Sunday, March 3, 2019

Part Six Chapter III

IIIAndrew had refused a lift covert to eyebrow House, so it was only Tessa and Fats in the car together, and Fats verbalize, I dont want to go home.All right, Tessa replied, and she drove, while talking to Colin on the telephone. Ive got him Andy found him. Well be back in a bit Yes Yes, I will Tears were splosh down Fats face his body was betraying him it was exactly like the time when calefactory urine had spilt down his leg into his sock, when Simon Price had made him piss himself. The het saltiness leaked over his chin and onto his chest, pattering like drops of rain.He kept imagining the funeral. A tiny little coffin.He had non wanted to do it with the son so near.Would the weight of the dead child ever lift from him?So you ran away, said Tessa coldly, over his tears.She had prayed that she would find him alive, provided her strongest emotion was disgust. His tears did not soften her. She was used to mens tears. Part of her was ashamed that he had not, later all, thr own himself into the river.Krystal told the police that you and she were in the bushes. You just left him to his own devices, did you? Fats was speechless. He could not believe her cruelty. Did she not understand the desolation roaring in spite of appearance him, the horror, the sense of contagion?Well, I hope you have got her pregnant, said Tessa. Itll pass around her something to live for.Every time they turned a corner, he impression that she was taking him home. He had feared Cubby most, but now there was postal code to choose between his parents. He wanted to get out of the car, but she had locked all the doors.Without warning, she swerved and braked. Fats, clutching the sides of his seat, saw that they were in a lay-by on the Yarvil bypass. stimulate that she would order him out of the car, he turned his swollen face to her.Your accept mother, she said, looking at him as she had never done before, without pity or kindness, was fourteen years old. We had the impression, fr om what we were told, that she was middle class, quite a bright girl. She suddenly refused to say who your father was. Nobody knew whether she was trying to protect an under-age boyfriend or something worse. We were told all of this, in case you had any mental or visible difficulties. In case, she said clearly, like a teacher trying to stress a point sure to come up in a test, you had been the result of incest.He cowered away from her. He would have preferred to be shot.I was desperate to adopt you, she said. Desperate. exactly Dad was very ill. He said to me, I cant do it. Im scared Ill hurt a baby. I need to get better before we do this, and I cant do that and cope with a new baby as well.But I was so determined to have you, said Tessa, that I pressured him into lying, and enunciateing the complaisant workers that he was fine, and pretending to be happy and normal. We brought you home, and you were tiny and premature, and on the twenty percent darkness we had you, Dad slipp ed out of bed and went to the garage, put a hose on the exhaust of the car and tried to kill himself, because he was convert hed smothered you. And he almost died.So you can blame me, said Tessa, for your and Dads bad start, and maybe you can blame me for everything thats come since. But Ill tell you this, Stuart. Your fathers spent his life facing up to things he never did. I dont expect you to understand his kind of courage. But, her voice broke at last, and he heard the mother he knew, he loves you, Stuart.She added the lie because she could not ease herself. Tonight, for the first time, Tessa was convinced that it was a lie, and also that everything she had done in her life, grave herself that it was for the best, had been no more than blind selfishness, generating confusion and mess all around. But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky could anybody stand to know that they all were?She turned the key in the ignition, crashed the gears and they pulled out again onto the bypass.I dont want to go to the Fields, said Fats in terror.Were not going to the Fields, she said. Im taking you home.

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