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By Kitty Angel · Posted
15. A Surprise in the Mail! I came home to find a letter wedged under my door. Why it hadn’t been put in the mailbox was a mystery, but I bent down to pick up the envelope. It was off-white, ever-so-slightly pink, and on the front it simply said ‘Daddy’, in handwriting with more loops and curls than I had ever seen before. I pulled it open immediately, so curious about what could have been inside. I found a slim piece of stiff card, ornamented with the word ‘surprise’ in giant letters. I might have wondered what the surprise was, until I found hands over my eyes, and a giggling voice whispered in my ear: “Surprise! Guess who?” “Ooh, I don’t know,” I answered, although there was no question in my mind. It had been a couple of days since the picnic, and every day I’d been expecting to see her. “Could it be Belle?” “Umm… I…” Carter stuttered for a second, and I wondered if I’d done something wrong. For once it had seemed natural to use her first name, now we no longer worked together. After all, what kind of Daddy would address his daughter by her surname? But from her reaction I immediately knew that I had made a mistake. Working out why would probably be a lot harder. “It’s me, Daddy!” she said, dropping her hands and moving around in front of me. “Are you happy to see me?” “Very,” I said. “Have you been busy? I didn’t expect you to wait so long.” “I’ve been trying to write a story,” she said, and I couldn’t really make out anything in her expression. She seemed to be excited, but somehow sad at the same time. “I wanted to show you, but… Well, it’s harder than I thought. Can you help me?” “I’ll do what I can,” I said quickly, and then turned back to my front door. “Would you like to come in?” “Yeah!” she said. “Can I have a treat? I feel like I did good, even if I didn’t finish. And… well…” A pause, a little blush. “I love those cutlets, they’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted. But after all those experiments, I think it would be nice to be surprised by something different.” “I can do that,” I said with a smile. “Maybe you should change your MealKit subscription to send you something different?” “I changed it,” she said. “Haven’t got any of them yet, though. And I wanted an excuse to spend time with you. Writing kind of… it helps me deal with things that I might not have done so well at. But I’d still like to be little, with my Daddy around.” That was all she needed to say. I wasn’t looking at this as some kind of therapy, just something that would help her to relax. And in that case, any real friend would be sure to help her out. So we sat in front of the TV with blankets draped over us, and she had brought along a couple of large plush animals. I thought that I might buy some to decorate the room before the next time she came; snuggling something soft and small might make it easier for Carter to feel like a child. Maybe they were even more effective than watching cartoons, and I knew I should have thought of that before. We were both feeling very much relaxed by the time I decided I should start making dinner. I could have asked her to help me cook, but I had leftovers that needed using, so I sneaked out of the lounge while she seemed transfixed by the images on the TV screen, and set a pot of curry warming. While I stirred it, I lifted two packets of instant veggie rice out of the freezer, and caught sight of a pack of chicken pieces behind them. I remembered Carter ordering a kids meal, and wondered whether it would have been a better idea to offer her chicken nuggets or something; at the time she’d said she had good memories associated with that meal, but now I had to wonder if it was something to do with her childish side. Next time she came to visit, I decided that I would try to have some more childish meals available. When the meal was reheated, we ate curry and rice from trays while we watched cartoons, and as the evening went on I felt sure that Carter was starting to feel more comfortable. I could give her a space where she felt safe to be herself, and I could tell that she was grateful for that. There were so many mysteries right now, things that I couldn’t start to understand. But I was happy about all the things I could do right, and I was sure that she would be able to tell me more when she was comfortable with it. “I’ve not got a story for you,” she said, after the tension in her body seemed to have faded completely. “I was going to write a story for you, but…” “It’s okay,” I said again. “Writing is harder than you think, isn’t it? You don’t have to do it all by yourself. Maybe I can help you, if you know what you want to write about.” She didn’t say anything, but leaned a little closer and put her arms around me. I was so proud that she could trust me like that. There was nothing weird about it in that moment; she was just a child who wanted to be held, and she knew that she could trust me not to be weird about it. The more time I spent with her in this weird childish behaviour, the easier it was to think of her like a real child. And in a way, that only made it easier to care for her. I wanted to protect her, even though I knew that she could normally take care of her. These evenings were my opportunity to keep her safe. “I’ve got these characters,” she mumbled into my shoulder. “I want to write the story, but I don’t know how to start.” “What do you know about them?” I asked, hoping that a single elective literature module in college plus all the stories I had read online might give me enough knowledge to help her. “The both think they know what’s best for people, right?” “Yeah. Chloe wants to be good, like a fairytale princess. Graceful, pretty, well-behaved, responsible, like good girls are supposed to be. And she wants everybody to be the same. And the other one… I called her… umm… Lily… She only cares about being cool. Like, doing all the things that you have to do to be popular. Following every trend. They both think they know what they need to do so they’ll be happy, like who they’re supposed to be. And they think that because they’ve discovered the path to happiness, they need to help everybody else stick to the same path.” “And Lily’s going to learn to do better?” I said, and felt Carter shiver slightly when I said the name. It was a name that meant something to her, maybe somebody else from her past. Or maybe that was the name she hoped I would call her? The whole thing with her name was the biggest mystery to me, and I was afraid of saying the wrong thing. “Yeah,” she said, a few seconds later. “Maybe I should give her a different name, though. That one doesn’t… I mean, it would be a bit weird. Can you help me think of another one?” “How about Kylie?” I asked. “It’s not such a common name, so it might be better for the cool girl.” “Kylie?” she said, and then paused. “I think… yeah, I kind of like that. I can’t think of anybody else with that name, so it’s kind of exotic, but… I know it’s a real name, I’m sure I’ve seen it before. It’s like the right balance, I guess. Thanks! I should have asked you to help before. I guess I was just hung up on the name, and I want to tell you, but I’m scared, and…” “Is it like a name you want to be called?” I gave the only guess I could. “A middle name or something, or a name you wish you had? Because I could call you that if you want. Trust me, it’s a small thing to do if it can have a big effect for you.” “Not… Not quite,” she answered, blushing again. I could tell when she was nervous because she looked down at her hands, but her head was still resting against my chest so I could feel every movement. “It’s like… You know I like being treated like a little kid sometimes, right? Kind of like I’m making up for the things I missed when I was younger, maybe. Contaminated by… Ugh, I’ll have to tell you sooner or later. D… Somebody I had a crush on started treating a girl he knew like she was a little kid. I thought they were dating, and I wasn’t mature enough to really understand. So I guess I kind of got hung up on it, started dreaming that he’d treat me like that. I was young and stupid, the situation was nothing like I thought it was, but ever since I’ve loved being babied by somebody strong and protective. And maybe that did remind me about some of the things that I didn’t have because… Well, that’s not something I want to think about.” “I kind of…” I started. “I don’t know the details, but I can see the broad strokes. You miss them?” “I barely remember them. Maybe I should be sad about that. But it’s easier just to not think about it at all. Focus on the now. Even if it’s, like, more comfortable when the now includes some little bits of childhood.” “Like the kids' meal?” I asked. “Yeah,” she nodded, and the embarrassment was clear. “But what I told you was true as well. My brother made it special when he could get me a treat. But anyway… I was going to tell you. Some people who do this, let their inner children run free, have a kind of… I guess you call it dissociation. Like pick a different name for the adult me and the child me. There’s more to it than that, for me at least. But that’s the root of it. Is that weird?” “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Normal just means average, right? I don’t care if it’s weird. I don’t care if it’s cool. All that matters to me is that it makes you happy. And I’ll call you whatever you want. But you said something about trust–” I interrupted myself, taking a deep breath. Now I thought about it, I didn’t think she’d said that at all. Bracewell had said that Carter needed to trust me before she told me a different name. Had Carter told me anything like that herself? Would she be upset that someone had talked about her behind her back? “Do you want me to use that name?” I asked. “It’s entirely up to you. I can call you whatever you like, and you can change it whenever you want. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you.” “Thank you,” she said, and that I could feel the nerves building up in her body where she was nestled against me. “I think… Maybe not until I can tell you why that name matters. But I’ll have to be braver before then.” “You can be as brave as you want,” I said. “And if there’s a way I can help you, just let me know. So I’ll call you Belle until you’re ready? My baby Belle.” That was a bad joke; bad enough to completely justify her striking me on the back of my head with a cushion. I knew there was nothing to be mad about, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to retaliate in the same way. I was careful to be gentle, treating her like a real child, but it wasn’t long before we were taking turns to chase each other around the lounge, alternating between threats of tickles and cushions. Just like we were both kids; or maybe if Daddy was free to have fun with his little girl, rather than being serious all the time. That evening was a bit weird, but it was enough to tell me that I was on the right path towards being happy. -
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
127. Intermission Tess didn’t go home that night, and to her surprise Ffrances didn’t seem to have a problem with that. Neither did the nurses on the ward. Spike’s room was a little spartan, but there was a fairly comfortable chair beside him, and Tess sat there so that she would know immediately if something went wrong. Not that there was anything she could have done in the case of a medical emergency, but she knew that she needed to be there. She quickly got used to moving out of the way when the nurses came in to change his dressings, or to do blood tests. She guessed that they were checking to make sure that he wasn’t going to cause any problems with the painkillers, but she never saw him press the button for more pain relief unless he couldn’t cope any more. Once or twice she could see that he was almost unaware of his surroundings because of the pain, and she still had to tell him to press the button. And when she did, he would thank her. Even after all the time she’d known Spike, she didn’t quite know the full story around his family. But she knew that he was extremely reluctant to take any kind of drugs, maybe scared that he would end up like his mother. When he really needed something, she didn’t think that he would have coped without someone else he trusted to take the decision out of his hands. Spike enjoyed the books. Tess read some of them as well. A couple of times she left the hospital to visit the nearest shops, but she wouldn’t leave Pine Ridge as long as Spike was there. Thankfully there was a shower there, but getting herself clean was the longest she would allow herself to leave his side. It did occur to her that some people might have found this strange, but that was just a passing thought, and neither of them seemed to question it. She was worried about him, and she needed to be with him. On the first day, Spike had been connected to a whole bunch of tubes and wires. The nurses explained that sometimes, the body can respond in odd ways to significant tissue damage, and there was a chance that the chemicals involved in forming scar tissue could trigger problems with his liver, kidneys, or even nervous system in some cases. A rare condition, but one that the doctors wanted to guard against. So Spike was sitting there with a drip to keep his fluid balance steady, a selection of drugs that were supposed to help the injuries to heal with less visible scarring, and all kinds of sensors that would alert someone if something started to go wrong. On the little table beside his bed, there was a sealed vial containing a half dozen tiny glass shards. The doctor had asked if he wanted to keep them, and Spike didn’t know. The police had been given a picture; and confirmed that the pieces were treated soda-lime glass from a broken bottle. Apparently they could even tell the brand, although Tess had no idea what could be distinctive about glass pieces barely larger than fingernail clippings. After a couple of days the doctors could change the bandages on Spike’s face, and Tess could see him again. There was still a lot of bruising, but it looked a little better than it had that day in the school cafeteria. It was hard to believe it was still the same week; it seemed like an eternity now. Another lifetime. On the first day, there had been an XV message from Gabby, asking what had happened and where she was. Presumably she already knew, because that message had come before she would even have reached home on a normal school day. Tess had given a brief response; that she was in PRMCT, and everything was taken care of, but she would be here for a few days. After that, Tess had barely checked the messages on her phone. She didn’t know what her friends were posting on Clatter, and the few times she’d checked XV, she had found already-expired messages from Gabby. Whatever those messages had been about, Gabby clearly didn’t think they were important enough to read later if she wasn’t online at the time; so Tess tried not to dwell on them. She had more than enough on her mind right now. In the end, it was the following week before the doctors said that Spike was healing well enough to go home if he wanted to. He’d need an adult to take responsibility for managing his access to the painkillers; because once they gave him pills, they needed to ensure that he wouldn’t take too many. That was a cause for a cynical laugh; it was hard to imagine any of the adults in his family being responsible if they had access to any kind of medication. Tess sent a message, and before too long Ffrances came to sign the forms. Spike was disconnected from the last of the tubes; the nurses on the ward could give him pills if he was struggling with pain, and Ffrances had a pack with his name on for once he was out of the hospital. Whether that was in her office, or actually finding somewhere to live. Tess wasn’t looking forward to that conversation; but she knew it was her responsibility. She’d told Ffrances that she would take care of it. “Okay,” Tess said again, and looked down at her hands. Ffrances was there with them in Spike’s room, holding all the papers that needed to be signed. “There’s no benefit to staying in here. I’m going to talk to Gabby, see if you can stay with us. If not… we’ll come up with another plan.” “You think she’d let me stay?” Spike asked, seeming surprise. Tess was confused for a second, until she realised that she hadn’t told him before what she had in mind. She hadn’t wanted him to worry about it. “I mean, she’s trying to get over her prejudices, but I think she still doesn’t like me that much. She didn’t want me to come see you while she was actually there.” “I think she’ll object,” Tess said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “But I think she’ll accept it. Eventually.” “You can stay at my place tonight,” Ffrances offered. “I think Gabby will do what Tess tells her, but it might take some time to persuade her. She said she’s got some surprise for me tomorrow, she’s set up some kind of romantic lunch thing. So unless there’s anything unexpected, you two can handle moving in during the day. While we’re both out of the way. Does that work for you two?” Tess nodded. She was pretty sure she knew what Gabby was planning. They’d talked about it briefly the last time Tess had actually been at home; although she was surprised to hear that it was available already. She was less confident that Gabby would agree to her plan, but she knew that Gabby was trying really hard now to convince Ffrances that she had turned over a new leaf after some disagreement; so there was a better chance than there would otherwise have been. “That’s good,” she said. “I guess you haven’t got much stuff, have you? Will you be okay picking up your possessions from home? I mean…” “Shawna and Nik won’t be there,” Ffrances filled in. “Technically I shouldn’t tell you this, patient confidentiality and all. But they picked her up from the house, said they wanted to test her and make sure she’s following the programme. And they might have mentioned that there was a chance of something going down in the next few days that she’d be better off staying out of. She agreed to sign herself and Nik into the Family Crisis Center for two weeks. Hopefully that will be time enough for the police to get themselves sorted out.” “They said if I’m not comfortable going back to that house, I could have a police officer go with me when I go to pick stuff up,” Spike mumbled. “Probably a good idea, but that would mean Duke knows for sure that it was me who… You know.” “How about Adam?” Tess suggested. “I haven’t spoken to him much, but I understand his duties here include like… medical orderly type work. There’s situations where a nurse or orderly can go with someone to make sure they’re settled in okay, isn’t there? Like when somebody’s injured and needs help rearranging stuff at home to not present a hazard while they’re on crutches.” “Not a good example,” Ffrances said with a smile, “but I think that works. Actually, Adam normally works in the psychiatric unit. But we can send him home with a patient to make sure that the home is somewhere conducive to healing. Can even get him to drive a patient home, if there’s reason to believe they might not cope with their home environment. Doesn’t have to be one of our patients.” “Would it be disruptive if we asked to do that this afternoon?” Tess asked. “I think you said Duke does that quad-racing thing Thursday afternoons.” “Hanging out at the track, selling contraband, and ripping off anybody who’s dumb enough to believe he’s a bookie,” Spike concurred. “He’ll probably be out most of the afternoon. Don’t know where Walt will be.” “Right. Then Adam can go to Raybridge with you and get any stuff you’ve got there. A few boxes go to Ffrances’s house if there’s stuff you want to have with you. The rest… take it to that big parcel place in Raybridge, right? Behind the old post office. You can drop boxes off there for next day delivery. Then you’re at Ffrances’s house. In the morning… Ffrances, will you be going to Gabby’s before your date? You’ve not got space for luggage in your car anyway, so it doesn’t make that much difference if Spike has to get the bus over. Then when you and Gabby are enjoying your lunch date – I’m kind of jealous, you know? – While you’re out, I’ll finish shifting my stuff back from the spare room to the nursery, Spike arrives, we get you set up in the spare room, then at some point during the afternoon a bunch of parcels arrive. I can help you unpack, we get your room properly set up before Ffrances and Gabby get home.” “Nice plan,” Ffrances said. “Have you thought about how to present it to Gabby? It’s probably better if she agrees in advance. But if she comes home to find that Spike is already living there, and we tell her she has to live with it, I can’t imagine her objecting.” “I’m going to talk to her first,” Tess said. “I’m going to go see her now, tell her in person. Then I’ll give you a call to let you know the plan is on.” There was no objection to that. All the wheels were in motion now; Spike was going to be moving in tomorrow. The only thing Tess couldn’t predict was how many compromises she would have to agree with in order to get Gabby’s permission. And as she boarded the train to Upper Ashfields, she was practically shaking. But somehow, her feelings right now were somewhere between nervousness and excitement. This was a challenge she could face; something she could do to make things better. And that was exactly what Tess needed to make her feel alive. She was confident she would learn that her cousin wasn’t a total monster. … Oooh, what do you think Gabby will say to that? Is Tess's confidence misplaced? -
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