows, her dyed hair sticking up in spikes. She said, âHello, Mum.â No apologies.
I didnât know about the baby then, of course, but the young doctor called me to the nursesâ office. I stood watching her through the glass partition while he was telling me. She looked so innocent, with her white skin. So pure. How could she have let anyone mess her about? I remembered those plasters of chewing gum, the stained knickers she thought I didnât know about, stuffed behind the wardrobe. Sheâd never confided in me. Nobody did. Certainly not Clifford. He never gave me any support. Heâd gone to work as usual. âGive her my love,â he said, his back to me. âSay Iâll pop in and see her tonight.â
They thought the baby was all right. She hadnât taken very many. A cry for help, they said. All I could think of was who had driven her to this. That Dave? Those boys Mr Chislett had seen her with in the park â those leather boys, the ones with the jackets and chains, the ones who smoked all the time â who she pretended she didnât know? âWho was it?â I shook her. âTell me which one!â Iâd see he had his come-uppance. There was a law about these things. She was only a child.
The little bitch wouldnât say. âAnyway, Iâm having an abortion.â Sheâd got it all worked out. But if ever Iâve done one good thing in my life, it was getting that idea out of her head. I didnât even let up when that staff-nurse came and told me to calm down. Sister Mary-Margaret would have been proud.
And Nigel, when he came, was an angel of a child. Blond hair, skin you could almost see through, big clear eyes. Geraldine never had to lift a finger for him. I did everything. She just sat around, watching TV, eating. âWhy donât you go back to school, or college?â I said. I thought she might take some exams, train for something. Be an air hostess, like sheâd wanted as a child. Or a TV announcer. Now that Iâd got her out of all those dead
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