Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1405

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1405
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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As we were going to bed the phone rang, I was about to ignore it then thought it could be Stephanie, although she should have been home at least an hour or more ago.

“Hello?” I said just as Simon hissed me not to answer it.

“Cathy, it’s Steph–sorry it’s so late.”

“That’s okay, problems?”

“I got a pregnancy tester on the way home–you were right.”

“Congratulations.”

“I don’t know if I want to be pregnant, Cathy.”

“Please don’t do anything for a few weeks, until you’ve really thought about it–get some advice from someone you trust.”

“Cathy–you patient, me doctor–remember?”

“No, I’m not very patient at all–and you’re not the doctor in this case.”

“I feel totally shocked–I feel like getting totally pissed out of my head–but I guess that might hurt the little darling, so just in case I keep it–I’d better not.”

“I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“I feel so alone, Cathy.”

“I’ve been there, not a nice place–what about the father?”

“He’s not with me anymore, we split up last week.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not, he was a total arsehole–now I’m stuck with his fucking child.”

“No, he or she is your child, he or she didn’t do anything to you, so don’t bear a grudge against him or her.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Wait and see.”

“Do you know?”

“How would I know?”

“Your blue light thingy.”

“It doesn’t tell me everything.”

“You know you bitch, don’t you?”

“I’m going to bed, Stephanie, perhaps you should go to yours.”

“I think I want rid of it.”

“Don’t rush into anything, you might regret it.”

“I haven’t got time to be a mother.”

“How d’you know until you try it?”

“I need to talk to someone.”

“I’ll be here tomorrow, Steph, try and get some sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know–I’m sleeping for two now.”

“Goodnight, Steph.” I put the phone down and lay down next to Simon who was already in bed.

“Stephanie is pregnant?”

“Yes, I told her tonight and she’s done a test to confirm it–it’s a little girl.”

“I get the impression she’s not over the moon.”

“No, right now she’d love a visit from Mrs Moon.”

“Eh?”

“A period.”

“I thought you could be pregnant and still have periods?”

“Darling, you are well informed.”

“All those Cosmos Stella used to buy.”

“You read Cosmopolitan?”

“Only in the bog.”

“Why do men read in the toilet?”

“Why don’t women? At least you’re on your own.”

“True–unless you have little kids with you or pets–they don’t like you to do anything without them.”

“What even taking a crap?”

“Yes, haven’t you had a dog or cat follow you into the loo?”

“Dogging me?”

“Or purr-suing you?”

“Neither, in my house we used to shut the door–I mean, how can you take a shit with a dog looking up at you?”

“I don’t know, didn’t have one; we had a cat.”

“Don’t tell me, it wanted to do the crossword in the paper you had with you?”

“I won’t, like I said women don’t usually read in the toilet.”

“So what did the cat want?”

“She used to follow me everywhere.”

“A bit like me?”

“No, she was beautiful.” Oops, what did I just say?

“Thanks, I needed cheering up.”

“I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t mean it like that–cats have a beauty which is unique–so do dormice–and so do people. Your beauty is physical, but it’s deeper than that, you have this inner beauty...”

“Never mind the platitudes, Cathy–get ‘em orff.”

“Yeah, okay.”

My heart wasn’t in it tonight though I don’t think Simon noticed. I was thinking more of Stephanie and her problem and also my jealousy. Am I telling her to keep it because I find it ironic that women who can have babies seemed to value their fertility to little–taking it for granted–whereas women like me who would do almost anything to have my own baby–grieve for their loss. I know it went with the territory, but I still feel sad about it.

I made a short trip to the bathroom, weed, washed and slipped back into bed–Simon was asleep, hopefully with a smile on his face. I tossed and turned before falling into a restless slumber.

”So you managed to save the nun?”

“No, madam, it was you who did that, I merely drew your attention to it.”

“We suppose the same with the child called Jemima, and your snobbish Aunt?”

“Yes, madam, I’m aware that I have no powers save that of ordinary women.”

“You don’t even have those–do you?”

“If you mean the ability to create and bear life, no, ma’am.”

“You gave up your right to be fertile in order to play at being a woman?”

“If that’s how you see it, ma’am, I’m not going to argue.”

“That’s exactly how we see it. You failed as a man so now you think being a woman would be easier.”

“If you say so ma’am.”

“There is dissent in your heart, Catherine or should we call you Charlie?”

“I’d prefer Catherine if it’s agreeable to you, ma’am.”

“So you’re hiding your irritation from us–don’t tell me you’re exercising self-control?”

“I’m trying to be respectful, ma’am.”

“Oh how precious–shall we write this in our diary, Catherine Cameron showed a goddess some respect?”

“If it pleases you, ma’am.”

“What would please you, Catherine?”

“To be allowed to raise my children until they’re self-sufficient, and to spend some time with my husband and adoptive father.”

“And were we to grant this, what would you do for us, Catherine?”

“To try and understand and perform whatever the task is that you have for me.”

“It could be more than one?”

“Then, the same would go for those.”

“Why are you suddenly cooperative, Catherine?”

“Because I realise that that’s what I have to do.”

“Say that again, if you please–it’s music to our ears.”

“I’m trying to understand and perform whatever the tasks are that you wish me to perform.”

“Now we are getting somewhere–why humans are so stupid mystifies even us.”

I remained silent, though I suppose she could read my mind anyway, though she wasn’t showing any reaction to what was rushing through it.

“Don’t you crave your own child, fathered by that simpleton you married?”

“He may be a simpleton in your eyes, ma’am, but I happen to love him.”

“How d’you know we didn’t make that happen?”

“I don’t, but if you did, I’m very grateful.”

“But you don’t crave his child?”

“I do, ma’am, but that is secondary to making sure the ones I already have responsibility for, grow up and reach as much of their potential as they can.”

“You are being restrained tonight, Catherine, but then we did give you a baby that was only weeks old.”

“You gave me a baby?”

“Of course, who else?”

“You killed a whole family?”

“Yes–yes, we suppose we did–naughty us.”

“Why?”

“So you could have a baby to rear–we enabled you to breast feed–so why are you complaining, it was what you wanted, wasn’t it–a baby?”

“Yes, but not at the expense of her whole family–that is...”

“A real tragedy, but someone usually profits from another’s misfortune.”

“Look, bring them back, let them live and raise baby Catherine, how could you kill a child, Daisy was only six?”

“Easily, would you like us to demonstrate on one of your children?”

“No, ma’am, if someone has to die, then take me.”

“Why should we do that? How would you learn a lesson if you were dead?”

“Please, ma’am, don’t harm my children–take me instead, let them live.” I was sobbing my heart out when Simon shook me awake the put his arm round me.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“She wanted to take my children,” I sobbed on his shoulder.

“Who did?”

“The Shekinah.”

“It was dream, Cathy–just a bad dream.”

“I tried to be good, but she really annoyed me, then she told me she killed all of Catherine’s family so I could have a baby of my own.”

“C’mon, babes, it was just a dream–it’s all stuff and nonsense–no one’s gonna hurt you or any of our kids while I’m about.”

There was no point in arguing with him, he wouldn’t understand–this was a female thing–even if in her eyes I wasn’t one–I supposed I must have been enough of one for her to even come to me–not that that is such a good idea. Oh boy–she really put the wind up me.

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