Lucy Gordon - For The Sake Of His Child

As soon as the words were out she was shocked at herself for losing control of her tongue. And bewildered. It wasn’t like her to fly off the handle so easily, but when she was defending Joey her anger flared up quickly.

Carson was looking at her, not angrily, but with a wry expression.

‘I’m sorry,’ she told him. ‘I shouldn’t have said that.’

‘No, don’t spoil it. I appreciate plain speaking, and I guess that hair of yours comes at a price.’

‘Nonsense!’ she said, colouring. ‘It’s just hair. It doesn’t mean anything.’

‘Well, I never met any blondes or brunettes who put me in my place like you do. And it’s not “just hair”. It’s a glowing beacon, and it’s beautiful. As I say, there’s a price, but I don’t mind paying it.’

‘Can we drop this subject?’ she asked frostily.

‘If it bothers you to be told that you’re beautiful.’

‘This isn’t about me.’

‘What about your boyfriend with the spark plugs? Does he tell you that you’re beautiful?’

‘No, he says-’ She checked, wondering at herself. It was fatal to answer him.

‘Says what?’ Carson persisted.

‘That I’m reliable,’ she admitted unwillingly.

‘Oh, boy! He’s really sweeping you off your feet, isn’t he?’

Her lips twitched. ‘I am reliable.’

‘I’m sure you are, but as a loverlike tribute it lacks something, don’t you agree?’

‘Well, Dan is very much taken up with his business. In fact, he’s rather like you.’

‘He’s not at all like me,’ Carson muttered. ‘Are you in love with him?’

‘I-I’m not sure. I’ve known Dan for years. His mother taught me signing when I was a little girl. He was in and out of the house, and we became friends. He didn’t mind my being deaf. He was used to people like that.’

‘But what about now?’

‘How do you mean?’

‘You make him sound as though he was just a habit.’

‘Well, some habits can be very nice,’ she said defensively.

‘Sure they can. But don’t you want more?’

More, she thought. More than dear, dull, kindly, blinkered Dan?

She saw Carson watching her, and suddenly she felt self-conscious. There was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, something dark and uncontrollable. It ignored the restraints she’d built so carefully into her life. It was reckless and magical. It made her blood sing and her heart beat powerfully.

More.

‘I’ve never asked too much out of life,’ she said after a while. ‘Then you’re not disappointed.’

‘To hell with that! It’s a philosophy for cowards. Take risks. Be disappointed. Then pick yourself up and go on to the next thing.’

‘That’s your philosophy. But not everyone can live like you.’

‘Of course they can. There are no restraints except those you put on yourself.’ He checked himself suddenly. ‘Hell! I’m talking ignorant nonsense, aren’t I?’

‘A bit,’ Gina said, smiling.

‘For Joey, there are restraints he didn’t put there himself. And for you. Why do you let me go on spouting rubbish?’

‘Could I stop you?’ she asked lightly.

He gave a rueful grin. ‘Probably not. Let’s call it a day before I say anything worse.’

IT DIDN’T take Gina long to find that nature had intended Joey to be a little devil. If his deafness hadn’t damaged his confidence he would have been a real handful. He was still sometimes possessed by an imp of mischief, but had enough charm to win forgiveness.

He reacted to the news that they were going to visit Mrs Saunders by sticking his lower lip out and sitting down, giving Gina a defiant look.

‘We’re going to the hospital,’ she said firmly. ‘Now!’

He eyed her, sizing up the strength of the opposition.

‘Why don’t you like her?’ Gina asked.

Because she doesn’t like me.

Gina knew better than to say, Nonsense, I’m sure she does. Instead, she put a friendly hand on his shoulder. ‘Come on. Let’s do our duty and get it over with.’

He made a face. Gina immediately made the same face back, and they laughed together.

They found Mrs Saunders sitting up in a chair. She was middle-aged and looked bruised and belligerent. She eyed Joey with wary hostility. He eyed her back in the same spirit.

‘I don’t want any of his tantrums in here,’ were her first words.

‘He doesn’t have tantrums-’ Gina began.

‘That’s what you think. Screaming and yelling-’

‘Only because he can’t make himself understood. It gets too much for him. When you come back-’

‘I’m not coming back. I’ve got a new job waiting for me when I come out of here.’

‘What?’

‘I took the day off last week to go to an interview. The next day they called and asked me back for another interview. I was coming home from that when I had the accident.’

‘So that’s why you went out and left him alone,’ Gina said angrily.

‘Well, I could hardly take him with me, could I? Anyway, I’ve got another job and that’s that.’ She set her chin.

There was nothing to do but leave. From Joey’s cheerful expression, Gina guessed he’d picked up the gist of the conversation.

For the rest of the day Gina was thoughtful. A plan was taking shape in her mind. At last she nodded to herself, confident that she had a way to make this work. When Carson called to say he would be late that evening she told him not to worry. She had everything in hand. He hung up with an easy mind.

So his shock was all the greater when he arrived home at ten o’clock that evening and found Gina’s bags packed and standing in the living room.

‘I was just going to take them out to my peanut,’ she explained.

‘You’re not leaving?’ he asked in alarm.

‘Right now.’

‘You can’t do that.’

‘I can. I don’t care what arrangement you’ve made with my employers. If they fire me, they fire me. I’ve made up my mind.’

‘Gina, just until Mrs Saunders comes back-’

‘She isn’t coming back. She’s got another job-’

Carson swore under his breath. ‘All right. I’ll find someone else. But until then-’

‘Joey doesn’t need someone else. He needs his father. You’re his father. Not me. Not Mrs Saunders. Not someone you hire from an agency, but you.’

‘I’ve got a business to run-’

‘The business is just an excuse because you can’t face being alone with him.’

‘Only because I know I’m no use to him.’

‘Well, that can change, can’t it? You can work on yourself until you are of use to him.’

‘How?’

‘You could learn sign language, for a start, so that you two can communicate. You should have done it long ago.’

‘What time do you think I have-?’

‘I’m disappointed in you, Carson. I thought you were an honest man, honest with yourself as well as everyone else.’

‘Are you saying I’m not?’

‘Why don’t you admit the real reason you haven’t learned sign language?’

‘You’re sure you know the real reason, are you?’

‘You’re asking me that, with my background?’

‘All right. Tell me.’

‘Because you can’t face the truth. Learning to sign would have been an admission that your son is deaf. You probably decided not to admit it long ago. Shut your mind and it isn’t true. That’s it, isn’t it?’

‘Maybe,’ he admitted, tight-lipped.

‘But Joey can’t put it aside like that. For him it is true, every moment of every day and night. There’s no escape. He’s trapped in a cage and all your money and success can’t break down the door and pull him out of it. You can only get in there with him, and maybe lead him part of the way out. If you won’t do that, I’m out of here.’

They faced each other. ‘This is blackmail,’ he said at last.

‘Yes, it is.’

‘Just give me a little time-’

‘The time is now. My terms are simple. I want your promise about several things. Joey has six weeks of the summer holiday ahead of him. You’ve got to make use of that time. You learn sign language, and talk to him. And listen to him. He’s very interesting.

‘Plus you leave work early-no more getting home at ten. If meetings overrun, you cut them short. You take at least a week off to give him a holiday somewhere. I want your solemn word. If I don’t get it, I leave this minute. And when Joey wakes up tomorrow you can explain my absence in any way you can.’

‘And what would that do to him? I thought you wanted to help him.’

‘I’m helping him the best way I know. Do I have your word, or shall I get my coat?’

Silence.

‘You warned me you were tough,’ he said.

‘I had to be. You’ll discover that Joey’s tough too, for the same reason.’

‘No prizes for guessing whose side you’re on.’

‘Carson, I see that little boy facing crippling problems with humour and courage. And I see his father, ducking out. Whose side do you expect me to take?’

‘If I give you those promises, I want one in return.’

‘What?’

‘That you’ll stay with us the whole six weeks. I can do it, Gina, but not without you.’

‘If my employers say yes.’

‘They will.’

She smiled. She knew she’d won. ‘Yes, I’m sure they will, if you say so. All right. I promise if you do.’

He held out his hand. ‘Shake.’

‘Shake.’

He gripped her in an echo of their first handclasp. It had been only a few days ago, but they both felt as though they’d travelled a million miles.

‘I’ve got a meal for you,’ she said prosaically.

Over supper her mood was euphoric. She poured his wine and raised her own in salute. It was the salute of a victor.

‘I’d hate to face you in the boardroom,’ he grumbled. ‘You’d bankrupt me in a week.’

‘We ought to establish some ground rules.’

‘Not bankruptcy. Take-over.’

‘Who cleans this house?’

‘Mrs Saunders used to do it, but I’m not asking you.’