by Susan Lewis
He spun round. “It’s not a child, Kate. Not yet.” It was clearly an effort for him to keep his voice under control.
“It is!” she cried. “Of course it is. It might not be born yet, but it’s still alive, a human being.”
“No!” he growled.
After a long silence he took a deep breath. “This is getting us nowhere. We have to be rational about this, think things through and decide what is to be done. There’s still time, it’s not too late yet. If we contact the doctor today, he will be able to fix you up. Maybe by the end of . . .”
“Stop it!” she shouted, jumping to her feet. “Stop it! I’m not having an abortion. I’ll never have an abortion. This is my baby you’re talking about. Mine, do you hear me? I want it. I love it.”
“You’re talking nonsense,” said her father. “How can you love it? It’s not anything yet to be loved.”
“Is that what you thought about me, when Mum was pregnant? Is that how you thought? That I was nothing, that I couldn’t be loved, just because I was still in the womb?”
“Of course it wasn’t,” he snapped. “But you were planned. Your mother and I wanted you.”
“And I want my baby.”
He closed his eyes and ran his fingers back and forth across his forehead. “This is no way to bring a child into the world, Kate,” he said, after a while.
Kate clenched her teeth, and tried to sound calm. “You’re not listening to me. I will love it, I will look after it, it will want for nothing. I thought you would help me, but I can see now that I was wrong. But let me remind you again that this is your flesh and blood too, it is your grandchild.”
“And Joel Martin’s bastard.”
She turned away, disturbed by the venom in his eyes.
“Have you thought of what this will do to you?” he went on. “To your life? You’ll be carrying his bastard around for all the world to see. You will have no freedom, no time for yourself. You can forget your novel, something you’ve always wanted to do. You can say goodbye to your friends, there will be no time for them. And you can say goodbye to me.”
“What!” she gasped.
“You heard what I said. If you have this child, I want nothing to do with it. I couldn’t stand to see it, or you, my own daughter, as the used and discarded instruments of Joel Martin.”
“For God’s sake, why do you hate him so much?”
“How can you sit there and ask me that? Don’t you realize what he has done to you? You are soiled and labelled. I could never look at that child and forget what that man has done to you.”
“It’s not entirely his fault, you know. It takes two to make a baby.”
“Don’t be disgusting!” he spat. “Don’t ever let me hear you talk like that again. I don’t want to hear it, any of it.”
“All right, all right,” she said. “But you can’t just pretend that there isn’t a baby . . .”
“A child without a father? Is that what you want?”
“Of course it’s not what I want, but it’s what I’ve got. Besides, who knows, once it’s born Joel might come round.”
“Stop fooling yourself, Kate. You won’t see him again, he told you as much, and you have to believe him. If anything, you should be thankful to him for getting out of your life.”
“Thankful?”
“Yes. You only saw what you wanted to see in him, and you fooled yourself into believing that he loved you. Well, he didn’t, and you’re going to have to face up to that. He doesn’t want you, or the child.”
Tears were streaming down Kate’s face now. “Don’t say that,” she cried. “Don’t say that.”
“For God’s sake, Kate, what’s got into you? You can’t ruin your life, not now.”
“I’m not ruining my life. Why won’t anyone listen to me? Even if it does mean bringing it up alone, I still want to have this baby.”
He sighed wearily and went to sit down beside her. “Look,” he said, putting his arm round her shoulders, “it’s difficult for you to see things clearly right now, you’re too emotional, too upset. But you will, in time, you’ll see that it’s the only sensible answer. Darling, I love you, you know I do. Do you really believe that I would ask you to do something that I felt to be wrong? I am only asking you to do this for your own sake. It would make me very unhappy to see you bringing up the child of a man who doesn’t even want to see you. And, I’ve been thinking this for some time now, and now that this has happened, well, perhaps you will see that it’s not such a bad idea. I want you to come home and live here, with me. I get lonely when Mummy’s away in hospital, and she’s away such a lot of the time now. And there’s no real need for you to be in London, not now that you’re freelancing, is there? You’ll be able to write here, undisturbed. And then later, when things are, well, more settled, then we can think again, and who knows, perhaps then it will be the right time to have children. But not now, Kate. Not now, when everything is going so well for you.”
“But things aren’t going so well for me,” she said. “That’s just where you’re wrong. I didn’t want to tell you, but now it looks like I’ll have to. I can’t write a book, I’ll never be able to write a book. I just don’t have it in me.”
“Of course you don’t, at the moment. But that’s because Joel Martin has been messing up your life for the past few months. But you will, you’ll see. You will write, Kate, and I will do anything I can to help you. But you won’t be able to do it surrounded by nappies and crying babies. Now what do you say? The operation can be done in no time at all, and then we can begin again. Here at home, like we used to be.”
She shook her head and wiped her eyes with her hand. “Please stop it, don’t say any more.”
“All right, you’re tired, I can see that. Why don’t you go up and have a lie down, think about it for a while? You’ll see that what I’m saying is for the best.”
“I won’t!” Kate yelled, and she pushed him away. “Please, please listen to me, I beg you. I’m going to have this child, and if you’re not going to stand by me. Daddy, then I’ll have it alone. I can see now that none of you care about me, that all you’re thinking about is yourselves, but I’m thinking about me. Me! Do you hear? And my child. We don’t need any of you, we can make it without you. I hate you, I hate all of you . . .” and she fell onto the arm of the settee, shaking and sobbing.
Her father pulled her head up onto his shoulder.
“All right,” he said. “All right. We won’t discuss it now. Let me take you up to bed. You’re tired. You’ll see things differently when you’ve had some sleep.”
Kate wanted to scream at him, but she was too weary. Her nerves were taut, and she had been on an emotional see-saw ever since Joel had walked out on her. She had rung him several times, but he had refused to speak to her. Jenneen had rung, but Kate had refused to speak to her, and had hung up on her. And neither would she see Ellamarie or Ashley. She didn’t want anyone. She had only wanted her father in the end, but even that had been a mistake.
She allowed him to lead her up to her room, where she lay down on the bed. Her father sat with her for a while, saying nothing as he stroked her hair, and held her hand. She would make him see, she had to make him understand. She must have this baby. She loved Joel, it was his child, their child, and she couldn’t kill it. He would come round in the end, they all would. They had to.
Ellamarie came back into the room and handed a glass to Jenneen. “Have either of you heard from her? Spoken to her at all?”
“Not a word,” Ashley answered.
“She hangs up on me every time I ring,” said Jenneen, and Ellamarie could see the hun in her eyes. “I keep trying, but it’s no use, she just won’t speak to me. What about you, Ellamarie? Have you spoken to her?”
Ellamarie shook her head. “No,” she said. “Like you, I’ve tried, but she won’t listen. I have spoken to Joel though.”
“When?” said Jenneen.
“This morning. I rang him. I wondered if perhaps
he had spoken to her.”
“And has he?” Ashley asked.
“No, and no more does he want to, by the sound of it.”
“What did he say?”
“He said that she’d tried to ring him a couple of times, but that he really didn’t see any point in going over things again.”
“The bastard!” Jenneen muttered.
“Precisely,” said Ellamarie. “But we have to do something. I think one of us should ring her father.”
They looked at one another, none of them relishing the idea of speaking to Mr Calloway. Ellamarie went on. “I thought that as I spent Christmas with them, then maybe it should be me. I just wanted to know that you were in agreement.”
Ashley and Jenneen nodded their heads slowly.
Ellamarie went into the hall to use the phone. Jenneen and Ashley sat in silence, waiting for her to come back, dreading what she might have to say. Jenneen felt so responsible, and so wretched about everything; not for one minute had she stopped blaming herself.
At last Ellamarie came back into the room. They both looked up, waiting for her to speak.
“She’s with her parents. She’s been there since before the weekend. Her father said that she’s all right – as well as can be expected at any rate. Her mother’s home as well.”
“He knows about the baby then?” said Ashley.
Ellamarie nodded. “Sure, he knows all right.”
“Did you speak to her?” said Jenneen.
“No. She wouldn’t come to the phone. I only spoke to her father.”
“Did he say anything else?”
Ellamarie hesitated, and there was something in her manner that made the silence before she spoke ominous. “She’s going to have an abortion, on Friday,” she said, finally.
“Oh my God!” Jenneen gasped. “She can’t! She can’t do it. She wants that child.”
“Not any more, apparently. Her father said they’d spent all weekend talking things over, and they’ve decided it’s for the best.”
“I don’t know what to say,” said Ashley.
“I know,” said Ellamarie. “Her father asked if we’d go and see her tomorrow. Can you make it?”
“Of course,” said Jenneen. “I’ll cancel everything.”
Ellamarie looked at her. She knew how personally Jenneen had taken all of this. How she blamed herself. And Kate didn’t want to see her. She would only agree to seeing Ellamarie and Ashley. But not Jenneen. Ellamarie didn’t know how to tell her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Jenneen leaned forward and put her glass on the table, her hand was shaking. “She doesn’t want to see me?” she asked in a small voice.
Ellamarie shook her head.
Jenneen closed her eyes and swallowed hard against the lump that had risen in her throat.
“I’m sorry,” Ellamarie said again, and put her arms round her.
Jenneen cried into her shoulder. What had she done? Everything she touched she spoiled. But Kate. Kate couldn’t turn her back on her. She loved Kate, all she had been trying to do was make her happy. To give her something that she thought she had wanted. She would never meddle in anyone’s life again, everything she did turned to disaster. And now Kate was going to give up her baby; she would never be the same again. And for the rest of their lives, both of them would know that Jenneen might have saved her from this, and didn’t.
Later that night, as she was leaving the theatre, more flowers arrived for Ellamarie.
It was Friday morning, and Mr Calloway stood in front of the old Victorian building in Kensington Square looking up at the windows. He checked the address that he had written on a piece of paper before he pressed the bell. As he waited he gazed sightlessly around the square. Spring had arrived. Birds chirped merrily from tree to tree, and the sun was breaking through the clouds.
A female voice spluttered onto the entryphone, and he replied with his name.
“Is Mr Martin expecting you?” said the girl.
“He should be.”
There was a silence, and Calloway waited, looking at the intercom. Suddenly a buzzer sounded, and the catch on the door was released.
“Third floor,” said the voice, as he began to close the door behind him.
He took the stairs one at a time. There was no hurry. He passed a few people on the way up, but he looked at no one. His face was grim, but not even by the flicker of a muscle did he betray the blinding rage that burned inside him.
Half an hour ago he had left Kate at the hospital. She had wanted to go in alone. At first he had thought that she was going to run away as soon as he had gone, but she had smiled, that empty smile he had come to know this last week, and had assured him that he was right, that this was the only thing to do.
In truth he had been glad to leave her. If he had stayed he might have broken down. Her eyes had reflected her helplessness and solitude, and set a barrier between them that had never been there before. He remembered when she’d been a child, always his special child, and he had done everything he could to protect and shelter her from the nastier side of life. But nothing could have prepared him for this. The killing, or perhaps one should call it the murder, of his own grandchild. But how could he even think about her carrying this man’s child? He had been deeply shocked when she had told him, and had fought hard to hide the repulsion he had felt to imagine another man’s hands touching his precious little girl. But this man had soiled her, and hurt her, and now he was going to pay for it.
At last he reached the door on the third floor which gleamed Joel Martin and Associates from an overpolished brass plaque. He knocked gently, then as the female voice called out for him to come in, he pushed the door open.
The girl looked up. She was a young girl, probably only just inside her twenties. Did she have any idea what kind of monster she was working for? But she wasn’t his problem. He only cared for his Kate, and what the animal the other side of that door was putting her through at this very moment.
“Mr Martin will be with you in a minute,” said the girl. “Would you like to sit down while you wait?” She indicated a large, overstuffed sofa beneath the window. Calloway had plenty of time. Yes, he would wait.
He kept his hands in his pockets; they were shaking. He refused the offer of a coffee, and looked around the room. He saw nothing. Nothing, that was, except the face of his daughter when she had told him she was pregnant. Her face when she had told him that Joel Martin had impregnated her then abandoned her, never wanting to see her again. His Kate. His precious little Kate, violated by that raping bastard in there, who didn’t give a damn.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” said the girl.
Calloway nodded, and pointedly looked away, discouraging any idle chat from the secretary.
A few minutes later a buzzer sounded on the secretary’s desk and she looked over. “Mr Martin will see you now,” she said, getting up and going to open the door for him.
He crossed the room and walked into the adjacent office. As he looked at the dark-haired man seated behind the mammoth desk, looking up at him, the whole world seemed suddenly to pause in its business and hold its breath, waiting for the onslaught of a storm.
There was a half-smile on Joel’s lips, but his eyes were wary. “Mr Calloway,” he said, getting to his feet. “This is a surprise.” He held out his hand, but it was ignored. “Won’t you sit down?” Joel waved his hand towards the chair at the other side of his desk.
“A surprise?” Calloway loosened his tie. He must try and keep control.
“Well,” said Joel, looking more than a little uncomfortable. “I really didn’t expect to see you. Not here, anyway.”
“Oh? Then where?”
“Well, not anywhere, I suppose.”
“No,” said Calloway. “I don’t imagine you did. Or my daughter.”
Joel flushed. “How is Kate?”
“Don’t ask questions to which you have no wish to know the answers.”
Joel looked back at hi
m. He wasn’t used to being spoken to like this, particularly not in his own office, and his visitor’s manner was beginning to annoy him. “Just why are you here, Mr Calloway? Is it money you want? Because if it is . . .”
Suddenly Calloway had him by the throat, up against the wall. “I’m not a young man. Martin,” he snarled, “but so help me, I could kill you. Do you know where Kate is now? Do you? But no, of course you don’t, and you don’t bloody well care either, do you? Do you? Do you?” He was shaking Joel, banging his head against the wall.
Joel flexed his arms, and managed to push him away. “I think you’d better leave, Mr Calloway,” he said, barely managing to control his own temper.
“I’ll leave when I’m good and ready,” said Calloway, spitting out the words, one at a time. “My daughter is in the hospital right now, murdering a child. Your child. I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t want to know, but what I do know is that you are the lowest scum on God’s earth. I don’t know what you said to her to make her like she is, but by God you’ve taken everything from her. Her self-respect, her dignity, her pride, and now her child. You’ve left her with nothing, Martin, and so help me I’m going to see that you suffer for it.”
“Oh come on,” said Joel, half laughing, “this isn’t the movies. You can’t go around threatening people like that.”
“Shut up! I have no interest in anything you have to say. I have come here for two reasons. One, to tell you that, as of today, the five largest publishing houses in this country will cease doing business with you. Tomorrow the others will follow suit.”
For a moment Joel looked uncertain, then he sneered. “You can’t pull that one on me.”
“I can and already have. The authors who have the misfortune to be represented by you will be found other agents, and the publishers, as I said, will no longer recognize you.”
“You haven’t got that sort of power, Calloway, nobody has.”
“You’re wrong. But, if you don’t believe me, try ringing one of them, now.” He picked up the telephone and handed it to Joel, but Joel didn’t take it.