Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 985.

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 985
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I vented my anger on my chores, charging round with the vacuum cleaner, slinging things into the washing machine, banging pots around in the kitchen. I emptied the bread machine and began another loaf.

Simon called towards the end of the morning. “Is it safe to come home?”

“You’ll always be safe with me, my darling,” I purred down the phone.

“Is Julie going to be safe?”

“If she apologises, I might spare her, why?”

“I’ve given her a stiff talking to, she’s sitting in the car now sobbing her heart out.”

“Why?”

“Because I gave her a talking to, I’ve sacked a few people in my time you know.”

“Okay, how long are you going to be?”

“An hour tops, I hope–depends on the traffic.”

“I’ll make some soup.”

“Any fresh bread?”

“Yes, but you’re not to eat it all.”

“I’ll try not to.”

I made a thick soup with chicken stock and loads of veg plus quite a bit of pasta. I cooked some rice separately and flavoured it with more stock. After the soup was cooked, I zapped it with my hand blender and kept it warm on the hob, the rice I kept warm by cooking it very slowly.

I heard the Jaguar come into the drive. I waited, blocking the stairs–I was going to have it out with her one way or another. I noticed Stella disappeared as soon as it became obvious that High Noon had come to Portsmouth–only in my version, Grace Kelly was carrying a gun, not a parasol.

The back door opened and Simon said something quietly, presumably to Julie. Then the door shut. “Hmm, that smells good, Babes.” He strolled into the hall and saw me standing with my arms folded in front of the stairs. He stared at me, “No rolling pin, then?”

“Where is she?” I spat.

“Julie, you might as well come out and get it over and done with.” He stepped back into the kitchen and pulled her out into the hallway. I felt like a hungry tigress about to devour a goat.

“I’m sorry, Mummy,” She burst into tears and ran towards me catching me completely by surprise because the next thing I knew I was hugging her tightly while she convulsed with sobs against my chest. “I wanted to help her, she looked awful, like a horror movie.”

“Did you do any healing on her?”

“No, Mummy, I couldn’t bear to see her, all black and blue and bandaged. I had to leave because I was sick.”

“Oh, do you feel alright now?”

She nodded, still sobbing. “Daddy took me for a cup of tea,” she gave a huge shudder.

“Did he tell you off?”

“He didn’t need to, I feel so awful. Maureen needs our help and I couldn’t...” She burst out sobbing again.

“You deliberately disobeyed me and led Daddy into thinking I’d allowed you to ask him to take you. You lied to him, Julie.”

“I’m really sorry, Mummy.”

“Apologies are not enough, I’m afraid, you’ve broken the trust we offered you. In my eyes that’s a serious offence.”

“I’m sorry, Mummy, please don’t make me leave, even if I deserve to. I’d rather die than leave you.”

“I wish you’d thought about things like that earlier.” I continued to hold her although I was trying not to feel too soft and sensitive even though this was breaking my heart as much as hers.

“So do I; I’m sorry, Mummy,” she sobbed and pushed herself from my arms, “Shall I go and pack?”

“And just where are you going?” I challenged.

“You told me I don’t deserve to stay here.”

“No I didn’t, I told you that you had deceived us and disobeyed me.”

“I’m sorry,” she sniffed, “I assumed you wanted me to go.”

“A while ago, I told you that you had a home here as long as you wanted to stay. Unlike some people, my word is my bond.”

“You mean I don’t have to leave,” she rubbed her eyes and looked at me in gratitude.

“That’s what I said. However, neither Daddy nor I will tolerate such behaviour without some form of consequences.”

“Oh, you’re not gonna make me go back to being a boy, are you?” Her face fell.

“Don’t be ridiculous, but you will be punished.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

“You’ll lose all privileges for a whole week and you will work unpaid for that week. If I don’t consider you have learned your lesson sufficiently, I might extend that to a second week. I will brook no dissent, is that understood?”

“Yes, Mummy.” She sniffed and shuddered again.

“Now go and clean up and be down here in ten minutes for some lunch.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

“Oh, and Julie, just because you’re a silly little fool, doesn’t stop me loving you. However, loving you doesn’t stop me disciplining you. In fact, it makes it necessary. We have boundaries to maintain, I can’t have you trampling over mine when you feel like it.” I nodded at the stairs, “Ten minutes.” She fled up the stairs still sniffing and sobbing.

“You missed your calling, you should have run a military prison.”

“Simon, she committed numerous offences–serious ones.”

“She’s a kid, with an abusive background–give her some leeway, will you?”

“I have, she needs strong boundaries to hold her. So do I. You’re not here most of the time, I have to keep her safe until she grows up–and I mean that in several senses. She is very vulnerable and at times very headstrong.”

“Yeah, so were you.”

“Exactly, so I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s a matter of opinion,” he said as he walked away.

“Simon, we need to be united on how we bring these kids up.”

“I thought you just told me I’m never here.”

“Don’t split hairs, I need you to back me up.”

“Do you? I think you could have frightened a company of Royal Marines–she’s a kid, just a kid.”

I stormed into my kitchen, shut the door and burst into tears, leaning against it. Was I too hard on her? Am I out of touch? Am I a bully?

Why did she have to provoke me, to challenge my authority and to do so in such a devious way, involving Simon as well–or was that part of her plan, to involve him to try and minimalise the consequences? Was she clever enough to do that? I wasn’t at all sure.

I wiped my eyes, warmed the soup and drained the rice, then began to dish it up. “Lunch is ready,” I called. I wondered how many of them would come for it.

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