They’re
at it again Fighting. All we do now is fight. About me and the baby.
I didn’t mean to get this way. In the family way. It’s not as if
I planned it. It just happened. I love him and he loves me and that’s
all that matters. He says we can run away to England, but if I do
that who will look after Bossman. They’re going to send me away to
have it. Then they will take it away and I’ll never see my daughter
or son again. It will be a son and he will grow up to have his
fathers smile. It’s a lovely smile - a scamp’s smile.
They’re
gone. Thank God. They’re gone. Here’s Bossman and the dinner’s
ready. He might be in good humour. Here’s the dinner Boss. It’s
bacon and cabbage just what you like.
I
didn’t do it on purpose. Molly didn’t want him! She married his
brother. He’s older and has a few pounds. Jimmy has nothing: just
the shirt on his back.
I
DON’T KNOW WHY! What Molly has is only a bit of paper. ONLY A BIT
OF PAPER. I’LL HAVE ONE TOO. SOON. You’ll see. Everyone will see…
At
the entrance to the Nursing Home, Donie and a younger man get out of
a car.
"Go
in through the front doors. Don’t go right: there’s a door to the
left. That leads to a small stairs. Go up that to the first floor. Go
out the door in front and it’s the second room on the left."
Donie
pays the hackney fare, and slowly follows the younger man into the
home and up towards Peggy' room.
He
arrives and glances into Peggy's room, where she is alone. Moved to
solitude to await death. James sits beside the bed, he is holding her
hand, leaning down and crying, the tears fall on to the white bed
sheet. A mirror to the colour in Peggy's face. Donie stands at the
door: a sentry, on guard.
"Mam.
Mam it’s me. It’s James. I came, Donie found me and got in
contact, He phoned. I’m here now. It’s going to be all right
Mam."
Hearing
his voice Peggy stirs, trying to move towards the sound.
"Jimmy?
Jimmy is that you?"
"
No Mam. It’s me James. Remember?"
"James.
Oh! James. I missed you. You’ll have to go! They’ll run you."
"Not
any more Mam. Not this time, I won’t let them. I’m here to look
after you now."
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