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We walked from the club laughing, arm in arm. So different, I
thought, from how we went into the club a few hours earlier.
'Now,' I confessed, 'I'm absolutely starving.'
'So am I. Let's have lunch and celebrate,' Angela said, swinging
the clarinet case around.
'Lead the way.'
'I start with Heather tomorrow,' Angela told me after we had
ordered. 'Sherry finishes up next week so I need to get up to
speed very quickly.' She seemed a different person, so open and
friendly and I smiled to myself at the transition.
I nodded when she looked at me. 'I need to find somewhere to
rehearse and,' I sighed, 'I need to clean Allan's flat out and
hand in the keys. Do you mind if I stay with you until '
'I'd be devastated if you went somewhere else. I'm going to love
having you there.'
'Can I ask you a question?' I asked and she nodded.
'Why were you so mean to me? It was like you hated me?' I said
quietly and Angela looked down.
'I didn't hate you, Liz, I hated myself and I hated what I was
doing to you! I thought the only way I could get through it was
to be mean, like a sergeant thingy in one of those awful war
movies. I used to cry at night after you went to bed. I was
awful and I hated it. There were times when I wanted to call it
off but you were so strong, doing it all for your brother
and...'
'I see.' An image of Angela crying on her bed flashed through me
and I winced. 'Angie,' I asked slowly and she looked at me
worriedly, 'the birth certificate, passport and all the other
stuff, is it... well, you know... is it real?'
She nodded. 'Absolutely. I requested it through official
channels and then, once I got the documents, destroyed all
records of the order. Those documents are substantiated by
changes in the official records, Liz, it's all very official and
real. Why?'
Why? Could I tell her I was thinking of remaining as Liz when
this was all over, that I was enjoying life more than I had ever
done in the past? That I was living a secret dream that had been
with me since I could ever remember, a dream I had squashed and
beaten down into my subconscious? Could I tell her?
I looked over the table at her big eyes and concerned expression
and realised that I couldn't tell her, not yet. I had just got
around to telling myself, for goodness sake!
'Nothing, just finance stuff.'
'You know,' Angela said, 'now that I'm going on the tour,
there's no need for you to go. You could go to the doctor and
get everything fixed properly...' 'And Heather will be very
happy that your friend suddenly leaves her in the lurch? Do you
think she'd keep you on the tour?'
'I didn't think of that.'
'I want to go on this tour, and I want to go as Liz Grey!'
Angela smiled. 'And go you will. What finance things do you have
to do?'
'I want to withdraw Allan's savings and put them into an
account. I need to start contributing to the expenses,
especially now I know that Maggie Thatcher isn't footing the
bill.'
Angela grinned sheepishly. 'You don't have to...'
'Yes, I do. I have to get those red gowns,' I added gloomily.
'You're not going shopping without me, are you?' Angela asked,
alarmed.
'No,' I laughed, 'definitely not. How did you come up with my
name?' I asked after a moment.
'Why?' she teased. 'You don't like it?'
'You know I do. Just curious, that's all.'
'Elizabeth was my mother's name and I looked up your family and
saw Grey was your mother's maiden name and Anne her name.'
'Yes, that's right,' I said softly.
'Are you sure you like it?'
I laughed. 'Of course I like it, it seems to fit me very well
indeed.'
Over coffee, Angela asked, 'do you want me to go with you to
Allan's flat?'
'Would you?' I asked hopefully. I had been dreading going there
on my own ever since I mentioned it and I knew I would put it
off if left to my own devices.
'Of course, I don't like the idea of you going there alone.'
'Neither do I,' I admitted. 'When?'
'No time like the present,' Angela said firmly, 'straight after
lunch.'
My heart sank. 'Now? But...'
'We have to get it over with, Elizabeth,' Angela said firmly
with a stern expression and I giggled.
'Yes Mum.'
Then it hit me, what about Mum! How was I going to tell her I
was going to nip over to Europe, pretend to be a woman and help
rescue her other son?
'What's up?' Angela asked.
'My mother, how am I going to tell her?'
'Tell her what?' Angela asked gently and I jerked my head up to
look at her.
'About going to Europe, Edward... everything...' I finished
lamely.
'It's a bit early, Liz,' Angela said softly, 'to tell her
everything, isn't it?'
'I suppose...' I said looking away.
'You're very close to your Mum, aren't you? Tell me about her?'
I did and we had another coffee as I did. There was nothing I
left out the father I never knew, the terrible accident that
robbed Mum of her leg when I was fifteen, her courage and
strength and, most of all, her love.
'She sounds wonderful,' Angela said, reaching for my hand, 'she
also sounds like a woman who would understand things and love
her children no matter what.'
'Yes,' I murmured, rummaging in my bag for tissues as I felt the
tears prick my eyes. 'I suppose she would. Angela,' I asked
after blowing my nose, 'what's in those hormones you give me?'
Angela blushed. 'The doctor recommended it, I was very hesitant
but he said it was a secret formula and that it would help you.
I did the wrong thing, didn't I?'
I shook my head. 'No, I don't think you did. Apart from the
crying, I don't see any changes.'
'It's too early. We can stop them if you like?'
'No,' I said evenly, looking at her directly, 'I don't want to
stop.' But the question remained, just how do I suddenly tell
Mum and Edward? Would they understand when I don't know if I do?
We took a taxi back to the townhouse, changed into comfortable
clothes and then took another taxi to Allan's flat. It
definitely wasn't the sort of neighbourhood you could park a Jag
in the street.
Cautiously, I opened the door of the flat, looking around almost
thinking I would see Allan sprawled on the sofa in his
underwear. 'Eww! It smells,' I said and Angela giggled.
'It stunk when I came here that night but Allan didn't seem to
notice.'
'No, don't suppose he did. Right, there are some boxes on the
top shelf of the wardrobe and there are garbage bags under the
sink. All of the clothes go in the bags and I'll give them to
charity. The music and records go in the box along with
documents, bankbooks and all that stuff.'
'You're giving all the clothes away?'
'Yes,' I said slowly, 'all of them.'
We worked quickly and soon had everything put into the bags or
the boxes. We then threw ourselves into cleaning the place and
I was totally embarrassed, as I hadn't realised how dirty the
place was. How did Allan, I wondered, live in this?
'What's going on?' a voice came from the doorway and we looked
up quickly. My heart sank when I saw it was Jean leaning against
the doorframe, smoking and looking at us suspiciously. She'll
recognise you, my inner voice screamed, she'll know you're a
man!
Angela glanced at me and I guess she saw the shock in my eyes
because she quickly said, 'cleaning out Allan's flat. Who are
you?'
'I live downstairs, I'm kind of a friend,' she added and I
thought that was a good description, a kind of a friend. I
wondered if she got off with the young coffee bloke from the
caf?. 'Who are you?'
'I'm Angela,' Angela said brightly, 'I'm one of Allan's many
ex-girlfriends. He's a bit of a shit when it comes to girls, I
must say.'
'Ex-girlfriend?' Jean asked and I could see her measuring
Angela. 'You were his girlfriend?'
'Yes, so was Liz,' Angela said with a mischievous smile,
pointing at me and I wanted to scream at her not to but it was
too late, Jean turned her eyes on me.
'You were a girlfriend as well?'
'Afraid so,' I murmured, 'he threw me over for Angie,' I said,
pointing back at Angela, trying to divert attention.
Jean stared at us. 'And now you're friends?'
'Why not?' Angela said brightly and I could tell she was
laughing madly on the inside, 'we're now friends and we have a
good laugh about our times with Allan.'
'I don't believe this,' Jean muttered and she looked at me.
She knows, I thought wildly, she knows!
'Allan has all these girls,' she muttered, almost to herself,
'attractive birds like these?'
Angela was trying hard not to laugh and I felt the same way,
this was so funny but, also terrifying in case Jean recognised
me. 'Liz,' Angela called,' I think we're finished.'
'Yes,' I said slowly, looking around the flat, 'I think we are.'
Goodbye, Allan.
'You know, I always thought Allan was gay, he was always ogling
good looking guys, thought I didn't notice.' I blushed at that,
looked down and Angela raised an eyebrow at me.
'So where's he gone, then?' Jean dropped her cigarette on the
floor and stubbed it out with her foot. Strangely, I felt
annoyed.
'Oh,' Angela said wildly and I could see her thinking as she
spoke, 'he's run off with a woman of course, some rich American
woman.'
'American woman?' Jean asked weakly and I thought she was going
to faint.
'Yes,' Angela said, winking at me, 'Liz has seen her. What does
Allan's new woman look like, Liz?'
I glared at her but Angela smiled sweetly and innocently at me.
'Well,' I cleared my throat, 'she rather looks like Madonna. You
know, that new singer...'
'I know,' Jean interrupted, 'she sings 'Like a Virgin'. I love
that song. His new girlfriend looks like her?' Her incredulous
expression filled her face and I tried to stop from laughing.
'Liz saw her,' Angela giggled, 'she should know. Let's go, Liz,
we have to get home.'
We gathered the boxes and the bags were left in the corner and
I would ask the landlord to donate them. Angela and I took a box
each and marched towards the door.
Two small boxes, I thought, that's all it takes to cover Allan
Stratton's life!
Jean put her hand on my arm as I walked past, 'do I know you? I
think I've seen you somewhere?'
I tried to be casual and forced a smile. 'Maybe. I play piano in
Heather James All-Stars?'
'Do you?' Her expression was priceless. 'I'm on trumpet, do you
think they would have...'
'The auditions have finished,' I said quickly. 'Goodbye, Jean,'
I said with finality.
'How do you know my name?' she pounced, a sharp look flowing
across her face.
'You said who you were when you came in,' Angela said calmly,
shooting a warning look at me.
'No, I don't think I did.'
'Yes, you did,' laughed Angela. 'How else would we know?'
'Well...I don't know...'
'You said your name when you stood in the door,' I said more
calmly than I felt.
'Who cares,' Angela sang gaily. 'Let's go. 'Bye Jean or who ever
you are.'
Jean scowled at her and I hurriedly pushed past.
Jean watched us load the boxes into a taxi and I watched her as
we drove off.
Goodbye Jean, and goodbye to Allan. We laughed all the way back
in the cab and I laughed so hard I began crying, crying with
relief.
'What's wrong, Liz?' Angela asked, hand on my arm.
'Oh, I don't know, everything and nothing,' I said weakly. 'She
really thought Allan was useless, didn't she?'
'I can't understand what Allan saw in that tart,' Angela said
emphatically, 'honestly, I wanted to slap her when she dropped
her cigarette on the floor!
Smiling, squashing a laugh, I squeezed her arm. 'Thanks for
coming, Angie, I really mean that.'
'I'm glad I was there, to embellish Allan's reputation,' Angela
said with a wink and I laughed. 'Tell me,' Angela asked after a
moment, 'were you ogling blokes?'
I shrugged. 'I don't know. I was always comparing myself but I
did find myself looking.'
'But you had girlfriends?'
'No, not really.'
'Boy friends?'
I shook my head. 'Angie,' I said seriously, 'I have to tell you
something.'
'What?'
I looked to see if the driver was listening and whispered. 'I'm
still a virgin, I've never...'
'Never, with no one?'
'No,' I said blushing and I suddenly felt terribly sad. 'You
must think I'm '
'Sh,' she said with a smile, putting her finger to my lip. 'It's
ok, Liz.'
We placed the boxes on the floor as soon as we got home and
Angela asked softly, 'a cup of tea?'
'Lovely.'
'Are you all right?' she asked as she put the tray on the coffee
table. 'Yes, perfectly.'
'Pull the other leg,' she said calmly, turning the teapot around
and around before pouring the tea. 'Seriously,' Angela said,'
are you ok with all of this, what I've done, made you do?'
I stirred my tea and thought carefully. Was I angry with Angela
in anyway? The fact was, although I couldn't tell her, I was
becoming increasingly grateful to her, for changing my life for
the better.
'Will you answer me?' Angela cried and I was surprised to see
she was fighting tears. 'I feel so terrible about what I've '
'Angie,' I said softly, 'don't!
'But...'
'No, I have no problem,' I said firmly, 'and I understand why
you did what you did, it's ok...'
'Liz,' Angela said suddenly, 'I look at you and I don't see
Allan, he's not there at all. I wonder about it, but you seem so
calm and almost happy. I feel like I'm a murderer or something '
'Angela,' I said softly, 'you're not a murderer, perhaps you're
a midwife,' I added, looking away. Silence wrapped around us and
I could hear the television from the next townhouse through the
walls, someone was watching television.
'Oh,' Angela said in a low voice, fingers around her teacup, 'I
see.'
'Do you?' I asked gently, trying to smile but I don't think it
was a success.
'I think so,' Angela said slowly. 'So, you're happy, you wanted
this?'
'I think so but it's too early to tell if I'm happy but,' I said
softly, 'I need a friend.'
Angela smiled. 'I'm your friend, Liz, no matter what you do or
decide, I'm your friend.'
I blinked hard, it was all suddenly too much for me, everything
seemed to be crowding in. 'Are you ok?' Angela asked softly and
I nodded.
'Yes, thank you, Angie.'
'No,' she said suddenly blinking, 'thank you.' We smiled at each
other and Angela suddenly bounced up and put some music on, a
classical piece and I wrinkled my nose.
'You're a jazz snob!' Angela shouted with delight, pointing her
finger at me. 'No I'm not,' I protested but she laughed
delightedly.
'I think you are,' she sang, 'I think you are,' as Beethoven
sounded around us.
'I just don't know it, that's all,' I mumbled.
'I could show you.'
'That would be good,' I said, brightening, 'fantastic! And I
could show you jazz.'
We smiled at each other.
'I have somewhere you can rehearse,' Angela said softly, 'my old
music teacher has a piano, she doesn't get many students these
days.'
'Would she mind?'
'She'd love to have you, I'll ring her in the morning.' I stood
up and began clearing the cups and saucers.
'I'm exhausted,' I said, 'time for bed for me, I think.'
'Me too,' Angela said, helping.
We were in the kitchen when she said haltingly,' Liz, do you
want the hormones?'
I smiled. 'Yes, I do. Please remind me every night.'
'You're sure?'
'Yes, really sure. Have you got it there?' She nodded and I bent
over.
'In the bottom?'
'What are friends for?' I murmured, bracing myself for it and
smiling again when it was finished.
'There,' Angela said, 'that's it.'
'Goodnight, Angie,' I said, kissing her cheek and she smiled,
held onto me and hugged me.
'Goodnight, Liz, and thank you.'
I lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I got
from Allan to here, from Allan to Liz! It was such a short time,
but in my mind it had been such a terribly long journey.
I was, I convinced myself, becoming rather selfish and
concentrating on myself when Edward should be the centre of
attention, the focus of our endeavours. We're going to get you
out, Edward, I told myself, we are, just hang on.
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