Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 958.

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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 958
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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Getting the children home from the hotel was not going to be easy. They’d had loads of fun and naturally wanted more. I tried to explain that their fun cost lots of money and therefore we’d have to save up again. I don’t think they believed me for one moment.

None of them were aware of the accident and because they didn’t see me go off with the police they were none the wiser about casualties. The agony we’d gone through when we’d thought it was Maureen, I was glad wasn’t shared with the children. Julie would have been very upset, now she’d gained Maureen as a friend.

The next day, Maureen called me to ask if she could come out to talk to me about things. I spoke briefly to Simon–it was his last day home, but he agreed to give me an hour when he’d look after the kids. In fact he took them cycling, although I had to check his bike was roadworthy. Whenever I do this it feels a bit like a role reversal thing, he’s the bloke he should be sorting the bikes. But it’s not like that in our house–I’m the bike mechanic, as well as everything else–he’s the bureaucrat.

At about ten the doorbell rang and Maureen came in, Julie and the girls made quite a fuss of her–the boys were out in the garden with Tom planting potatoes or something.

The girls went out with Simon on their bikes, I took Maureen into the kitchen and closed the door on the hovering Julie. I didn’t want her involved at this stage, so I asked her to go and find something to do.

“Like what?” she pouted.

“Go and help Stella, or take Puddin’ out in the pram.” I didn’t care what she did as long as it wasn’t hurtful or harmful to her or anyone else.

I made some tea and Maureen and I sat at the table. “How did you get on with the police?” I asked.

“Well, ma’am, they were a bit awkward at first but when I mentioned I was on the police and minorities liaison committee, their manner improved.”

“Nice one, well done. Was it your friend?”

“Yes,” she nodded and began to weep. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. If it had been a girlfriend, I’d have given her a hug–but she was twice my size and I didn’t know if my arms would go round her to begin with. In the end I walked round behind her and put my hands on her shoulders and gently massaged them. It calmed her down and she was able to speak again.

“How did she end up with my address in her bag?” I knew the answer, I just wanted her to talk to express her emotion.

“She was going out on a date with a girl she knew before, who seemed to accept the changeover. She wanted to look smart and wear her new red shoes, she didn’t have a red bag so borrowed mine. It was all so fast that I didn’t have a chance to check I’d emptied it properly before I gave it to her.”

“Ah, it’s quite easily done–I tend to use the same handbag whatever I’m doing unless we go somewhere special, it saves an awful lot of messing about. Once before I went away and forgot my purse, it was in my other bag. So by using the same bag, I’m less inclined to lose things.”

“I’m a bit more old fashioned, ma’am, my ex used to have a bag for every pair of shoes or boots–so I do the same.”

“If that feels best, that’s fine.”

“It does.”

We sipped our teas, then she stated why she’d come. “Look, Mitzi won’t have many people at the crematorium, most of ‘em’ll be from the local TG support group, so would you come, sort of as a respectable person?”

“Goodness, I’ve never thought of myself as respectable.”

“Well, you’re married to a lord, you work for the university, have loads of kids, help people like me an’ I’d like you to read the lesson if you would.”

You’d like me to read the lesson?”

“Yeah, she ‘ad no family–they disowned ‘er a couple a years ago.”

“What sort of lesson is it? I’m not religious–so I might be the wrong person to do this.”

“She weren’t neither, so it don’t matter, you’ve been more Christian to me than many who call themselves one.”

“I don’t see it that way, but when is the funeral and what lesson do you want me to read?”

“I dunno–I wonder if you could think of something, you like being an educated lady.”

“Mitzi–she wasn’t Jewish, was she?”

“Dunno, ma’am, she coulda been for all I know, why?”

“Well, I’d have to try and find something from the Old Testament or other Jewish texts. If she was Islamic, I’d have to find something suitable for that. It would be possibly considered insulting if she was Jewish to read from Omar Khayyam.”

“Oh gawd, I hadn’t thoughta that. ‘Ow do I find out?”

“Was she employed?”

“No–she was still looking.”

“Because they might have been able to tell you.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find something–a clever woman like you.”

“If I was that clever how come I have six year olds regularly run rings round me?”

“Because you love ‘em?”

“When is the funeral?”

“Next Monday, at eleven o’clock.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll look for a couple of days–if I can’t find anything you might have to find someone else.”

“Nah–if you can’t find nothin’, no one else is gonna–are they?”

“Why not?”

“You’re the best educated person I know.”

“Oh dear, Tom and Henry are cleverer than I am, Stella and Simon both went to public school before university. They should be better educated.”

“Nah–I seen you in action, run rings round ‘em.”

“I don’t think so, but I’m not going to argue. Okay I’ll read your lesson from a piece of my choosing.”

“Thank you, ma’am, I know Mitzi would be pleased to have someone of your position readin’ for her.”

“But I’m not am I? I’m doing it as favour to you.”

“You visited her yesterday, so she’s not a complete stranger, is she?”

“Almost, Maureen, she was deceased, albeit fairly recently.”

“Of course–would you come and speak to our group?”

“About what? My subject is dormice–can’t see what relevance that would have for transgendered people.”

“Perhaps just talk about your perceptions of them–as a natural woman, like.”

How do I get into these situations? I can’t accept the invite for all sorts of reasons including the fact that I’d be lying or wilfully misrepresenting myself. I’m not prepared to do that. “I don’t think so, Maureen–I’m flattered that you think my opinion is that important–but, I don’t think I want to do that. Sorry.”

“Okay–I have to go, eleven o’clock, Monday at the crem.”

“I’ll be there.”

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