Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 689.

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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 689
by Angharad
  
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I felt tired and irritable as I tried to make contact with Sam Rose’s secretary. It took over an hour and I had nearly given up on the task, when she answered it. I explained that I needed his advice urgently and she promised to get him to call me back as soon as he could.

Effectively, this meant that I was now tied to the phone, so the girls had to amuse themselves for an hour or two and I busied myself with making bread and cleaning the kitchen which seemed to be a pig sty. Stella came down with Puddin’ who was making great progress and as Mima was out with the other two, I could have a crafty cuddle without anyone else getting jealous.

The two older girls were riding their bikes and Meems was using a scooter, but it wouldn’t be long before she wanted a bike too. Stella and I chatted over a cup of coffee and the phone rang. I dashed to answer it, but it was only someone trying to sell me double glazing—for an eighteenth century, grade II listed farmhouse—I don’t think so.

The second time the phone rang it was someone from a telecoms company promising me the earth if we used their service. I slammed the phone down and stormed back to the kitchen. I’d only just got back there when it rang again, I glanced at the caller display which read ‘withheld’ so I picked it up and ranted at it.

I blushed a moment later when a familiar voice said, “Cathy, is everything alright?”

“Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry, but I‘ve had a series of stupid calls today,” I felt about two centimetres high.

“Okay, you asked for some advice, you having problems? Not Trish, I hope?”

“Trish is fine, no I’ve acquired another five year old, a female whose mother and father have died in tragic circumstances...” I went on to explain briefly what had happened.

“Goodness, woman, you do know how to make life hard for yourself, don’t you?”

“Yeah, it keeps me from getting too bored.”

“So you have three under six, with two of them the equivalent of twins?”

“More or less. Livvie knows about Trish, so does Mima in a background sort of way.”

“So Livvie is coping with Trish’s medical condition?”

“Yeah, so far very easily.” As I said it I thought, there is loads of time for it go wrong.

“You want me to see Livvie and see if I think she needs some therapy?”

“In a nutshell, Sam.”

“Can you bring her in this afternoon, say half three.”

“To the usual place?”

“Yeah, hopefully I’ll be through most of my clinic by then.”

“Okay, Sam, I’ll bring her in—I might have to bring the others with me as well.”

“No prob, it’ll give me a chance to look them over while I’m at it.”

“Trish is now living 24/7 and attending a convent school.”

“Good, I look forward to hearing an update from her as well.

“See you at half three,” he rang off and I felt much better. It seemed to give the day more focus and after lunch, I had to start cleaning up the kids and myself. The girls I dressed in school uniform, and Mima in a tidy dress, which she objected to, until I explained we were seeing Dr Rose.”

“I wike him,” she said and beamed a smile at me.

Somehow, they all stayed clean until we got there and I registered at reception. I had the three of them around me as I read them a story, plus one or two other kids, which made me feel a bit self-conscious.

“Lady Cameron,” called the laid-back quack from his consulting room.

“Come, girls, let’s go and see the nice doctor man.” Mima and Trish almost dashed ahead and hugged him, while I walked a little behind holding the sweaty palm of Livvie. “He’s nice, you’ll see,” I tried to reassure her, but her hand clasped tighter around mine.

“Hello Cathy,” said Dr Rose giving me a quick hug, “this must be Olivia or Livvie?”

“It is indeed, Sam, you haven’t lost your powers of deduction.”

“Elementary, my dear Watson,” he said and laughed.

“I thought Watson was the doctor?” I replied, pretending to challenge his assertion.

“Oh dear, does that mean you get to be Holmes, again?”

“’Fraid so, Sherlock’s sister, Ideal.”

“Ideal Holmes?” He puzzled for a moment, then laughed, “Bit of an exhibitionist then?”

“Absolutely.” He and I laughed while the three stooges looked on with totally perplexed expressions.

Sam Rose cursorily examined Mima and Trish, the latter keen to tell him that she could ride a bike without stabilizer wheels. After, I asked Trish to pick a book in the waiting room and to read to Mima until we came out. Sam asked reception to keep an eye on them.

“So, it’s Peaches Olivia Richards, is it?” he said looking at Livvie.

“No, I’m Livvie, just Livvie Richards, and I want to be Livvie Watts or Cameron.” I blushed as she said this.

“Why? Richards is a fine name,” said Sam.

“You have it then, I want Mummy to adopt me.”

“I see, why is that?”

“My first Mummy and Daddy are dead.”

“I’m sorry,” said Sam.

“I’m not,” said Livvie.

“You’re not? Why is that?”

“Can I call you Peaches, Dr Rose?”

“Hmm, I think I’d prefer it if you didn’t,” he replied.

“They didn’t love me, they didn’t love each other, like Mummy and Daddy do.”

“Hang on, which mummy and daddy are we talking about?” Sam was confused.

“Mummy Cathy and Daddy Simon, they love each other, my other parents didn’t, they only loved themselves. My old daddy killed my old mummy, then killed himself. If he loved me he wouldn’t have done that, would he?”

“I doubt it, young lady.”

“So I want to be Mummy and Daddy’s girl like Trish and Mima. I want to be adopted, I don’t like being an orphan.”

“Does it matter who adopts you?” asked Dr Rose.

“Yes, I wanna be adopted by Mummy and Daddy,” she grasped hold of my hand and held on tightly.

“Do you sleep at night, young lady?”

“Yes, though sometimes I have bad dreams and see my mother.”

“Does she do anything bad to you?”

“She wants me to go with her.”

“Go where with her?”

“To hell, she’s going to go there.”

“How do you know?”

“Because we learned it in Sunday school.”

“One advantage of being Jewish,” said Sam as an aside to me.

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