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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1304
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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When you’re waiting, time drags and everything seems to take so long. Judy was in room 999, the top floor below the penthouse and family suites. Damn this lift, why is it taking so bloody long to come. I prodded the button again and again, wondering if I’d pushed it hard enough in the first place. It lit up but the wretched lift took what felt like minutes to come, disgorging a handful of ancient dowager sorts, all face powder and red lipstick covering their wrinkled visages.

I entered the lift and almost automatically pressed level ten, which requires a passcode to open the door. In moments the lift whooshed me up to level nine and an electronic voice with a tinny American accent said, “Ninth floor.” Surely in Southsea, it should be a plummy, Hime Cineties accent?

The door opened and I followed the signs to room 999. My tummy flipped as I neared the room. I was actually going to be meeting one of the world’s most beautiful women, a supermodel, soon to be mother and what was I? A weirdo who happened to look fairly passable as a female. Dressed to the nines I may be, but she could look better than I wearing nothing more than a bin liner.

My confidence waning I cursed myself for forcing the issue. Why was I meeting her? Curiosity, so the next time she appears on telly or in a magazine, I can say to the kids–I’ve met her, or better still, I know her.

Taking a deep breath I tapped on the door and voice called, “Come in,” from inside the room–I had no choice now, I pushed the handle down and opened the door.

“Hi, I’m Cathy Cameron,” I said to the woman reclining on the couch, who looked pale and unwell.

“Hi,” she replied, “I’m Judy, ‘scuse me not getting up, but I feel like shit.”

“D’you want me to go?” I offered.

“No, do come in, could you get me some more water, my back is hurting so much from this bloody great lump in front.” She smiled weakly and her face lit up–she was a genuinely beautiful woman.

I passed her a bottle of water from the opened carton on the table. I seated myself in a chair so she could lean back and still see me. “Where’s it hurting?” I enquired.

“Lower back, it’s not due for two weeks either.”

“I think that’s only a guideline, anything can happen a couple of weeks either way.”

“Yeah, but first babies are always late in our family.”

“Don’t take that as inevitable, while they are often late–they can come a bit early too.”

“Oh this stupid pain,” she gasped and went white regaining her composure a couple of seconds later. Almost the whole time her gleaming white teeth were in a forced smile.

“Would you like me to have a look, I can help sometimes?”

“If you want, tell me what you need me to do.”

I pulled my chair up to her, “Take my hand,” I said quietly and she did.

“Ooh,” she said and lay back against the arm of the couch, “Oh, I feel everso...” and she fainted.

I kept hold of her hand and sent the blue energy to do something to help her pain. This can be caused by the body secreting a chemical to enable the ligaments around the symphysis pubis to relax making it safer for the baby once it starts its journey down the birth canal. If this didn’t happen, the baby would be crushed against the bone and the mother would probably be very badly torn from the experience, if she didn’t expire with the baby.

Of course the secretions are generalised like hormones, and other ligaments can also relax, meaning things like those holding your spine together can loosen and nerves get pinched. Alas because of the baby, strong pain killers can’t be used, so the poor expectant mum, can have a really hard time. This was what I was sure was happening to Judy.

I felt the energy flowing down my hand and into her body. Her baby, a little girl, was doing fine and was going to be as beautiful as her mum.

“Wow, that is so beautiful, I can see this swirly light whooshing round me.”

“I know, I asked it to reveal itself to you.”

“You did wha...” she lapsed again and I knew she’d have no memory of this happening. I felt the energy slow and stop and I let her hand go.

“Oh, did I nod off–I’m so sorry. Oh that pain has gone–oh that is so wonderful.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. “Sorry, you’re, Cathy, aren’t you? You’re doing this play with Matt?”

“Yes, the poor man’s Lady Macbeth, at your service.”

“I thought Matt said you were very good.”

“Ah, but at what?”

“I assumed acting–am I wrong?”

“I’m a university teacher, not an actress.”

“Oh, what d’you teach?”

“Ecology and field biology; although I’ve been seconded to help with the UK mammal survey.”

“I’ve seen you somewhere else haven’t I? You’ve been on the telly?”

“I made a film about dormice last year.”

“That’s it, we loved it–it was really very good.”

“The out-takes were better.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we left out all the bits where I fell over things in the dark and where Alan got chased by a tawny owl.”

She laughed, “I feel so much better, d’you have this effect on everyone?”

“Not everyone, just people I like.”

“But you don’t even know me?”

“I know when I like someone.”

“I do, too. Have you got any children?”

“I have a houseful, all adopted–I can’t have children.”

“Oh, I’m sorry–not even with all this fertility treatment and in vitreo stuff?”

“No, I’ve no breeding bits anymore.”

“Oh–that would make it difficult,” she smiled.

“So what are you having, a boy or a girl?” I asked changing the subject to her.

“Matt wants a boy, but I’d like a little girl–my mother says it’s going to be a girl from the way she’s lying but I’ll wait and see.”

“I’m sure you’ll love him or her to death whenever they arrive.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right.”

“Have you thought about names?”

“Oh don’t,” she sighed and rolled her eyes, “Matt wants Ingrid if it’s a girl and Jonathan if it’s a boy. I’d like Emily and Stephen.”

“I think I prefer your choices.”

“Oh good, can I say that to Matt? I’m sure he’ll be open to your advice.”

“Mine? Goodness, he’ll be the first then. Goodness look at the time–I’d better go and get Simon away from the bar. Good luck with the delivery, I’m sure it’ll go well.”

“Now I’ve got rid of that pain, I feel much better about everything. I hope the play goes well once you start rehearsals–I shouldn’t say this but Matt hasn’t done much classical stuff, he’s a film actor really. Put him in a car chase or a fight with the villain and he’s in his element, put him on the stage and you might have to help him through it.”

“Is it such a good idea then? I mean he could lose out big time if it flops.”

“He said when he saw your video of the sleepwalking scene, he knew he was working with someone who knew what they were doing.”

“Oh dear.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I was hoping he’d be able to help me–I did this play in school.”

“And got very good reviews–fancy someone saying you were a boy.”

“It was at a boy’s school.”

“Even so, I think most critics can tell male and female apart, don’t you?”

“Probably, I must go, lovely to meet you.” I held out my hand for her to shake.

She did and then looking at me questioningly, she said, “Thank you for helping my back.”

“I didn’t do anything?”

“You have a rare gift.”

I smiled in embarrassment.

“It’s going to be Emily, isn’t it?”

I smiled, “That could be embarrassing for a little boy.”

“But she’s a girl, isn’t she?”

“Fifty fifty chance.”

“Cathy, I trust my intuition.”

“Fine–always follow it, you won’t go far wrong. Now let’s see if I can prise Simon away from the bar.”

“Simon Cameron–the banker?”

“Yes, you know him?”

“Only from the papers–he’s a lord, so’s his dad, so you must be Lady Cameron?”

“That question I can confirm.”

“Gosh–I’m hobnobbing with the rich and famous tonight.”

“You know, that’s what I thought,” I confessed.

“Nah, me? I’m a poor girl from Ealing.”

“One of the most beautiful women in the world, and a super model, married to a top film star–poor once maybe, but not now, surely?”

“We do alright, but have a look in the mirror, Cathy. You could make it as a model any day, and certainly as an actress.”

“I’m too short and too busy, not to mention too ungainly to be a model, and the actress bit–we’ll see soon enough won’t we?”

She stood up and we hugged as best we could, given her lump. “You know, I don’t always take to other women, but you’re special and very, very pretty. Make the most of it.”

“I’ll see.” We hugged again and I left to collect Simon and send Matthew back to his wife.

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