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A Strange Attraction to Concrete Cows by Karen Page
Chapter 5
As I walked up the drive to the Scott's house, Mrs Scott opened the door
and gave me a warm, welcoming hug. "Come on in. Anna is just finishing
making sure your room is clear."
"Thank you Mrs Scott. I'm sorry for intruding at this late hour."
"Poppycock, we've known you for about ten years and if we couldn't help
then who would you turn to? Go on up with your case, you've been here
often enough to know where to go."
Mrs Scott moved back inside the house and let me in. I wearily climbed
the stairs and entered the guest room. Inside I stood in shock. The
clutter and mess that normally populated this room was gone. In its
place was a clean, uncluttered room and standing in the middle was a
very proud looking Anna.
"What do you think?" she asked flourishing her arms.
"Unbelievable," I responded. "If the room was anything like it used to
be, then it's a miracle."
I placed the case in the corner and Anna proceeded to help me put
clothes in the drawers and wardrobe. We chatted away as we emptied the
case. The majority was just extra school uniforms. Anna looked at me
strangely as I hung up a smart looking pair of trousers and shirt.
"These are just in case I go to church tomorrow. I know you don't go but
it is only a twenty minute walk. I'd like to pray for my Dads speedy
recovery."
When everything was unpacked we trouped our way down stairs where Mrs
Scott was waiting in the lounge.
"Here is a key to the front door," she stated passing me a key. "You
know the rules of this house so I don't need to reiterate them. However
since we are in charge of you please let us know if you're going
somewhere and a rough time you're due back. That way we won't worry."
I just nodded my head. "I was planning to go to church tomorrow, like
normal. Is that okay?"
"Of course it is. You go to St Mark's don't you? Do you want George to
run you down?"
"No it is only a twenty minute walk. I should be back by half eleven, as
long as the vicar doesn't get carried away with his sermon."
I saw that Anna was getting tired and feeling a bit weary myself I said,
"I hope you don't find me rude but all this moving has worn me out. Do
you mind if I trot of to bed?"
"I think I'll turn in as well," stated Anna rising from the settee. The
two of us went up the stairs. As we got to Anna's door she paused and I
stopped. She looked like she was contemplating saying something. However
she just shook her head and said, "Goodnight. I'll come down to church
with you. It starts at half nine, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I replied and watched as her bedroom door closed.
I continued to my temporary sleeping place. This room was larger than
Anna's and had a double bed where hers only had a single. It also had an
attached room with a toilet and shower which Anna's didn't.
'I wonder why Anna doesn't have this room,' I thought to myself as I
slipped into my pyjamas. It took a while to get to sleep as my thoughts
alternated between by Dad and my impending pantomime performance.
However thoughts of Anna kept intruding my sleep, especially when the
sound of her snoring filtered into the room.
***
It wasn't long before the alarm signalled that it was time to get up. I
staggered out of bed my eyes gradually adjusting to the harsh electric
light. Oh how I missed the dimmer in my bedroom.
"Good morning," said Anna as we both simultaneously exited our bedrooms.
She was dressed smartly in a knee length skirt, plain blouse and a
matching jacket; it was the type of clothes that my sister wore to
church. After a rather quick breakfast we were on the way to church,
leaving Anna's parents still asleep in their bed.
We got to church fifteen minutes before the service started. Regulars
were surprised to see me with Anna and not my Mum or Beth. As we took
our places on the traditional wooden pews Beth arrived and joined us.
"No Sarah?" I whispered to Beth after she'd finished saying her prayer.
"She's a catholic," responded Beth in an equally hushed voice. "It
wouldn't have been fair to drag her to a Church of England service."
The sermon didn't last more than twenty minutes and after just an hour
the service was over. Instead of going straight home we went to the
church hall to have a coffee and biscuit. As we chatted the vicar came
up to us.
"Hi," he started, "Is your Mum not well?"
We were regular church attendees and for Mum not to be there was very
unusual.
"Dad isn't very well," stated Beth. "Mum went to Milton Keynes to look
after him."
"Where are you staying? Can I offer any assistance?"
"I'm staying with one of my friends from school," explained Beth. "Bill
is staying with Anna."
"Is this Anna? I don't think I've seen you in church before."
"I'm not a regular attendee," Anna confessed. "I thought it would be
good to keep Bill company. My parents are moving to Milton Keynes over
Christmas time so I doubt I'll become a regular."
The vicar moved away into the centre of the room and said in a loud
voice, "can I have everyone's attention." As the room became quiet he
continued in a slightly quieter voice, "It has just come to my attention
that Andrew Toms is very ill. Carol is tending his needs. Let us pray."
There was now complete silence and everyone bowed their heads.
The vicar then prayed, "Lord Jesus. During your time on Earth you
performed many acts of healing. You helped the lame walk; brought peace
to troubled minds and cured people suffering disease. Today there are
many people that require your help; please bring healing to all those
that are sick in body, mind and spirit. We especially pray for one of
your flock, Andrew Toms. Watch over him and help guide the people who
endeavour to heal him; especially his loving wife Carol. Bring comfort
to his friends and relations in this difficult time, especially his two
children Beth and Bill and the kind people looking after them. Amen."
After that short intercession we were inundated by regulars giving best
wishes to my parents and hoping for a speedy recovery for my Dad. There
were also offers of hospitality for me and Beth while my Mum was away.
Due to the unexpected attention we didn't set off till late. We said
goodbye to Beth and Anna and I started the trek home. We got back at
about twelve, just in time for Sunday lunch.
Erika had gone with her parents Christmas shopping so I hung around with
Anna most of the day. This was just like old times before we became a
trio. When Anna's parents went out during the afternoon Anna had me
practice for the pantomime. Jill was back in all but dress; I couldn't
risk being seen by Mr and Mrs Scott.
***
"How are you?" asked Erika as we all walked down to school. "I can't
believe that somebody would beat up your Dad like that."
"WHAT!" Anna and I both simultaneously screamed with all three of us
coming to a sudden halt.
"My Mum wouldn't tell me what was wrong with him; she just said he was
not well and needed looking after," I explained.
"My parents said the same," injected Anna.
"Well my parents didn't tell me either. I just eavesdropped at the door
when my Dad was talking to Anna's Dad. It seems it was somebody from the
office that did it."
"I suppose that explains why our parents didn't want us to know," I
surmised.
"But why would somebody want to beat up your Dad?" asked Anna. "He is
such a gentle person."
We continued to school pondering on the motive of the culprit. As we
entered the school grounds I saw Beth and we updated her on what Erika
had overheard. As usual Beth was very level headed about it.
"Look Bill," started Beth, "there is nothing we can do about it now. Mum
said that she should be back tomorrow so it can't be that bad."
"I suppose so," I conceded rather doubtfully.
"Why don't you meet me at our house after school? We can ring Mum at
Dad's house."
It was hard to concentrate on lessons due to my worries regarding Mum.
It brought back many questions regarding Dad. Why did my parents split
up? Why are they still apart when Mum says they have worked out their
differences? Why aren't we allowed to visit? Why was he beaten up?
"Bill, please concentrate on the lesson!" was a standard phrase that
morning and I was quite relieved when the bell rang signalling lunch.
That is until I remembered that it was the dress rehearsal for the
pantomime.
This week the cast of the play had been given permission to miss the
afternoon lessons. The two classrooms next to the hall had been
converted to changing rooms. However it was expected that I would
require assistance in putting on my outfit so I was given my own
changing room.
After I'd eaten I went to Mr Abbots to pickup my outfit. Beth had agreed
to help me dress. She had retrieved a bag of accessories, such as bra,
panties and makeup from her locker. Inside my changing room, which was
Mr Small's office, I asked Beth, "can you turn round while I change
underwear?"
Beth gave a slight chuckle as she obliged. As her gaze was diverted I
removed my male underwear and donned the panties quickly followed by the
bra. As I started to remove the dress from its protective bag Beth
turned round and said, "I still can't get over how quickly you put on a
bra. I know you have been practicing but I think you can do it quicker
than me. Don't put on the dress yet, I want to do your makeup first."
"It's easier for me as I don't have any breasts and yes I have been
practicing."
Beth deftly applied my makeup which added thirty years onto my life. I
was soon wearing my regalia and after Beth had given me the once over I
walked majestically onto the stage. The other cast members were already
waiting. This was the first time that they had seen me in costume and
they gaped at the brashness.
"Let's start the rehearsal instead of all staring at our Widow Twanky. I
think we agree that Beth did a good job designing the costume. So let's
have a run through and see if Bill gives it justice."
As I concentrated on my lines and not acting too feminine I didn't have
time to worry about my Dad or ponder my Mum's motives. Beth, being my
assistant, had also been excused from her classes and was seated where
the audience would sit. Half way through the rehearsal Mrs Harries
walked in with an official, but quirky, looking woman. Mr Abbots went
across and talked to them for a moment before calling me across.
"Bill," said Mrs Harries, "this is Mrs Dougal. She is from the exam
board to verify Beth's work. Normally the photograph with the written
work and our marking is acceptable but since this is the first time we
have run the course the exam board are checking that we are doing things
correctly."
Mrs Dougal was smartly dressed in a modern pants suit which looked quite
fashionable but it didn't match the rest of her looks. Her glasses were
throwbacks from the nineteen twenties as was her hairstyle.
"May I examine how the dress fits you?" I was asked.
I attempted to shrug my shoulders with indifference but the layers of
the dress hid the movement. "Go ahead," I responded after realising she
was still awaiting my permission.
As I was being checked over I noticed that Beth had risen and was about
to come across. Mrs Harries also noticed and shook her head. Beth must
have got the message as she sat down but continued to watch the
proceedings. When Mrs Dougal had finished she removed a folder from her
briefcase and jotted a few remarks down.
"Thank you for your help," she said to me as she replaced the folder
back into her briefcase. Then with a flourish she was gone.
After that brief interruption the rehearsal continued. Every so often Mr
Abbots would stop and correct something but the items were just minor.
At the end he said, "well done everyone. That was very well done. Same
time, same place tomorrow."
Wow, unbelievable, we had finished twenty minutes before the end of
school. My first thoughts were that I would be able to get home early
and find out about Dad. My thoughts were soon dashed when I relayed my
thoughts to Beth.
"I doubt we will get home early as getting you changed is going to take
twenty minutes minimum. The makeup removal is going to take at least
five minutes."
As Beth and I walked towards the door Mr Abbots suddenly came up to me
and said, "Bill, you did very well but be careful not to overact.
Sometimes you looked just a bit too much like a girl playing the part."
"I'll try harder," I reassured him. "Trying to act like a girl is just
so hard."
"Well this is why we have rehearsals," explained Mr Abbots. "Go and get
changed and I'll see you tomorrow lunch."
When we got into Mr Small's office Beth just burst out laughing. "You
need to be more careful," she said, "otherwise people are going to
cotton on."
I was ready to leave just as the bell rang. Beth went to find her
friends and I found Anna and Erika.
"How did it go?" asked Anna as we sauntered up Hill Street.
"Not too bad. A few mistakes but we should be ready by Friday. I really
miss being able to practice the oboe. I've got my grade seven oboe exam
next week, do you think your parents would mind if I practiced?"
"Only grade seven?" queried Erika. "You play really well. I thought
you'd be at least grade ten standard."
I inwardly sighed, yet another difference. "Music exams are separate
from school years. Grade one is the easiest. Grade eight is the hardest.
If I get my grade eight then I will be exempt from one of the A Level
music exams."
Erika just nodded her understanding. Something else appeared to be on
her mind.
"I don't think so but you'll have to ask," responded Anna. "Mum will be
back at about six. Dad doesn't normally materialise till about seven but
he said he would make an extra effort this evening."
"Are you okay Erika?" asked Anna, "You seem to have been very quiet."
"I'm fine. I was just thinking abut our German homework. Bill and I have
to each recite a poem in German, rather like you were chosen to do one
in French last month. I know I have had a week but I still haven't got
anything."
"That's tomorrow?" I questioned. I'd forgotten all about it.
"I'm afraid so."
Now I was quietly pondering wondering if Mum had any books of German
poetry. Then suddenly it came to me. "Berg"
The other two just stopped and looked at me. Oh yes, now if I can only
find the words. "Don't worry, just had a flash of inspiration."
Erika just shook her head in wonder.
"Anna, I missed cooking yesterday. Would your Mum be offended if I
cooked the main course as my way of saying thank you for looking after
me?"
Anna smiled and Erika just looked jealous. "I think Mum finds cooking a
bit of a bore so I think she would be grateful. However I don't think
she has many basic ingredients, we mostly have sauces from a jar."
"Don't worry; I'll bring what's needed."
I said a quick farewell as I walked down the path to my house to make
the phone call to my parents. Beth wasn't home so I went into the lounge
to lookup the book of composers. After going through various pages I
found just what I wanted, 'Seven Early Songs'.
Beth arrived just as I finished copying the German text. "Hi," she said.
"Are you ready to ring?"
"This is going to be awkward. What do we say?"
"I've been thinking about this today. I'll ring and do most of the
talking."
We both sat at the bottom of the stairs with Beth to my left. She always
put the phone to her right ear so I should be able to hear what was
said.
Beth rang the number and it was soon answered, "Hi Mum."
"Hi Beth," and then with concern in her voice, "is everything okay with
you and Bill?"
"Yes, why?"
"It's before six. You know it's a lot cheaper to ring after six."
"Yes but we were worried. We heard a rumour at school that Dad had been
beaten up. Is it true?"
This question was only met with silence.
Beth tried again, "Mum, was Dad beaten up?"
A quiet, "Yes" was the only response.
I felt numb knowing the truth. Surprisingly, however, I didn't feel like
crying. I'd been through most of the emotions earlier. Beth however
didn't take it as well and I took the telephone. I used my left ear so
Beth could still hear what was being said. I held the telephone with my
left hand and reached across placing my right on her leg for comfort.
"Hi Mum. How bad was it?"
"It could have been a lot worse. Fortunately a group of people saw the
incident and thankfully intervened. There was very little facially
damage. Most of the bruising is on his chest. He also required about
half a dozen stitches for a knife wound."
Beth started crying harder and I tried to nuzzle against her. I was too
shocked to cry. "What the hell is Dad involved with?"
Mum must have missed the profanity as she said in between muffled weeps,
"Nothing. He was just being himself."
There was a trace of anger in her voice that I had never heard before.
I'm glad I wasn't the person who had attacked Dad.
The conversation lasted only another few minutes as we were all too
upset. Mum said that Dad was getting better and should be okay on his
own by lunchtime tomorrow. I disconnected the call and my own bravado
failed. Beth and I held each other for about ten minutes until our tears
dried up.
Beth went upstairs to clean herself up and I went into the kitchen. I
got the ingredients that I required for the main course. I still felt
upset about my Dad and wanted to get my mind off the situation. Worrying
would not solve anything. I grabbed another bag and started adding more
ingredients and utensils.
When Beth appeared she was surprised to see me raiding the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asked
"I asked Anna if her parents wouldn't mind me cooking the main course as
a thank you for having me. However I need to take my mind off the
situation with Dad so I have decided to cook desert as well."
"I wish I had thought of that but Sarah's Mum doesn't work so I think
she would be offended if I offered to cook."
Beth locked up the house and she turned left heading towards Sarah's
house. I turned right and staggered up the road towards the Scott's.
When I got there Anna let me in and helped me take the bags into the
kitchen. Erika was there which surprised me as her Mum normally
complained if she wasn't home straight away.
I was dragged by the two girls to the settee and was seated between
them. "What did your Mum say?" eventually asked Anna.
"That Dad was beaten up," I answered quietly. "Erika was right."
Erika was stunned but she had never met my Dad. However Anna, who had
known him for ten years burst into tears. Anna and I just embraced each
other in sympathy while Erika averted her eyes wondering if she had done
the right thing by telling us about my Dad.
I glanced across at Erika who was being very silent. She looked a bit
guilty. I took her hands into mine and said, "thanks for telling me
about my Dad being beaten up. Not knowing what was going on was a lot
worse."
"Are you sure?" she asked timidly.
"Yes!" I responded emphatically giving her a reassuring hug.
When Erika had left Anna helped to unload the ingredients and utensils
that I had brought. Anna had thought that I was only making the main
course asked, "isn't that an awful lot?"
"I want to take my mind off the situation with Dad and I find cooking a
good technique. I find that chopping and whipping are excelling methods
of tension reduction. I was going to make a dessert as well."
"Can I help?" asked Anna. "I require a distraction as well."
I nodded in surprise. Anna had never shown any inclination in cooking.
"Why don't you grab a chopping knife and start on slicing the mushrooms.
I'll start making the pastry for the dessert."
When Mrs Scott walked in I had finished making the basis for the lemon
meringue pie; all that was left was the meringue. Anna who was not used
to cooking worked slower than me but had prepared the main course. Anna
was going to make the Beef Stroganoff. It was quite a simple dish to
make but appeared to be quite complex. As long as she didn't curdle the
cream she should be okay.
We had washed up as we prepared but there were dishes of carefully
measured ingredients cluttering the sides. Mrs Scott took one look in
the kitchen and said, "I wish we got treated like this every night.
George just rang on his mobile; he has left work earlier than normal and
should be home shortly. I'll set the table."
As I would need to do the meringue just before we ate the main course I
helped Anna with the main course. She was busy frying the mushroom and
onion so I tackled creaming the potatoes and cooking the vegetables.
Anna continued to cook to perfection when she was about to add the sour
cream. "STOP!" I shouted stopping her just before she poured it in.
"Turn down the heat first and let the pan cool or you'll curdle the
cream. Wait about thirty seconds before adding the cream."
Anna did as she was instructed as I got out my whisk and gradually made
the meringue. Doing it by hand took a lot more time than using an
electric whisk but you got a much better finish.
I put the pie into the oven just as Anna finished putting the meal on
the plates and together we carried them into the dining room. Mrs Scott
had laid out the table and Mr Scott was pouring out four glasses of
wine.
"I think this meal deserves wine and since you have both have been
grownup enough to cook this meal then I think you are grownup enough to
have half a glass each."
The main course and dessert both were well received by Mr and Mrs Scott.
They lavished praise on Anna, who had never shown any desire to cook
before. Then they were equally generous praising the desert. I was
treated as part of the family. As the meal finished I became quite
melancholic. Anna might not have any brothers or sisters but at least
she has a Dad. Oh how I miss my Dad.
As Mrs Scott gathered up used crockery she said, "Thank you both for
cooking such a lovely meal. Now go and finish off your homework while I
clear up."
"Er...Mrs Scott, I have my grade seven oboe exam next week. Would you
mind if I practice? I'll try to be as quiet as possible."
She looked at me and gave a hearty laugh, "I've no problem with you
practicing and don't try to keep it quiet. I have always enjoyed your
playing and at grade seven I doubt you sound much like a strangled
duck."
I rushed upstairs to the guestroom and got set up. I rummaged through my
bag and removed the lightweight music stand. I moistened the reed in my
mouth as I put the oboe together. I sucked out the excess saliva and
inserted the reed into the top of the oboe. After playing a few scales
and arpeggios to warm up I started on the first of the three pieces I
would have to play. The sound of H?ndels third oboe concerto soared
through the air. I felt quite tense at first knowing that the Scott's
would be able to hear everything I played. However after a few minutes I
lost myself to the music and became oblivious to anything else.
I lost total track of time. I would practice areas and repeat them over
until I was satisfied. At the end I would play the piece in full with
all the correct emotions. If I thought I'd played it correctly I would
move onto the next piece. At the end my lips were beginning to tire and
I felt my embouchure wasn't correct resulting in a rather poor quality
sound.
As I put the instrument away I glanced at my watch. I'd been playing for
nearly two hours. No wonder my lips ached. Having your lips curled under
teeth for that long was not recommended. The roof of my mouth was dry
and I felt thirsty so when everything was packed away I went downstairs
to get a glass of water. As I got to the bottom of the stairs Anna came
out of the kitchen with a large glass of water.
"Here you are," she said offering me the glass.
"Thanks," I said gratefully. "It's just what I need."
As we walked toward the lounge she asked, "what was the last piece you
played? I know the other three are for your exams but the last one was
much simpler. It was so haunting that it sent shivers up my spine."
"It was the theme music to the 1983 version of Jane Eyre," I answered
without thinking. Then, as we sat ourselves on the settee, the full
implication of her question filtered into my brain. "You listened to me
practice?"
"How could anybody not listen to your playing?" she replied.
I just sat there stunned and after a few minutes contemplation decided
it would be best to leave that conversation alone. We spent the rest of
the evening together watching television. Eventually my mind started to
wander and I thought about tomorrow. I thought about the German lesson
and what I had prepared. I knew what the poem meant and I just hoped
that Anna wouldn't.
***
As my Mum was going to be back today I was moving back home. Before
breakfast I packed the few personal items I'd brought from home.
When I came down for breakfast Anna said, "I've packed the cooking
utensils and ingredients that you brought last night. Since we pass your
house on the way to school I'll help you carry them home."
Not only did Anna help me carry the bags home she helped me quickly put
the items away. The kitchen would be tidy for Mums return.
The morning passed slowly while I pondered on my Dad and worried about
the poem. The last lesson before lunch was German. Soon I was asked to
stand at the front of the class and perform my homework.
"This is a poem by Otto Erich Hartleben who lived between 1864 and
1905." I then looked straight into Anna's eyes as I said with as much
passion as I could muster:
Im Arm der Liebe schliefen wir selig ein.
Am offnen Fenster lauschte der Sommerwind,
und unsrer Atemz?ge Frieden
trug er hinaus in die helle Mondnacht. -
Und aus dem Garten tastete zagend sich
ein Rosenduft an unserer Liebe Bett
Und gab uns wundervolle Tr?ume,
Tr?ume des Rausches - so reich an Sehnsucht!
Mrs Jansen had been watching me the whole time and obviously understood
what I was doing. As I sat down she gave me a knowing smile and
continued with the lesson.
"Bill, a word please," uttered Mrs Jansen as everyone trouped out for
lunch. Erika and Anna waited by the door. "This is private so can you
please close the door," she said to the two girls.
Once the door was closed she continued, "are you aware of what you said?
I mean do you know the English translation?"
"Yes," I said confidently holding my head high.
"Do you think Anna was aware of what you said?"
"I hope not."
"No, but you put so much feeling into it she might have had a big clue.
Half the class probably thought you had proposed. Your pronunciation was
awful but it was more than compensated by the passion."
"Am I in trouble?"
"No," she said in a reassuring voice. "I just wanted to be sure you were
aware of what you'd done. Also I wanted to thank you."
"Thank me?"
"Yes, this has made my day. Heck it probably has made my year. It is
little things like this that make teaching special."
As I walked away from the classroom I decided to skip lunch as I needed
time to get ready for the rehearsal. No I was just lying to myself; I
skipped lunch to avoid getting grilled by Anna about the German poem. I
went to the theatre to await Beth. Ten minutes later Beth arrived and I
went to get changed.
As soon as the door to Mr Smalls office was closed she said, "I hear you
had quite an interesting German lesson."
"WHAT?! That lesson only finished twenty minutes ago so the rumour mill
is being very quick today. What've you heard?"
"I've heard at least two different rumours," she responded as she
applied my makeup. "The first is that you proposed to Anna and the other
that you declared your love for her from the front of the class."
I felt my face heat up and I knew it was glowing bright red. "I only did
my German homework."
"Yeah, right!" she said sarcastically. "What did you say?"
I told Beth and gave her a rough translation; she just laughed. Then I
told her what Mrs Jansen had said afterwards she just laughed even
harder.
After another successful rehearsal we walked home together. Our pace
quickened when we saw Mums car. I was determined to find out what was
going on with Dad. When we opened the front door the smell of good
cooking filtered through the air and my resolve waned; perhaps I will
interrogate Mum after eating.
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