Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 994.

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 994
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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We drove back to the house, once we had disengaged Trish from her arguing gear. She was rather full of herself, suggesting what she’d read about Kierkegaard had helped her in outflanking the nun, whereas Nietzsche’s ideas hadn’t.

I looked in the rear view mirror, wondering if I’d actually picked up an alien by mistake–I mean, it happens all the time in sci-fi stories, perhaps we’d just wandered into one. Nah–damn it, it was Trish. Precocious doesn’t seem to cover it.

Gareth’s four by four was still in the drive; good it would make killing him easier. Tom was home, he could help me dig the hole afterwards. I let the children in and asked them to find Julie for a drink and a biscuit, I’d get dinner sorted shortly–I had an act of murder to perform, but it shouldn’t take long.

“You snake in the grass,” I said loudly at Gareth.

“Me? Why?”

“You told the Echo, and don’t tell me you didn’t, because it could only have been you.”

“It wasn’t me, what’s the Echo got to do with it?”

“You thought I’d agree to do it to save face of all concerned–well tough, I’m not doing it.”

“I’m still waiting on your answer, so how could I tell the Echo?”

“Don’t give me that rubbish, you told them–I’m sure of it.”

“I didn’t, I wouldn’t–not without your agreement.”

“Sorry, Gareth, I don’t believe you and I thought you were such a sweet man. Seems I was wrong.”

“I haven’t told anyone, honestly.”

“Yes, Taffy was Welsman Taffy was a liar, Taffy I hope your pants are on fire.”

“They’re not actually, I didn’t tell any lies. I’d never lie to you–I respect you too much.”

“What about all the fake emails, the reverse psychology–it nearly worked. You nearly had me going.”

“Tom said it would.”

“You discussed this with Tom–before you even came to see me?” I gasped, I was horrified.

“He was in on the nomination–who do you think recommended you?”

“Did he fake the emails, too?”

“The emails aren’t fake, they’re real–they all want you to do it.”

“But they think I’m some sort of bimbo, don’t they?”

“No, I asked Gordon to do that, he was my prof at Cambridge.”

“You tried to trick me,” I accused, “how can I trust you?”

“It wasn’t my idea, and I’m sorry.”

“Whose idea was it so I can kill them–slowly?”

“Och, that wis mine, hen. I thocht ye’d go fa it.”

“Daddy, how could you?”

“I wanted ye tae dae this job, it’s sae important, it needs someone who’s up tae it.”

“There are six people on the list, all with greater experience than I, why not one of them?”

“Because, ye’re thae best, Cathy. Is that guid enough fer ye?”

“It’s not about being an academic,” interjected Gareth, “or not just that, it’s about being the front person for the committee–for that we needed someone who was presentable and articulate and who could communicate. You are so good at that, as your dormouse film showed. As Tom said, you’re the best.”

“But I hadn’t agreed, so why did you tell the Echo?” I accused Gareth again.

“I didn’t, I keep telling...”

“Um, that wis me.”

I turned to face Tom, “Daddy, how could you?”

“I thocht young Gareth would convince ye tae dae it. I never dreamt fer one second ye’d turn him doon.”

I felt completely stunned by this revelation, I’d been betrayed by my own family and I’d accused the wrong person.

“I owe you an apology, Gareth, for the Echo business, but you were all scheming to manipulate me into the position–so I have to say no. If you’d asked me properly, I would have considered it.”

“Tom is going to have a lot of egg on his face,” Gareth said quietly to me.

“That’s not my problem.”

“It could cost him his job.”

“He should have thought of that, shouldn’t he?”

“Perhaps, but it’s also going to make the university position pretty dire.”

“None of which is my fault.”

“What if the dormice have to go–they could anyway in the drive for efficiencies.”

“They’d better not, because I’ll get the whole place closed down.”

“A whole university? Come off it, Cathy, no one has that sort of influence.”

“Don’t bet on it.”

“With you about, I wouldn’t dream of it. Look, just saying yes would resolve all of these things and instead of failure, Tom is seen as a saviour of the university, the dormouse project and the mammal mapping scheme.”

“That’s tantamount to blackmail.”

“Absolutely.”

“How can I believe you after all the deceit?”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Yes would be the obvious answer.”

“Why should I?”

“To protect all you value, your family, your work, the planet and not forgetting the dormice.”

“It is blackmail.”

“No–it’s your choice.”

“What about all my other responsibilities?”

“You could pass some of those onto others.”

“Oh yeah, bring in a nanny–that’ll make me look really good to my detractors, won’t it?”

“You could get a live-in help, to do your chores and help with the household.”

“The whole point of having the children was to give them a home with stable parents–only one of them isn’t often here.”

“I’m sure when he is, it’s worth it.”

“Sometimes. Look, what is this wretched post going to involve?”

“Coordinating the ecological future of Europe. You’d be looking at threats and solutions to protect and conserve species and habitats. We need to know what’s under threat–it’s fine to say wetlands, but exactly what is a wetland, and what is threatening it?

“The funding which is pretty tight, would mean delegating research and coordinating it and the results. The mammal survey you’re doing is going to provide us with a super database for modelling change. That’s been done for only a few million pounds which is small beer at this level.”

“How much time will I need to do it?”

“Couple of days a week, depends on how good you are at delegating.”

“Where are we going to be based?”

“Southampton.”

“If I’m chair, who will be secretary?”

“Um–I am, unless that’s a problem.”

“I need to speak to the children. I need their agreement before I can say yes.”

“You want me to come back?”

“Could you give me an hour?”

“Yeah sure–you won’t regret this.”

“I haven’t said yes–yet.”

He let himself out and I asked Julie to make me some tea. I had some strong words with Tom and told him that he’d really dropped me in it. He looked really down after I’d given him the only piece of my mind I could spare.

“If only you’d spoken to me, Daddy, that’s what hurts. I know you thought you were trying to help my career, but my children are part of it and it’s going to be very difficult for them as well. I really wished you had spoken to me.”

He apologised and there were tears in his eyes when I left his study. I stopped and turned back to hug him. “I’m goin’ tae resign, I’m tae auld fer this. I’m a daft auld gowk.”

With tears now in my eyes, I said, “Daddy, if you resign, I won’t even consider the job. If I’ve got to do this shit, so can you–besides, you can help pay for someone to help run this place.”

“Aye alricht.”

“And I know just the person, if she’ll take the job.”

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