(aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2188 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad
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“How d’you cope with all these children?”asked my old schoolfriend.
“Some days better than others, especially the two older ones.”
“What, Julie and...?”
“No, Simon and Stella.”
This was met with a snort. “You are so funny, Cathy.” At least she was getting my name right at last.
“So they tell me, now, what’s happened between you and Kirsty–don’t tell me she’s found God?”
“She’s a priest.” There was a pause before she shook her head, “Oh, you’re too quick for me, some days.”
“So are you going to tell me or if you do, will you have to kill me?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh well, I knew it would happen one day.”
“What?”
“My death.”
“What are you on about?”
“You telling me then killing me.”
“You’re madder than I am.”
“I hope that’s not a diagnosis because I should demand a recount.”
“You are weird, Cathy Watts.”
“That is already known and by since we were kids.”
“That is true.”
“So what happened with Kirsty?”
“We had a big row.”
“Over what or is that classified?”
She shrugged, “I suppose I can tell you.”
“Well yes, you’re going to kill me afterwards anyway, at least give me the satisfaction of knowing why.”
“Okay. Do you remember Karen Stevens?”
“Should I?” I asked desperately trying to make some breathing space to think if I did or not.
“Her parents owned the ironmongers on the Gloucester Road.”
I saw the road in my mind and then the shop and finally the girl–I thought it was. “Didn’t she have that red dress from Dorothy Perkins that I absolutely adored?”
“That’s the one.”
“I loved her shoes as well, the black ones with the two inch heel and the strap around the ankle.”
“Did you?” she asked astonished.
“Yeah, she always had the most beautiful scarves and things.”
“Fancy you remembering those–I desperately wanted the one with the roses on.”
“I preferred the one with the yellow and blue butterflies.”
“Cathy, you really were a girl, weren’t you?”
“I tried to tell anyone who would listen, but no one except you did–unless you count Mr Whitehead.”
“Who’s he?”
“My old English teacher, who followed me down here when his wife died and he was murdered trying to protect me from a couple of thugs, one of whom stabbed him in the school car park. He left me his house.”
“Wow! You must tell me about all that some time.”
“I can do better, I can show you the book, now back to Kirsty.”
“Okay, she went off with one of the other curates the other week.”
“On business?”
“Not entirely.”
“Oh–man or woman?”
“A man.”
“Does that count as being unfaithful?” I was confused, well more than usual.
“She’s pregnant.”
“I suppose that’s a yes, then?”
“Absolutely.”
“I thought you wanted a baby.”
“I do, but not like this.”
“Well, I’m telling you now, I am not adopting anymore.”
She smiled and blushed, “Pity, I was hoping you’d adopt me.”
I gave her a wry look and she smirked.
“So what are the options?” I asked trying to move things along a bit.
“I’ve left her.”
“It was a big row, then?”
“Yes.”
“And you can’t forgive her?”
“She does that, I do medicine.”
“Tea?” I asked and she nodded. It gave me a moment to think while the kettle boiled. “Did you tell Stella any of this?”
“No, why?”
“You were out together this morning.”
“No we just chatted.”
“How far advanced is the pregnancy?”
“About six weeks.”
“You did a test, obviously?”
“Duh.”
“Okay, I’m just clarifying things. She could miscarry.”
“She could, but she still betrayed my trust.”
“People do, I’m afraid.”
“Have you betrayed Simon or he you?”
“No.”
“Well then.”
“I’m sorry, Siá¢n, I’m not a marriage guidance counsellor, I’m a friend who likes both of you.”
“I thought you were my friend, old time’s sake and all that?”
“Okay, I am but I like Kirsty, too. Normally, she’s very nice.”
“Yeah, I’ll give you that.”
Whoopee doo. “What about Karen Stevens?”
“Ah, that’s where it gets complicated.”
I can’t wait. I sipped my tea. “Do try to keep it simple, you know I’m not terribly clever.”
“No, course not, Dr Watts. They don’t usually give PhDs away, do they?”
“I got mine on a sympathy vote–Karen Stevens, what about her?”
“We were more than good friends in school.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know damn well what it means.”
“But you told me you didn’t decide you were lesbian until you were away at uni?”
“I had a good idea before.”
“And Karen is similarly disposed?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t tell me she’s come to work in Salisbury as a nurse at your practice?”
She went pale for a moment, “How did you know that?”
“Inspired guess.”
“But it’s accurate.”
“Accurate inspired guess.”
“Tell me how you did it?”
“She’s got to have come into your life again. If she’d been a bloke, I’d have suggested she was a doctor, but given that more women are nurses than doctors, it was a better risk to opt for nurse, and for you to meet her, it would probably be at your practice rather than the local hospital.”
“She’s our new nurse practitioner.”
“Oh a prescribing nurse?”
“Yes.”
“And what happened next?”
“We recognised each other, I invited her to meet Kirsty and she came round for dinner.”
“And?”
“They got on really well.”
“But you’ve done the dirty on Kirsty?”
“Yes.”
“So aren’t you quits now?”
“No, I’m not pregnant am I?”
“I suspect that could be difficult with another woman–even one like me.”
She smiled wrily at me, “You’re as much a woman as any other one I’ve ever met.”
I smiled back and blushed, “Thank you.”
She shrugged, “You’re welcome.”
“What d’you want to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“So how will you do it?”
“Do what?” now she looked puzzled.
“Whatever it is that your heart desires.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“Siá¢n, what would you like to do, get back with Kirsty or run off with Karen?”
“Both and neither.”
“You’re making this so much easier.”
“Sorrrreee.”
“Does Kirsty know about Karen and you?”
“Yes.”
“So it’s a bit of a stalemate?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to get back with Kirsty?”
“Yes and no, not with the kid.”
“You can’t take it out on the kid, he or she had nothing to do with any of it, he or she is even more innocent that you.”
“I know that.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“But if Kirsty keeps the baby, you won’t get back together?”
“Would you?”
“No, but that’s because I’m not gay.”
“I don’t know what I want.”
“Except no to the baby?”
“Yeah, that’s all.”
“I presume you told Kirsty?”
“Oh yeah, the night before I came to you.”
Why do I attract all these strange people? Why can’t she make her own decision? Oh boy, what a problem.
“What does Karen want?”
“She’d like to get together again.”
“And Kirsty, what does she think?”
“She wants to have her cake and eat it.”
“Do I detect a touch of resentment?”
“Yeah, about a mile wide.”
Comments
The problem of having a bi-partner
Lesbians are very leery of bi girls just because of this nonsense. I don't blame Sian for being angry. It is still infidelity.
Kim
IMHO. Both Sian and Kirsty are guilty of ...
... infidelity, and I don't think Sian is realy bothered that there is a baby, or realy the method of conception, more how that method was achieved.
Simply that as Kirsty's decision to get pregnant directly affected Sian and she was lied to about it.
People and their little boxes.
When it gets to Lesbians and gays, they are from a different planet to me. Oh, I have both as friends but just can not follow their lack of logic. Of interest to me is the fact that My church would rather I marry a trans man so it would not mess with their book keeping. Geeze, I really have not had good fortune with Tmen. According to some I know, the fact that I am attracted to men, makes me gay. I think the best way to figure all this out is to pluck your head off and stick it in the vitamix.
G
Thanks for the
thought provoking episode. I guess I sort of side with Kristy, but I have more in common with her even more than when I first got, seeing as i am now in a lesbian partnership, but...
Oh you may have broken my brain Ang, love you still though
Goddess Bless you
Love Desiree
Age old problem
i guess the eternal triangle, Lots of people have tried to sort this out triangle , Most fail...You can only hope Sian and Kirsty can find a compromise, But you would have to say things look bleak...
Of course what all this means is Sian will need somewhere to live, Whilst it would be nice for the Camerons to have a doctor living with them,the sheer praticality of commuting would make that a difficult proposition.... So what to do ?.. Cathy may feel that getting them together to talk might help, Maybe it will, One thing is for certain though whilst ever the two girls are annoyed with each other a reunion is unlikley, which would be a sad way for their relationship to finish.
However knowing Cathy (like all us Bike addicts do ) she will not give up without trying at least once, Yes the odds may be against a reunion might be high, But you have to give it a go ... Don't you?
Kirri