Masters And Lovers 1-4

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?”

“Australia.” He straightens up and beyond him, Stephen turns to glare over his brother’s shoulder. “I’m

staying with Andrew and his wife while I get settled in. Don says he knows someone who can give me

some work while they sort out my residency.”

“Australia…. It’s so far….”

She shrugs. “You have this half of the family. I’ll take my joy with our other sons….”

A shout from inside the taxi cab; “Hey, Lady. You coming or what?”

She twists back, her voice sharp. “I’m coming. Give me a minute.”

“It’s your call, but this is on the clock.”

Eve looks at where David is holding Shelley, bouncing her up and down in his arms, squealing. “I’ll go

now.”

“Aren’t you going to give her a kiss? Say goodbye?”

Eve looks again. Shrugs again. “Best not.” She turns and gets into the cab, staring ahead. The engines

revs and it drives away.

Al slumps….

The opposite of love isn’t hate….

…. It’s indifference.

“Do it again! Do it again!” Shrieking and laughing, Shelley is hanging on her hands around David’s

neck.

Al makes his way back to his chattering, smiling daughter and her brothers. “Let’s go in shall we.”

It’s a long climb. The elevator doesn’t work and the single light-bulb which illuminates the final flight

flickers on and off irregularly. David is breathing heavily as they reach the door of their loft apartment.

Inside, all is clean and tidy, everything well-kept and in its place, but the furniture provided by the

landlord is old and tired, the carpets are worn and the windows face away from the sun. From the

apartment below, the smell of boiling cabbage rises.

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. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“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.”