my watch?â
âIn safe keeping. Could go missing if you kept it on your person. Iâve to go. One more thing â Doc Burn said to summon next of kin, and your wife was brought out to see you.â Macnamara stood up and started to walk away.
So he hadnât dreamed it.
Macnamara paused and turned. âShe was very upset.â
Well⦠Maybe Heather did still love him. But it could have been an act. âIâve been suspecting she doesnât love me anymore.â
But Macnamara had gone.
âTrouble with the missus, son?â
Two beds away, the old man with the shock of white hair was sitting up, gesticulating towards him. Must have heard something. Great privacy in here. âWho wants to know?â he shouted back.
âFred. Iâve been on this ward longer than any. Had trouble with my missus. Thatâs what brought me into these places.â
âWell, Fred. And â?â He twisted round to face the old man.
âI was in the Great War, joined up 1915. That damn Kitchenerâs poster! I came home on leave after Mons and found the missus in bed with a lout. I beat him up and left him for dead. Trouble was, the weasel did peg it some time after and the police said it was from the hammering I gave him. Iâd given the wife a thrashing too. She was whining, said she wouldnât tell whoâd beaten the lout up.â
âDid she?â
âYes, she testified against me, said Iâd gone right mad â and other things that wasnât true. But Iâd gone back to France, went over the top at the Somme â so by the time the trial came Iâd lost a leg and a lot more down below. The court said I was insane. Meant I didnât swing, but they put me in Broadmoorâs infirmary. Then they reckoned I couldnât escape nor do no damage, and moved me in here.â
âOh.â He wanted to say more, but his head was pounding and he sank down under the bedclothes.
Another patient appeared at the end of his bed. Looked familiar. It was the man whoâd startled him the other day.
He sat up, and felt the bed being shaken, then the shaking stopped. The man stepped back and pointed at him, shouting âYou,â before turning and going back down the ward â head bowed and muttering. The same routine as before.
âWhatâs all that about?â he shouted to Fred.
âPoor bugger, Larry. Came onto this ward in 1952. Heâd been in the infantry and got decorated at Monte Casino. But heâd gone around shagging Italian women and got the clap. They brought him here in a straitjacket. Made a right shindig till they silenced him with their dope. Heâs GPI.â
âWhat do you mean â GPI?â
âGeneral Paralysis of the Insane â a nurse told me. Thereâs a couple of other lads in here with it. They say if Larryâd had the medicine earlier he couldâve got better. But heâs got worse. When he had your bed, I used to get right deafened with his swearing.â
So, it was nothing personal. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The sooner he got away from here, the better. âWhat happened to your wife, Fred?â
âDonât know. She divorced me long ago. And I donât want to know.â
John slipped down under the bedclothes again. His head was bursting. He drowsed until tea arrived. A generous though marginally edible offering. He gobbled the lot and finished by licking the rubber plate. Survive!
When Maclean came with the medicines, it was a relief to gulp down his passport to oblivion.
15
Tuesday 1 st â Wednesday 2 nd May 1956 â in Aversham.
Cajoling Becky into accepting the spoonfuls, Heather could feel her resolve weaken. She and Becky didnât
have
to face the cold unwelcoming darkness at home tonight.
âYou look fair played out, mâdear.â
âItâs been a long day, Elsie.â Heather managed a smile.
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