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Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 666
by Angharad
  
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Sunday was mainly dry and the girls spent much of the time riding up and down the drive–requests to go out on the road, having been turned down, didn’t arise again. Mima played with her dolls and helped Stella. Since Livvie had arrived, Trish didn’t seem interested in much besides playing with her. Given her history of being bullied at the children’s home, I suppose she was relieved to be able to play safely with someone of her own age, and was making the most of it while she could.

The planetoid was heading straight towards the earth and nobody seemed able to do anything about it so this time around, a Bruce Willis figure–in real life–couldn’t be found. The Americans had fired several nuclear devices at it, but none of them worked. We had about three days to live.

I was panicking, what if Livvie’s mum couldn’t get back? What were we going to do? Simon was suggesting we went up to Scotland and into the cellars of the family castle. They could be blocked up and he was sure some sort of air purifier could be rigged up to keep out the radiation from the explosion.

It was suggested that the site of impact was likely to be Russo-Chinese border. The Northern hemisphere would take the brunt of it. Pandas would probably become extinct in the wild and humans would be thinned out too. I was wanting to take some dormice with us, because with a cooling caused by a nuclear winter, they’d likely be as viable as dodos.

Simon had chartered a helicopter to take us up to Scotland, I cycled into the university and emerged with a rucksack full of dormice, a bar bag full of nuts and acorns and panniers full of other food items for them. I was going to do my best to help them survive, assuming we did of course.

The helicopter was just about cleared for take off and we’d just left the ground when I spotted Livvie’s mum running towards us, she was screaming at us to take her with us but we didn’t she just got smaller and smaller as we soared into the sky. I noticed Livvie waving to her and she was crying silently. My phone rang inside my handbag and I reached to answer it.

“What are you doing?” asked Simon, I heard a phone ring and put my hand down to what I thought was my hand bag only to make contact with a hairy part of his anatomy, which apparently woke him up.

“Uh what?” I answered waking up. I reached over to the phone, it was nearly seven in the morning. “Hello?”

“Is that Cathy?” asked an educated voice.

“Who wants her?”

“This is Tony Richards, Peaches’ father.”

“Oh hello, sorry about that, just woke up.”

“Yeah, that’s okay, look could you keep Peaches with you for a bit longer?”

“I don’t know, I…”

“There’s been an accident…” his voice broke down, “the police are on their way here now, so I don’t have much time.”

“No of course, is Laura alright?”

“No. That’s why I’m asking you to keep Peaches.”

“Of course I will, until you can make other arrangements.”

“Can I speak with her?”

“Yes, I’ll go and get her.” I jumped out of the bed, and gave her the phone, she was still quite sleepy. “It’s your daddy.”

She looked confused but took the cordless phone and said, “Hello, Daddy, I’m having a super time with Auntie Cathy and Trish and Mima, and Uncle Simon and Auntie Stella and Grampa Tom…” She paused for a moment and said, “Oh, oh okay,” and nodded. She handed me back the phone and said, “Mummy is injured in an accident, Daddy said I have to stay with you until he can come and get me. Is that alright?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” I hugged her with one arm while I held the receiver to my ear.

“Look, I’m organising my solicitor to make payments for her school fees and some sort of contribution towards her keep. Please, you'll take care of her, won’t you? She’s a nice kid.”

“Of course I will, what happened to Laura?”

“Damn, there’s the police, look I have to go. I’ll call when I can.”

“Tony?” I called but he rang off. What on earth was going on? Police? If she was injured why isn’t he waiting for the ambulance? It all sounded rather bizarre and guess who got lumbered again? When he phones again, I’ll demand to know exactly what is happening.

“Is Mummy gonna be alright, Auntie Cathy?” asked Livvie, tears running down her face.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, I sincerely hope so.”

“Can I stay with you and Trish and Mima?”

“Of course you can,” I hugged her to me and she sobbed into my chest.

“Is everything alright?” asked Simon poking his head around the door.

I shook my head, “Get the girls up and showered will you?”

“Yeah okay, is Livvie okay?” I waved him away and he gently closed the door. I sat and hugged her for five or ten minutes. Maybe it was longer. At about half past seven, I showered her and after wrapping her in a big soft towel, I showered myself and then combed and dried our hair. I thought it best if she went to school and she agreed that I would come and get her if I needed to.

Simon took the two girls to school, and I cleaned up the breakfast dishes. I was still puzzling over the strange phone call. I’d tried to call it back but the number was withheld, so until they contacted me, there was little I could do.

I started the washing machine, having marked Livvie’s school uniforms with a safety pin. Her underwear was quite different to Trish’s and Mima’s, so that was easy enough to identify. I was about to make myself a cuppa and ask Stella if she wanted one, when the doorbell rang.

I assumed it was probably the postman or some other sort of delivery. Tom was waiting for a book or something similar, he had said but I wasn’t listening. I opened the door and before me stood two police officers.

“Oh God, Simon? Is he alright?”

“Hello, Cathy,” said a familiar voice. It belonged to PC Bond. “Can we come in?”

“Of course,” I opened the door, and led them through to the lounge. “I was just going to make a cup of tea, would you like one?” They both nodded. “Simon is okay?”

“As far as we know,” replied Andy Bond.

I made a large pot of tea and took it through with mugs and milk and sugar and a tin of biscuits. I stirred the pot and poured us each a cup. “How can I help you, Andy?” I asked.

“Did Tony Richards call here this morning?”

“Yes, why?”

“What time was it?”

“About seven, he said his wife had had some sort of accident and could I keep Livvie, or Peaches, as they call her.”

“I see, he didn’t tell you anything about the nature of the accident?”

“No, he said he was waiting for the police to arrive and they did as he was talking to Livvie.”

“Livvie? We have the daughter down as Peaches.”

“She asked us to call her Livvie, she doesn’t like Peaches and her second name is Olivia, hence Livvie.”

“Ah, I gotcha. He didn’t tell her anything either?”

“As far as I’m aware he just told her to stay with me until he could arrange to collect her. He said he’d arranged for his solicitor to pay her school fees and something towards her keep. I thought it was odd at the time, but I was half asleep and he was obviously under pressure and Livvie was getting upset, so it was all a bit of a blur.”

“I understand, Cathy.”

“What exactly has happened?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you the details; they are the subject of a police investigation.”

“Is Laura, alright?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Is she dead?”

“Yes.”

“Oh geez, that poor little kid, what am I supposed to tell her? Is her father coming to see her?”

“I’m afraid not. He’s in custody and likely to remain there.”

“Oh geez, is he responsible for her accident?”

“Officially, Cathy, I can’t tell you anything, you understand?”

I nodded, “Yes, of course.”

“Unofficially, yes he’s being held on suspicion of causing her death.”

“Bloody hell,” I blushed, “ ’scuse my French, he killed her?”

Andy Bond shrugged but would say no more. He sipped his tea.

“Who’s going to tell Livvie?”

“We will if you want, but you know her better than I do.”

“You want me to do it? You want me to tell the poor kid that her father killed her mother?”

Andy Bond sipped his tea impassively. “Somebody has to.”

“And I’m it?”

“It might come easier from you.”

“Gee whiz, what am I supposed to tell her?”

“That her mother has had an accident and her father is busy helping the authorities to sort it out.”

“I still have to tell her that her mother is dead.”

“Sorry, Cathy.”

“And I know that her father killed her mother,” I felt tears run down my face, “Geez, how do I cope with that?”

Andy Bond shrugged, “I don’t know, Cathy. I wish I did.”

I nodded, “Okay, I’ll tell her.” I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. “Are there any grandparents?”

“I don’t know, Cathy, we haven’t been told of any, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.”

“I’ll have to ask her–Livvie, I mean.” PC Bond nodded. “Why did, Tony Richards ask me to look after her?”

“I have no idea, maybe they’re abroad or very old,” he suggested.

“I wonder if they’re going to come looking to take custody of her?”

“They could, but in the interim, her dad’s asked you specifically to look after her. Isn’t that how you got the first of your kids?” he asked me.

“Something like that, Meems’ parents are on the run abroad somewhere, unless some irate African megalomaniac has got to them first.”

“Oh dear, you haven’t heard from them, then?”

“No, and the courts awarded me custody until they come to claim her in person.”

“Right, she’ll be a pensioner by then, won’t she?”

“She won’t, but I might be.”

Just then Simon arrived back and the police decided to leave, asking me to report anything I remembered that Tony Richards had said, which I hadn’t told them. I then had to tell Simon what was happening and he hugged me and said, “Well, unless some grandparents turn up to take her, it looks like we’ve gained another lodger.”

“Yeah, I suppose we’ll have to explain about Trish, sometime.”

“Let’s deal with this traumatic news first. When do you want to go and tell her?”

“I’ll speak with the head mistress and ask her advice.”

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