To Be in England – Part 3
Thursday 16th June
9 pm BST
Briggens House Hotel
“I am amazed,
Wilhelmina – thank them for me on my behalf…
“You’ve already
sent the letters out? Okay – I’ll let
Caroline know. Talk toy uo tomorrow.”
She ended the
call and looked up to see Grace and Harriet standing by the bar.
"So what
are these mysterious phone calls between you and Wilhelmina about Sarah?"
She smiled as
she said "Something I thought a day ago was impossible."
"That
sounds intriguing."
"Well,”
Sarah said as they collected their drinks, “I had the crazy idea that I'd like
to see my old team play my new team, and I rang Wilhelmina to ask if it was
even remotely possible? I assumed even at St Angela's it would require too much
planning and fund raising...BUT, Wilhelmina has hit up some alumnae, as well as
parents like Juan Murchado, and as a result St Angela's are coming to Europe to
play a three game tour at the End of August, two games here in England,
and one in Switzerland against Diana de Ros' old school."
"WOW!"
Harriet looked shocked, What St Angela's can do still overwhelms me."
10 pm
Kings College, Cambridge
“They must be a
popular group,” Pepsi said as she looked at the group by the bar.
"Rowing is
a huge thing here at Cambridge," Will watched as the members of the Kings
Eight were feted by their fellows.
"Having
gone to a non-rowing school like Harrow we can feel quite out of it." Jack
grinned.
"Does your
school row Pepsi," Edith asked.
"No it's
one of the few sports we don't do, but I have a little interest because a
friend of mine is coxing two of her friends from Yale as they aim to be the US
coxed pair at the Rowing World Championships."
"Our first
men’s crew got bumped each day this May and slipped from 9th to 13th in the
First Division." Simon laughed "but our crew can still out party most
of the others."
"Our women's top crew also had a bad year losing their place in the First
Division." Robert added. "While both our Second Eights stayed down in
the depths of Division Four."
“Who is that,”
Pepsi then said as a band started to play.
“Who cares –
let’s get on the dance floor…”
"So you
have both rock bands play this, as well as a dance band?" Pepsi grinned as
she gyrated to the music.
"Yes,"
Jack laughed, "do you like them?"
"Yeah
these guys are pretty good," Pepsi shouted back.
"I've
heard worse," Angel shouted as she and Simon danced nearby.
"Haven't
we all little sister." Jack laughed.
"They seem
to be enjoying themselves Mandy," Edith asked from the sidelines.
"Indeed
they do darling."
"Look I've
been dying to ask,” Edith said, “is that an engagement ring on Pepsi's
hand?"
"It is
Edith."
"Is it
Jack's?"
"Of course
it is darling," Mandy laughed, "and before you ask yes she is only
sixteen, no we totally approve, no they won't announce it formally till
she's 18, and as they've been a couple already for two years no I do think it’s
not just puppy love."
"You have
a lot of answers Mandy," Edith laughed.
"It's the
first time she's actually worn the ring in public,” Mandy drawled, “she usually
wears it on a chain round her neck darling."
"So they
are being as discreet as possible?"
"Only a
very few people know." Mandy nodded.
"Well I
for one won't tell."
"So really
Robert,” Will asked at the bar, “how is my son actually doing?"
"Well,”
the Bursar said quietly, “you know we once thought he was cruising towards a
'gentleman's third'?"
"Yes,"
Will nodded.
"No
longer, this year Jack has buckled down and really applied himself. His
Supervisor of Studies knows he probably will get an Upper Second in the first
part of the tripos, and just maybe he might squeeze a first."
"Jack a
first Robert? Surely not?"
"He's
worked hard Will...and I have to say he's grown up an awful lot."
"Well
that's 'her' influence," Will smiled at Pepsi dancing with his son.
"I'd
rather guessed that," the Bursar smiled as well. "Despite the
generally held view that Land Economy is a subject for thickos, it's not, and
Jack has shown at last some of the application needed to use those brains of
his."
"Well I'm
glad, and I wish his mother and I could take credit, but really Pepsi is the
one checks on his grades, encourages him, threatens him..."
"I applaud
her," Robert stroked his chin, "you know like most people i used to
think Jack and David had been born the wrong way round, that David should have
been the heir, that he was the more mature...well I was wrong."
"So how is
David doing at Yale Mandy?"
"You know
David darling, if his grade is an A minus he frets that he's failing."
"Ever the
perfectionist," Edith shook her head.
"I never
worry about David the way I used to about Jack."
"David is
in so many ways perfect." Edith shook her head, "so does he still
have the same girlfriend?"
"Darling
he and Judy are as fixed as Jack and Nicola. By the way you know what Pepsi
said about the girl who is coxing, that's actually Judy's room mate."
"They
sound a tight group."
"Oh the
'Sinners' are very tight," Mandy smiled as she drawled, "even Simon's
girlfriend is an old school friend of Judy's."
"That's
pretty amazing...and what about Billy?"
"He's
pretty serious with Simon's girlfriends younger sister."
"Do they
ALL know each other?" Edith laughed aloud.
"Pretty
much darling."
As Pepsi made
her way into the ladies’ lounge, she was smiling – this was a place she could
fall easily in love with. The sense of
history that seemed to literally breath through the stones…
As she adjusted
herself and sat down, she could hear some of the other women talking amongst
themselves.
“Am I seeing
things, or is that Angel Fitzstuart dancing with Simon?”
“Yeah - her
family are here with Jack?”
“Millingham? I saw them – who is the girl he is dancing
with?”
“Apparently,
his girlfriend – an American student. I
asked Felicity about her, and she said her name was Nicola Broadhurst – she’s
one of the Sinners.”
“One of THAT
group? Wow – and that dress she’s
wearing, I bet it’s a designer one.”
“Why don’t you
ask her?”
“I couldn’t…”
“It is an
original,” Pepsi said as she came out and washed her hands. “Kylie Mitchell designed it for me.”
She smiled as
the girls looked at her, drying her hands before she walked out…
1.30 pm PT
Oakland Hills
“And what have you
been doing,” Mary said as she saw Alison looking at the laptop.
"I was
looking at pictures on-line of where Abigail's family comes from Mary,"
Alison looked at her sister.
"And?"
"It looks as though there are an awful lot of grape vines."
"Yeah the
Medoc is a very famous wine making area, and her grandmother runs one of the
major producers."
"Just like
the Napa valley?"
"Exactly."
Alison let out
a low whistle as she said "Abby will one day inherit all that?"
"I guess
so, when her Grandmother dies. She has a
cousin, Alain, so I imagine her aunt and he will get a share as well."
"Wow,"
Alison shook her head, “living there would be so cool."
"I guess,
but you know I still kinda like this old place," Mary smiled.
"Hey its home," Suzie said as she walked in and dropped the bag she
was carrying.
"Suzie, I
hope you didn't break anything?" Mary gave her a look.
"No,”
Suzie said as she rolled her eyes, “I got just what you put on the shopping
list Mary, and none of it's breakable."
"Good. So are you both sure we have got you enough
clothes for the vacation?"
"I hope
so," Suzie nodded.
"Well
unlike in Louisville we won't have the generosity of CS magazine and Mary
Thomas to dress you all to the nines."
"We know
Mary," her sisters said as she exchanged meaningful glances.
“What are you
lot talking about,” Vicki said as she wondered in from the kitchen.
“Holidays,”
Mary said as she looked at her watch, “and I need to get going. The boys will be home in a couple of hours –
think you can behave yourselves until then?”
“Yes Mary,” the
three girls said as she put her jacket on, grabbed her car keys and ran out.
“Right,” Vicky
said, “did you all read the e-mail from Katy?”
“Yeah – HOTS
meeting next Thursday night. What are
you going to tell her?”
“Not sure yet,”
Vicky said, “how did it go with Bobby last week Suzie?”
“He let me give
him a hand job – and he kissed my chest and played with it. So not at the same level as you two yet,
but…”
1.30 pm PT
Los Angeles
"So who
was that Maddie?" Emma asked from where she sat on the couch reading.
"It was
Liz Applebee,” Maddie said as she put the phone down, “she's at San Francisco
airport waiting for her flight back."
"So did
she get Mary to agree to those slight changes?"
"Yes, and
she also got another lesson in Clarke family economics."
"Meaning?"
"Mary was
fretting about what she currently is spending."
"Oh come
on..." Emma looked skywards.
"I know, I
do know," Maddie shook her head, 'but that's why I love Mary."
"You know
the script is really reading well now you know," Emma held up what she had
been reading, "we are all sure it's going to be a pretty fair
description."
"Well Rick
is a top screenwriter.'
"I know -
I'll have to tell him that when we see him in London."
"So are
you packed?" Maddie asked.
"Not
really, I'm barely taking anything, I'm going to spend a LOT of your money
darling getting myself new clothes in London," Emma smiled happily.
“Sounds fair to
me…”
Rodeo Drive
"Thank you
Sally, it's a fantastic present, but you really shouldn't have," David
shook his head as he and his girlfriend came out of the bookshop.
"David,”
Sally said with a smile, “it really wasn't that much..."
"But it’s
a first edition of The Great Gatsby," the young man looked concerned,
"are you sure you can afford it?"
"Well I
only paid part, Dad paid the rest, but my folks like you so much, and we all
wanted to give you a present."
"Well
thank you all," David shook his head, then kissed the girl in the huge
black spectacles lightly, "but I still think it’s far too much."
"David
Clarke you are incorrigible," Sally laughed, "and anyway you got me
an invite to THE social event of the year...Abigail de Ros's birthday
party...AND free flights to it, and accommodation provided"
"It's
still not like a first edition of Gatsby," David gently took it out of the
bag.
"You know
Trina is right, you'll always be so modest...And I love you for that."
"Well I
love you too Sally," David said before he gave her a longer kiss.
"Wow,” Sally said, “did my boyfriend just actually says he loves me?"
"Yes,"
David blushed, "was it wrong?"
"No, I'm
just teasing silly," Sally gave him a long hard kiss back. “Want to go somewhere?”
“Only if you
want to…”
“What do you
think,” Sally said as she hailed a cab, and took his hand.
10.30 pm BST
Kings College, Cambridge
"Jack,”
Will said as he sat next to his oldest son, “are you going to take Pepsi out on
the river tonight?"
"Well I've
booked a punt Dad. It is kind of the
done thing, after all."
"Alright,”
Will said, “well I'll take your Mother, Simon and Angel out...and see if I can
still remember how to do it."
"You stand
on the deck...and push Dad...remember PUSH!"
"Jack it’s
not that many years since I was an undergraduate.," Will laughed and shook
his head, "but I do remember saying just that to your grandfather on a
night just like this you know."
"I'll be
accompanying the second most beautiful woman here," Jack grinned happily.
"Oh and
who is the most beautiful?" Will raised an eyebrow.
"Mum of
course," Jack grinned.
"Alright
you got me there Will laughed again, "I'll be in huge trouble if I don't
agree with you on that."
“Then you had
better make sure you don’t,” Jack said as he smiled.
"Is that
John Heller over there dancing with the girl with the purple hair?" Angel
peeked myopically as she danced.
"It
is," Simon said as he shook his head, "why don't you wear your
glasses Angel?"
"Because
I'm vain..."
“I thought it
was a given with the sinners that glasses were a given?”
“Yeah, well…”
"And anyway,
how do you know him?"
"We
practically grew up together,” Angel said, “and I particularly know his brother
Luke, he's a photographer. Mummy
look," Angel nudged her Mother as she danced by, "look who that
is?"
"Who" Mandy peered and then smiled, "oh look Will,” she continued
as she pointed her husband in the right direction.
"Who...oh
John Heller, I forgot he'd broken family tradition and come to Cambridge. I
wonder if his parents..."
"That
looks like Clive and Martha right over the back there,” Mandy said with a
smile. “Will darling, collect Robert and
Edith, I'll grab a bottle of champagne and we go say hello."
"Alright
my love," Will said as he looked for the Bursar and his wife.
“Clive,
darling, look who is coming over,” Martha Heller said as she saw the group
making their way round the dance floor.
“Who –
Ordford,” Bishop Heller said as he stood up, “I should have realised you would
be here tonight.”
“Indeed – you
know Jack and Angel of course, as well as Simon, but I do not believe you have
met Nicola, Jack’s girlfriend.”
“We met in
passing in Munich, at the wedding,” Martha said with a smile, “your father is
an owner of the racehorse, and you’re normally called Pepsi, right?”
“That’s right
Your Ladyship,” Pepsi said as she gave a small curtsey.
“Oh come – we
are all friends tonight,” Clive said with a smile. “Please sit down – and we can share that
rather excellent bottle of champagne you have there.”
“Actually, I’m
glad you came over,” Martha said, "I have a mysterious present I was asked
to pass on to Jack Fitzstuart's date."
“You have?”
“I do,” Martha
Heller shook her head as she retrieved something. "Yvonne Leventhal gave
me these earlier today..."
"My Mother
did?" Simon looked bemused,
"We met
for lunch, but something has been puzzling me.
There is a note, but it is for a girl called Kimberley, not Pepsi or
Nicola."
"Dear
Goddess," Pepsi's jaw hung upon as she picked up carefully the 16 white
rose bouquet.
"So is it
from all of them, or just 'her'," Jack whispered.
"Just
'her' saying how proud she is of me," Pepsi used a tissue to wipe away
tears. "This is just so special she organized this."
"It
is," Jack smiled as he put his arms round the girls shoulder.
"Will someone
please explain?" Martha Heller looked from face to face.
“Sorry,” Pepsi
said as she wiped away a tear, “I was adopted as a baby, Your Ladyship…”
“Martha, dear.”
“Sorry –
Martha. My birth mother is someone I
believe you have met – Janice Carter, Katy Carter’s mother. She called me Kimberley before I was taken to
be adopted – she told me when I told her I knew.”
Clive and
Martha looked at Mandy, who smiled and said “it is an open secret amongst her
friends – but we need to keep it a secret for now.”
"But
forgive me Kimberly," the Bishop drew a huge smile with that from the
young girl, "but surely Janice Carter is far too young to be your true
Mother?"
"Clive it’s
not a pretty tale," Mandy looked downwards, "I think both Pepsi and
Jan would rather people didn't know…"
"No, she
said trustworthy people, and I think we can trust the bishop, then I should
tell," Pepsi fought a tear. "Yes Sir, under normal circumstances she
would be too young, when people noted our resemblance I thought we might be
just distant cousins," Pepsi's hand shook slightly, "but my Mother's
story is far darker than that, and it makes her the woman I admire most in all
the world."
"Oh?"
Martha tilted her head.
"My mom
was abducted and repeatedly gang raped by a gang of bikers over a 48 hour
period before she escaped only just with her life."
"Dear
God," the Bishop whispered as he gripped his wife's arm.
"She gave
birth to me days after her 14th birthday..."
"But that
means she was just 13 years old when they..." the Bursar’s wife
interrupted and spoke.
"Just so
Edith," Mandy embraced her. “That
is why it is kept quiet except amongst our friends. Not even Yvonne knows the full truth.”
"You poor, poor child, and even more that poor exceptional mother of
yours." Martha said as she put her arms round the young woman.
3 pm PT
San Francisco
"Are Joey
and her family going to Abs party?" Trina asked Mary as they sat in
makeup.
"I would
guess so,” Mary said, “but why ask me, she's your friend?"
"Yeah but
I know Joey and you talk online."
"Yeah we
do, she's nice...for a real life German Countess that is."
"Joey is
more Canadian then she ever will be German Mary."
"Well
anyway she's going to the party it will be one more face I actually know."
"Yeah I
guess that was one thing doing the New York deb thing, I do know quite a few of
Abby's friends."
6 pm
The de Ros Mansion
“Well, I’m
packed and ready to go,” Abby said quietly, “to the airport in a couple of
hours.”
“And you are
travelling as?”
"Cari,”
Abby said on the screen, “I'm going to try and get into Germany as anonymously
as possible."
"You think
you can Abs?" Carina sounded amused.
"Well if
no one at Lufthansa doesn't rat me out, or anyone on the flight recognise me,
I'm hoping they'll just assume I'm a rather gangly college girl on
vacation."
"Well
glasses on, and do something with your hair, then wear absolutely no makeup,
and I'm still not sure no one will know it’s you."
"I can but
try."
"All your
camera equipment packed?"
"Yes, I'm
just hoping the photos will be okay."
"Well both
Kelsey and Molly are frightened by the idea of having Abigail de Ros photograph
them." Carina laughed, "my revenge for them not telling me we were training
with Olympic gold medallists."
"Yeah Jo
told me they'd slipped that one past you."
"Well I
have a hard enough job steering the right course without worrying that I'm
embarrassing myself in front of women can do it for real."
"The girls
must have faith in you though."
"I guess. See you tomorrow…"
11.30 pm BST
Penny’s London Flat
"Penny
darling," Helen asked quietly as they snuggled under the sheets. "Is
the pain thing why you love horror movies so much?"
"Yes...I
guess so...they do certainly offer a certain safety valve."
"You can
watch them and it takes the edge off the desire to do things for real?"
"Yes,"
Penny nodded.
"So who
suggested it?"
"Kay
Winters - she was an original China Doll, just as I was."
"And it
works?"
"Well… Did you have any idea what lurks in me when
we first met darling?" Penny whispered as she tickled her lover.
"No, and
stop doing that," Helen giggled, "you just seemed to be Madame's
rather dull, almost colourless number two."
"And you
know I'd convinced myself that was really me."
Laughing, Helen
said "Didn't I hear you threw up skinning a deer?"
"Yes,"
Penny blushed. "Diana never stops reminding me of that, she couldn't
believe it was the same person who flayed Johnson alive."
"You and
everyone else who counts at least know different today," Helen smiled as
Penny's tickles turned to caresses.
Some time
later, they separated and lay on their backs, looking up at the ceiling.
"Why did
you turn to crime Penny?" Helen asked as they lay still, sweating, their
bodies satisfied.
"When I
realised that I was starving, and that if I asked for help the worst thing of
all would happen...I'd be sent back to my father."
"That
can't have been easy my love."
"No it
wasn't," Penny suddenly giggled, "do you know what the hardest thing
was?"
"No."
"Getting
his voice out of my head preaching 'thou shalt not steal'."
"But you
did?"
"Yes,"
Penny nodded, "the little money I'd been able to gather before I left soon
ran out. I was sleeping in alleyways, and sometimes these big crates they used
to leave outside Covent Garden."
"So what
was the first thing you ever stole?'
"A little
bottle of Lucozade because I remembered what the Tele ads said about it giving
you energy."
"And?"
"It helped, next day I nicked some cheese, after that more Lucozade, and
some bread. Didn't take me long to learn how shoplift little bits of
food."
Smiling, she
turned her head and said “but that is the past, and we seek the future. Good night my love…”
As Penny fell asleep,
Helen lay awake, unable to get the truth of Penny's early life out of her
brain. Her own life had been tainted by tragedy and revenge, but at least she
had known the real love of parents, and the comforts of a good home, even after
the Master had found her that night after she had killed Bruce's killers.
Penny had known
nothing of that, she had known abuse, violence, loneliness, poverty,
homelessness, hunger, fear...The list could stretch on forever of the things
Penny had endured.
Was it a wonder
there lurked a creature who if unleashed would try and inflict as much pain and
horror that Penny had felt and experienced?
That she had
somehow created the Penny that the world knew was nothing short of a miracle.
Penny was erudite, smart, well-dressed, motivated, loving, all the things that
would lead you to believe she had had a perfectly conventional upbringing. Not
that she clawed her way to adulthood via stealing, prostitution, and working in
a bondage dungeon.
"Poor,
darling, wonderful Penny," Helen stroked a hair from her lovers eyes as
she slept, "I love you just so very, very much."
Midnight
Kings College, Cambridge
“Where are you
taking me,” Pepsi said as Jack took her by the arm, and walked her to the
entrance to the marquee.
“I thought you
might like a little walk to the river,” he said with a smile as they stepped
out onto the grass, and she saw the lanterns along the river back, piercing the
darkness of the night sky. The grounds
sloped gently down to the river bank, and she could hear the sounds of water
gently lapping on the sides.
“This place
truly is amazing,” Pepsi said with a smile, “the girls are going to be so
jealous that they missed this.”
“Well, they’re
going to love this,” Jack said as he walked her down to the river’s edge, where
a number of punts were being manned by some men, each one with a lit lantern on
the front and back. “Go on – get in and
make yourself comfortable on the cushions.”
“Jack, how much
have you had to drink?”
“Enough, I
think,” Will said as he and Jack escorted Mandy and Angel down, and helped them
into two more of the punts, before the men took hold of long poles and gently
pushed their way into the river, Pepsi smiling as they moved along…
They were not
the only ones – as Pepsis eyes adjusted to the light, she saw there were quite
a few crafts moving up and down the river, others waving as they passed.
"Jack this
is magical," Pepsi smiled as she looked at the other punts round them on
the river. "Is this more tradition?"
"Yes,"
Jack smiled back. “I thought you would
prefer this to the other tradition?”
“And that is?”
“Jumping into
the Cam from one of the bridges at dawn.”
Pepsi stared at
him as she said “in this dress?”
“Precisely –
this made much more sense.”
"It
does… The one thing wrong is that you
are standing up there with your pole, and aren't..."
"Pepsi
darling,” Jack said with a raised eyebrow, “language please."
"I
know," the American girl giggled as she held her left hand up, the diamond
glittering in the dim light from the lanterns. "Did you see I'm wearing
it?"
"I did,”
Jack smiled, “and it looks just right on your finger."
"Well your
Mom said it would be alright for just one night, and both my Moms agreed when I
phoned them."
"It's just
annoying that we cannot tell everyone my love."
"I know,
but we did promise this is a secret till I'm eighteen."
"Yes,"
Jack looked down at the beautiful young woman reclining.
Friday 17th June
5.30 am BST
Briggens House Hotel
"Emerald
should already be in the air?" Jeannie glanced at her watch as her mother slipped
the ankle boots on her lifeless feet.
"She should,” Barbara said, “so let’s get you into this chair and we can
hustle along the roads out to Stansted and hopefully hit no early morning
traffic."
"Do you
know what time Pepsi got in last night Mum?"
"To be
honest,” she said as Jeannie slipped on her jacket, I'm not sure she's back
yet."
"Dirty
stop-out," Jeannie giggled, "I bet she had a fantastic time."
"I'd
assume so," Barbara smiled as she checked out how both she and her
daughter looked. "alright let's just hope no photographer at the airport
is up this early looking for supermodels..."
"Top girls
Mum," Jeannie giggled, "one day you'll get it right."
"I
know."
"Alright,"
Jeannie started wheeling herself, "wagons roll."
As they crossed
the lobby, Barbara said “once we’re back, some breakfast, and then Caroline and
I head into Selfridges with you, Doc and Nikki.”
“While the
others head into the…”
They both
stopped as they looked at the minibus which was parked outside, and the message
that has been spray painted onto the side.
“Who the hell
did that,” Barbara said as she looked over.
“I can give you
two names - the cowards,” Jeannie said quietly.
“You go and tell the front desk Mum – then we’ll get going…”
7 am BST
Stansted Airport
“I thought
Heathrow was bad at this time in the morning,” Barbara said as she stood on the
land side of the Arrivals gates, “but I never knew it would be so busy here…”
“Well, at least
nobody seems to have noticed us,” Jeannie said as she looked at the sliding
doors, and smiled as a red-haired young teenager came through. “Hey Emerald – welcome to my old stomping
grounds.”
“Good to be
here,” Orion O’Ryan said as she hugged Jeannie.
The Irish model was wearing an old sweatshirt and jeans, and smiled as
she looked round. “So, where from here?”
“Back to the
hotel for breakfast,” Barbara said, “and then you’ll go to the school with
Grace and some of the others.”
“Doc, Nikki and
I have to head into London, but we’ll be back in the afternoon – but with any
luck, Pepsi will be back as well.”
“Oh – and where
has the future Marchioness of Ordford been?”
“A Ball…”
8 am BST
Briggens House Hotel
“Is that fresh
coffee?”
“Good morning
Barbara,” Grace said as she looked up from the breakfast table, “how was your
early morning drive?”
“I found what
we were looking for,” Barbara said with a smile as Orion came in with Jeannie.
“Hey everyone,”
she said as she looked round, “is that a cooked breakfast I smell?”
“It certainly
is,” Grace said as she greeted the young Irish model with a kiss on the cheek,
“sit and have some of it, we’ll get some coffee for you.”
“Great – I’m
running on adrenaline and coffee for most of today,” Orion said as she saw the
other girls come in.
“Well, now I
know we’re in for a fun weekend,” Doc said with a smile as she hugged the new
arrival, “Jeannie bring you up to speed on what’s happening?”
“Enough –
thanks for being my body double Nikki.
So what have you lot been up to while I have been studying?”
“Studying – and
watching some tennis,” Ama said as she poured herself some coffee.
“Ah, there you
are Orion,” Rose said as she came in, “your aunt called me in the hotel last
night. I’m to keep a close eye on you
today.”
“Oh deep joy,”
Orion said as she shook her head, “and?”
“Wouldn’t be
the first time I ignored a request…”
Orion grinned
as Pepsi and Ama sat with Caroline.
“Sarah told me
last night – the plan is you come over, play her team here and a team at
Roedean, and then go to the school at Lausanne to play there.”
“In one
week? Some trip – and all while the new
Freshmen come in?”
“Indeed – but
that is the only time that works for all the schools…”
"Orion,”
Barbara said as the young redhead cut into a sausage, “did you bring your
school uniform?"
"I did
Aunt Barb,” she said as she looked over the table, “but are you sure I need
to...."
"Orion you
are going to get noticed anyway, but at least in uniform you'll not stand out
quite as much."
"Alright,"
the Irish girl pretended to pout. "So
what will they have me wearing?"
"You'll
see," Nikki said as she ate her All-Bran, “the girl designing them has fit
them reasonably well on me, but she'll enjoy having you to finish them
on."
"Orion do
the nuns allow you to wear makeup at school?" Grace asked.
"No Palomino...sorry
I mean Mrs Brand."
"Well at
Downwood we let girls wear a little."
"I'll show
you how much in a bit Em," Jeannie winked.
As she looked to the door, she said “and what time do you call this to
come back?”
“In time to
change,” Pepsi said with a grin as she stood in her dress, “we’ve already eaten
before we headed off. Hey Orion – I see
you made it over.”
“Yeah – and how
was your ball?”
“Dreamy,” Pepsi
said with a smile as she walked off, the girls looking at each other and
giggling as she carried the roses in her arms.
“How was it
really,” Harriet asked Mandy as she and Will sat down.
“Truly a
magical evening, darling,” Mandy drawled as she poured some coffee, “the roses
were from Simon Leventhal’s mother.”
“Really? That was nice of her…”
“Right then,”
Caroline said, “time you girls got ready.
Jeannie, you help Orion – we have a car coming to pick five of us up at
ten, and the other go to the school before that.”
9.30 am CET
Munich International Airport
Abby stretched
and yawned as she waited by the luggage belt, and then smiled as she picked up
her case and put it on the trolley. She
already had her camera bag hanging over the handles, and once the case was on
she placed the bag carefully on the top.
It had been a
good flight, and the stewards on the plane had taken exceptionally good care of
her, so she had no cause for complaint.
The only question now was whether or not there was a gauntlet for her to
run once she had cleared customs.
“Well –
showtime,” she whispered to herself as she adjusted her jacket, covering her
Angels hoodie. She looked like a typical
backpacking teenager – jeans, ankle boots, glasses and her blonde hair pulled
back. Smiling, she started to push the
trolley through the Customs check, and then into the welcoming area.
As she looked
round, nobody was paying her any attention – until she heard a young voice say
“Auntie Abby!”
“Hey there,”
she said as she saw Judith running over, and picked her up in her arms, “are
you enjoying your vacation, Judith?”
“Yes – I’ve
been widing horses, and Mommy has been wowing on the wiver.”
“I have at
that,” Carina said as she and Juliette came over. “How was the flight Stick?”
“I coped – and
they took good care of me,” Abby said as she greeted both of them. “So how do we get to the townhouse?”
“The car’s
outside,” Carina said as Juliette took the trolley, and Abby took Judith’s
hand, “come along…”
9.30 am BST
Downwood School
A number of the
students were arriving for their exams as the minibus drew up, and Harriet and
Sarah got out, followed by Caroline and the girls in their red jackets – and
one other.
"Is that
really her?" one of the boys asked as the tall redhead in the green school
uniform looked round.
"It
is," another boy gulped, "that I'd live to see Orion O'Ryan at
Downwood."
"Well I don't see anything special," a girl said a trifle jealously,
"in that uniform she looks rather ordinary."
"Kelly you
need your eyes examining," the first boy sighed, "she's a goddess in
human form."
“Welcome to the
school,” Ama said as she looked at Orion, “Jeannie may have talked it up a
bit.”
Virginia Hooper
smiled as the party made their way in.
“Welcome,
welcome all of you – and you must be Orion.
It’s a great honour for us that you would agree to walk tomorrow.”
“It’s my
pleasure,” Orion said in her light accent, “so, show me what we have…”
10 am BST
Lancaster Gate
"Where's
the boss Hannah?" Peri asked as she looked into the side office.
"She had a
couple of appointments at Xavier's,” Hannah said as she looked over from her
desk, “she'll be here in time for lunch."
"Alright
this will have to keep till then."
"What
will?"
"Some
things Frankfurt need her to check, some purchases authorisations, usual
stuff." Peri scanned her notes.
"So
nothing urgent urgent."
"Nah as I
said, it can wait till after lunch."
"Coffee
girls," Betty called out as she brought a tray in.
“Thanks Betty,”
Peri said, “hey – can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,
Peri.”
“This referendum
thing – where do you stand on it?”
“Well,” the
housekeeper said, “if truth be told, I voted back then to join the EEC as it
was then – but the EU is not that organization, and we never really got the
chance to say yes or no to the changes.
It was left to the Westminster lot – and we were abroad at the time, so
it never really crossed our minds.”
“But now?”
“My business,
young one – you make up your own mind.”
10.30 am BST
Xavier International
“I must say,”
Agnes said as she and Shirley walked into her top floor office, “I am
impressed. Very impressed indeed. You’ve done well to build this public face.”
“Well, when I
decided to do this two years ago, I knew I had to have the right public face –
after all, Shirley Xavier had stayed in the background for many years,” she
said with a smile. "There is
someone I'd like you to meet Agnes."
"Oh
whom," the economist looked round.
"This
lady," Shirley smiled again as Angela ushered in a very tall blonde haired
woman in a knee length dress and fitted jacket. "Dr Agnes McAdam, meet the
Marchesa Francesca di Cambrello."
"It's an
honour," Agnes said as she stood and they shook hands.
"Well it's
lovely to meet you Dr McAdam," Francesca looked puzzled for a second
before she said “Forgive me, but…”.
"I know, I
don't look like I'm supposed to," Agnes laughed, "but when I'm off
duty I like to relax, and these shoes," she indicated," are so much
more comfortable then very high stilettos.”
"Agreed. Forgive my ill manners."
"Please
sit down both of you," Shirley indicated..."Coffee? Tea Agnes?"
"Please
Madame."
"I'll take
that fine coffee of yours Shirley," Francesca said as she adjusted her
dress.
"If you
would, Angela?"
"Yes Madame," the PA said as she slipped out of the office.
"So you
are the notorious Lady D'eath?" Francesca asked as she tried to evaluate
the other woman.
"For my
sins," Agnes smiled as Angela brought in the drinks. “So, you are little Charlotte’s mother?”
“I see you read
the papers.”
“Some of the –
clients I have, it pays to be au fait with current affairs,” Agnes said with a
smile as she sipped her tea.
"Agnes can
be totally trusted with any secret Francesca."
"So her
reputation says,” Francesca said, “and is that a hint Shirley?"
"Yes,”
Shirley nodded, “you know her other identity, I'd like to tell her yours
please?"
"Well I
suppose so, as you say her reputation as a keeper of secrets is universally
known."
"The
Marchesa has a secret?"
"She does
Agnes. Did you ever hear of 'Il Pesce Diavolo'?"
"Of
course...oh...It is indeed an honour then Marchesa."
"Francesca
is not quite the woman she has had the world believe for a number of
years."
“You mean the
Idiot Admiral? I had wondered from time
to time,” Agnes said with a smile. “I
had seen your name recently in connection to the work of the Baroness
Manschenn.”
“Indeed,”
Francesca said, “Sigi has been good enough to take me on as a partner in her
law consultancy firm.”
“Well, things
change,” Agnes said with a smile. “I
know of your work - some of my clients can be so indiscrete…”
"Did I
hear that Madame has Francesca and Agnes McAdam in with her Lily?"
"She has
Penny...” Lily said as she stood at the coffee machine, “and isn't that an
interesting trio to have in the same room."
"Yes,"
Penny knitted her brows, "I wonder what they are talking about?"
"Or
who?" Lily replied.
"As you
say Lil...Who?"
"Let's be
honest no one really cares about these street kids, and the hard core
runaways," Agnes paused. "As long as they don't mess the nice views
up for the tourists in the West End begging, people lump them all together as
incorrigible, lazy, shiftless, druggies, who are worthless pieces of barely
human shit."
"That's
harsh Agnes."
"But it’s
true Shirley, just as it is all over the world."
"It's
certainly so in Naples," Francesca nodded.
"You know
I'd have quit the dungeon business after I had to fire Penny if it wasn't for
the fact I need money to help reach and support at least some of the
kids."
"Are their
backgrounds usually similar Agnes?"
"Yes,"
the dominatrix nodded, "they are the victims of physical abuse, sexual
abuse, all the other nasty things society prefers to forget. But mainly they
are just the plain unloved who have never known true affection at any time. I
can only help a tiny proportion, but for all that's ever been said about Lady
D'eath, no one can ever say I turned away a child in need without doing
something to try and help."
"You
should start a proper charity Agnes," Francesca said quietly.
"Oh no,"
Agnes shook her head, "If I was a proper charity the kids would stay away,
they are afraid of anything that even remotely smells like the authorities. As
I said these are the hard core kids, those who will always runaway again if
sent back to where they came from."
"Why do
they come to London?"
"Because
they have the idea that this is a city still paved with gold. They come here
hoping to get a better life, and most never ever even sniff it. What with
drugs, booze, predators of all kinds, many of those kids never survive to get
out of their teens. The councils find the bodies and quietly bury them, it's
one less piece of crap for them to worry about."
"You sound
bitter Agnes."
"Damn
right I am Marchesa."
“Then we must
do what we can to support you,” Shirley said quietly, “and I would ask you to
help as well Francesca.”
Noon CET
The Furstenheim Townhouse, Munich
"This is
nice," Abby said as she stretched out on the chair, "plenty of room
even for women as tall as us Aunt Ju..."
"Yeah rub
it in why don't you," Cari laughed.
"Well runt
or not, your career is a success Cari," Abby grinned. "Which reminds
me I have the new edition of Paper for you in my bag with that spread you did
for them."
"Is it any
good?' Cari asked.
"Since when
does Antonio Bell ever take a bad picture?"
"That is
true," Carina smiled.
"On a
different tack,” Abby said as she handed Cari the magazine, “what is this I
hear about Janine?"
"Oh yes,
somehow the press over here has cottoned on to the relationship between her and
Henri." Juliette laughed softly.
"How is
she taking the attention?"
"Not very
well," Carina said as she cuddled Judith, "she's never had to deal
with paparazzi before."
"I'll tell
her she's joined the club then," Abigail giggled.
“Forgive the
interruption, Princess Carina,” Frau Strecher said as she stood at the door,
“but you asked to be informed when your friends returned.”
“Oh yeah – time
to meet your subjects Abs,” Carina said as she put Judith down, and waited for
Abby to stand up and follow her to the kitchen.
“Hey you two,”
she said as she saw them at the table, “mid-morning snack?”
“Funny Specs,
real funny…”
"So Abs
meet Molly and Kelsey, and this is what they do best." Carina laughed at
the eating rowers.
"Well they
need all the energy." Abby smiled, "I'm Abigail," she continued
as she extended a hand.
"Nice to
meet you," the girls took it in turn to shake.
"And you
don't know how hard they've been rehearsing this so as not to appear
overawed," Carina laughed.
"Well… It’s not every day you meet Abigail de Ros
the super supermodel."
"Kelsey
this summer I'm not the model I'm just another student working on a college
project, so PLEASE just call me Abby..."
"Or she
will answer to Stick as well," Carina laughed again.
"Just how
tall are you Abby?" Kelsey asked.
"Oh close
to six feet two."
"Well we
are both just over six feet, it’s amazing to be looking upwards at another
woman."
"Did you
ever consider rowing?"
"With
muscles like these?" Abigail flexed her arm.
"I guess
not," Molly shook her head.
1 pm BST
Downwood School
"Hey Em,”
Doc said as Orion came into the room they were using, “want some coffee?"
"Please
BS," the Irish girl said as she sat down.
"So
opinions?"
"I've worn
things by so-called top designers that were a lot worse."
"And a lot
worse made," Rose sat down with her tea, "Ella understands how to
construct a garment pretty well."
"Well all
these budding designers are saying only the nicest things about you Aunt
Rose."
"They are?
Despite me sometimes tearing their things apart?"
"Rose you
are only trying to help them be better," Grace joined the chat. "Kids
appreciate being told what they are doing wrong...and more importantly how to
do it better."
"Be gone
with ya." Rose blushed.
"On a
different subject Jeans, it looks like the weather will be wonderful for the
school fete tomorrow."
"Yeah I
heard on the radio. It's strange enough coming here, but my old primary school
it's going to be even weirder."
"Since
when you were there you could walk Jeannie?" Orion asked.
"That's
part of it," Jeannie nodded.
“And… Well, I’ll worry about that
tomorrow.”
“So how was
Selfridges?”
“Busy – but
fun,” Nikki said with a smile.
1.30 pm BST
Xavier International
As Penny came
into the lobby, she stopped short as she saw four women sitting in the leather
armchairs, three wearing summer dresses while the other wore a jumper and smart
trousers.
One of them, a
tall blonde, saw her and stood up, the others following her example.
"Bobbie,
Kay, Jane, Sue, what the hell are you all doing here?" Penny hissed as she
came over.
"We were
summoned by Madame." Kay kissed her old friend as they hugged.
"We
thought you might know why Penny?" Jane asked.
"Not a
clue," Penny shook her head. “This
is a surprise to me as well.”
"So are
you keeping busy?" Sue asked.
"Tolerably. The job keeps me entertained."
"And how
are things with Helen?"
"Brilliant,”
Penny said with a smile as the lift doors opened, “I'll try and arrange for you
all to meet her."
"Ladies if
you'll follow me," Angela called over.
"Coming,"
"Was that
who I think it was?" Lily asked Penny as she came from where she had been
watching.
"It was,
Madame wanted to see them, things get curiouser and curiouser," Penny bit
her lip trying to work out what was going on.
“May I say, it
is a great honour to be invited here today Madame,” Bobbie said as she sipped
her coffee.
“You’re welcome
– I know Kay of course, but I do not think I have met the rest of you
before. Allow me to complement you on
your careers.”
“Thank you –
but why have you called us all here today?”
"Kay,”
Shirley said quietly as she put her cup down, “I wish to ask a question that no
woman in our profession should ask, but I'm trying to understand Penelope
rather better than I seem to have in the past."
"Ah you've
seen the hidden Penny?" Kay said as she lifted an eyebrow.
"Indeed –
on several occasions. I had no idea such
a dangerous and violent woman lurked inside her...I take it you did?"
Looking at Jane
and Sue, Kay waited until they nodded before she said "Yes Madame."
"She told
me that it was you who dreamed up the silence as a control mechanism on
her."
"I
did," Kay nodded.
"Please
Kay,” Shirley said quietly, “as her friend can you tell me about those early
times for the Dolls?...PLEASE?"
For a second
Kay hesitated, but when Madame X asked you such a question and with clear
concern in her tone, then truth was the only option.
"Well Madame I think it started like this... Penny wanted to start to hit bigger targets,
and we had become friends at the time.
Sue and I were working girls, but knew Penny through other girls – and
the fact she was even then known to work for Lady D’Eath. She asked if we wanted to earn some money –
and that she had an idea of how to do it.
“We started, as
you know, with post offices and the like – we wore balaclavas and boiler suits
then, and padded our chests to look like men.
Then she said she had another idea – to use recorded messages and
written instructions instead."
"What was
your cover back then girls?"
"Oh people
thought we were just three young girls sharing a suburban semi."
"Perfectly
normal looking."
"Yes,” Sue
said, “we would leave in the morning and come home at night, I think everyone
just assumed we commuted into town."
"Well
Penny was," Kay noted, "she was still doing regular shifts at Lady
D'eath's place."
"And the two of you?" Shirley asked.
“Still working
girls then,” Kay said, “although as time went on, I quit and went to work as an
admin assistant.”
“I quit at the
same time,” Sue said, “I got a job with Margot Harmon at her offices – and she
had some strict standards as well.”
Shirley looked
at the tall brunette, and nodded. “So it
became a night job for a while?”
“That’s what
they told me when I replaced Penny,” Jane said.
The redhead smiled as she adjusted her top, whole Bobbie looked round.
“And how did
you join the group,” Shirley asked as she looked at the teenager?
“Honestly – a
friend and I tried to rob a house, not knowing Kay and the Dolls were already
there. They tracked us down, gave us the
fright of our lives – and then she asked if I wanted to join them.”
"Now if I
remember you first came to my attention with that Supermarket / Security Van
job." Madame remarked.
"We got
over ambitious that day," Kay nodded.
"You
grabbed the manager’s kid?"
"We did – took her home and then took her mother hostage as well. We did a Dirty Mary Crazy Larry that time –
forced Mummy dearest to call her husband and tell him to hand over the money."
"Reminds
me of some people I know in America," Madame mused.
"Well we
didn't have their balls so to speak...'
"Penny did
though," Kay shook her head, "she was quite prepared to use a
gun."
"So I've
heard," Shirley played with her glasses. "So tell me just what went
wrong?"
"I nearly
let the manager see my face as I grabbed the cash."
"Careless."
Shirley lifted an eyebrow.
"I know,
but that convinced me that smaller targets were going to be more our thing."
"And what
did Penny think of that?"
"She
agreed, but it was pretty clear, at least to me, that she had got her jollies
tying up and terrorising that mother and daughter. I knew she was beginning to blur the lines
between her roles."
"Kay who
was doing the job planning?"
"Well I guess at first I was, but then Penny sort of took over," Kay
paused. "the calm-rational Penny had a clear eye for an opportunity, but I
have to admit the 'other Penny' frightened the hell out of me."
"Penny when she let the real 'her' out,” Sue said, “was both sadistic and
dangerous, she really liked hurting people.”
"Did she ever tell you that was why Agnes fired her?"
"At a
later date," Kay nodded, "she said she had nearly killed a
punter."
“Going back Kay
you said you were both working girls?”
“Yes, like
Penny had been,” Kay blushed.
“Brothels or on
the street?”
“Both,” Sue
nodded. “I was a runaway like Penny. I
was just a stupid kid looking for an easy way to make money.”
“Were you one
of Agnes D’eath’s children Sue?”
“No Madame, I
used to sleep rough down near the National Theatre, you know in the subways.”
“Cardboard
City.”
“Exactly
Madame.”
“Without me
being too rude how old were you both when you started?”
“I was
thirteen,” Sue looked at Kay.
“I started late
compared to her and Penny…I was sixteen.”
“And I thought
that I’d had it rough in Paris,” Madame thought to herself.
"So were
you both already stealing by the time you met Penny?"
"On the
streets you learn to quick," Sue spoke, "shoplifting, a little
breaking and entering, I even mugged a couple of girls...I was lucky i never
got caught."
"I'd
rolled a few punters, but I hadn't really done more than that." Kay
replied as well.
"So
neither of you ran with a gang?"
"No,"
Sue shook her head.
"I asked
because I know a few former White Vipers?"
"From out
Tottenham way?" Kay asked.
"Yes."
"I've
heard of them but no I never knew any gangs."
"Yes she's
Miss Posh don't you know?” Sue laughed, "from Surbiton."
"And you
Sue?"
"Northampton."
“I’m local,”
Bobbie said as she looked at Jane. The
brunette teenager rubbed her head as she said “I was a bit of a rough piece of
work at school – nothing serious, not drugs or anything, just some break-ins
with my mate. Then we did a steam
through on that one house – and that night they came calling on me.”
“And what about
you Jane?”
“Actually, I’m
a bit like Kay – I come from Reading, and worked on the legit side for Margot –
at first. I knew there was a shadier
side, and slowly moved over to that side, and then Sue and Kay took me out to
Chinatown one night, and – the rest you know.”
Looking at Kay, Shirley said "Not many girls from Surbiton end up on the
game?"
"I know
Madame,” Kay said with a smile, “believe it or not I used to go home on
the late train every night, my parents thought I had a job in an office
that opened and closed late."
"Did they ever find out?"
"Yeah
after a year and then they threw me out, we haven't spoken since...I was an
idiot like I said, if I hadn't been greedy for cash...Oh well water under the
bridge," Kay sighed.
"She was
lucky...she had a home, My Mum dumped me on Social Services and i was in and
out of foster homes till I ran away that last time."
"I'm sorry
Sue...and what of your mother?"
"She found
a bad fix, cut with rat poison," Sue shrugged her shoulders, "By that
time I'd forgotten what she even looked like."
"So how
did you all meet?"
"Sue and I
were both on staff at the Eight-Oh," Kay answered.
"Penny was
alternating working at Lady D'eath's and working odd bits at Madame
Oliver's."
"Two very
famous brothels...that I forced closed," Madame smiled.
"That was
after our time," Sue replied, "and yeah I understand why, they were
both exploiting young girls something rotten."
"Not that
we knew that at the time, we were both grateful for the regular income,"
Kay continued, "even if it was only 33% of what the house was
charging."
"We used
to relax after work at the old Ming Dragon."
"In
Wardour Street Sue?"
"Yes,” the
young woman said, “then one night when we’re having a meal, Penny came in with
a couple of girls we'd worked with, and we got to chatting with her."
"She had had
a few too many and told us about her little 'sideline'. I guess Sue and I
listened because over the next few days we talked about it..."
"And then
we ran into Penny again at the Cockspur and we started asking her serious
questions."
"I think
we both thought Penny was a bit insane at first," Sue shook her head.
"Of course we soon found out that she was a lot insane."
"She
already was then Kay?"
"Yes,” Kay
said quietly, “she wanted revenge on the world. and she wanted to hurt
people..."
"Really
badly." Sue interrupted. "But getting back to Penny's idea, I think
we both thought there was no way we could wave shooters around, threaten
people..."
"And pull
armed robberies," Kay interrupted back, "but the more we
talked..."
"The more
we thought..."
"The more
we realised what the life expectancy was on a teenage whore..."
"And that
we'd probably end up doing hard stuff one day..."
"And
really is there anything more pathetic than an old tart still trying to pull
punters?"
"So we
decided we'd try one job," Sue smiled.
"Penny
knew someone who knew someone, who knew someone, and she got the guns. I
knew a nice little sub post office near Hampton Court."
"And after
binding our chests..."
"And a few
stiff drinks we did it." Kay shook her head. "I'm still not sure how
I had the bottle."
"Some more
coffees Angela," Shirley said as she nodded and pressed a button on her
intercom.
"Yes
Madame."
"Before we
continue Madame, can I ask if you know who the three women who have been
pimping us in New York are?" asked Bobbie.
"Actually
I do,” Shirley said, “and I know they are sorry that they've had to resort to
doing so a couple of times. Be assured,
on both occasions they replicated your approach completely."
"Well they
say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," Sue smiled.
"Do we
actually maybe know them in any way?" Bobbie asked as Pamela brought the
fresh drinks in.
"Oh they
do have a certain notoriety in their own right," Madame smiled and laughed
softly.
"In a
feline way?" Kay laughed.
"Now you
know just as I'd never reveal who you are, then I owe them the same
consideration."
"We
understand Madame," Bobbie sipped her coffee.
“So,” Shirley said,
“you established yourselves, but how did the idea for the China Dolls come
round, and how did you manage to get Penny to do what you did?”
“Ah, yes,” Kay
said with a smile. “Well, we did a few
jobs, and then one night we were round at Penny’s flat at the time. We’d been discussing a job which would
involve hitting the family of a jewel merchant’s, and decided to take a break
by watching a film she had just bought.”
“Knowing
Penny’s taste in entertainment, I shudder to think,” Shirley said quietly.
“It was Ringu,”
Sue said, “and as we watched the big reveal, I joked about what would happen if
we stayed quiet during the raid.”
“Penny laughed
at the idea,” Kay said, “but I realised there was some merit to the idea,
knowing just how sacred I was watching that film. I picked up the research Penny had done, and
saw that in addition to the business interests of the man, he had a collection
of Porcelain dolls.
“So I said ‘why
don’t we do this as a silent robbery?’
In the supermarket job and others, we’d used recorded messages and
pieces of paper, so it seemed to be the next logical step.”
“I remember
Penny sitting there, staring at Kay,” Sue said, “and then she simple said ‘but
how can I have my fun? I need to be able
to give expression to what I am doing…”
“What followed
is not repeatable,” Sue said, “but I could see Kay getting more and more upset
– and then she grabbed Penny and handgagged her. Penny’s eyes shot open and she shut up – and
that was when Kay said we were going to do this, we were going to do it her
way, and she was going to make sure Penny kept damn quiet.”
Nodding,
Shirley said “and this jeweller?”
“Lived in
Nottingham – I found out he and his wife were going away, leaving their teenage
daughter at home, so we decided to hit in the first weekend of Nottingham. We went and bought grey bodysuits in a
theatre supply shop, as well as gloves and ankle boots, and also bought these
white doll masks. I remember sitting in
the van outside the house in the Mapperley area, and tearing off the strip of
micropore tape before I pressed it over Penny’s lips.
“We went in –
the daughter was there, with a friend, and they were dressed to go to the big
fair they have in Nottingham that weekend.
Penny had taught us how to do a lotus tie, so we bound their arms, then
their legs, and gagged them – as well as a friend who turned up.”
“And Penny?”
“I was watching
her as she bound the girls – we could not see her eyes, but somehow the fact
she was not able to speak was helping her to subdue, cope with the other side
of her.”
“What helped,”
Sue said quietly, “was that the way we acted – always silent, using hand
gestures alongside the guns we carried, scared the three girls so much we had
completely compliant hostages. So we
stole the jewels in the house, and I left a message I had typed up to thank
them for their cooperation before we walked back to the van in the dark.
“When we were
in, we pulled the hoods down, removed the masks and I peeled the tape away from
Penny’s mouth,” Kay said, “and we watched to see what she would do.”
“So what did
she do?”
“She laughed,”
Sue said, “she laughed more than she had done for some time, and said it had
been a brilliant idea. Somehow, we had
stumbled on a way of doing robberies that worked for us.”
Shaking her
head, Shirley smiled as she said “so that was when she really began to subsume
the other her?”
“For a while –
but then we had the attempt to rob a home business, and the security guard who
surprised us had his own firearm. It’s
the only time we had to use our guns as the Dolls – Penny wounded him, but not
before he shot her in the arm. She went
wild, kicking him as he lay there, before Sue and I managed to drag her off.
“After that
job, we went to one of the doctors Penny knew to get her treated – and she
swore she was never going to let that person out again. She also looked at us, and said it was time
for her to retire from the field, and we’d need to find a new member.”
“Which is when
Sue approached me,” Jane said. “The
first time I joined them was when we kidnapped that journalist – remember, we
forced her to help rob her editor?”
“Oh yeah,” Kay
said, “that was a fun night, and we knew then how we were going to be working
from then on.”
“And, if I may
ask, how do you keep silent now?”
“Practice,” Kay
said with a smile. “At any rate, Penny
soon joined your organization, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
Nodding,
Shirley said “Well, that does answer a few questions…”
“May I ask,”
Kay said, “what brought the other Penny back?”
“I think it was
a combination of things,” Shirley said, “she never really went away, but was
buried. Then we helped take down that
slaver ring in New York, something stirred again in her. There is, however, one major difference between
now and then – Helen. She found a
kindred spirit – did you know she actually flew to where Helen lives in Hong
Kong recently when events threatened to tear them apart?”
“Wow,” Sue
said, “we really do have to meet this woman.”
“I am sure
Penny will arrange that,” Shirley said with a smile. “Well, thank you for sharing that – perhaps I
can repay the favour by inviting you to tour our premises? I’m sure Penny would be happy to oblige…”
2 pm BST
Lancaster Gate
“Sorry I am
late,” Francesca said as she came in to find Peri and Hannah talking.
"So how
did things go at Aldwych Francesca," Peri asked as she looked up from her
desk.
"Fine,”
Francesca said as she poured a coffee, “Shirley and I had a productive meeting,
and then she introduced me to an old acquaintance of hers."
"Anyone
important?" Hannah asked.
"Only if
you think so when I tell you she got a large amount of money out of me."
"She
did?" Peri looked surprised.
"Yes,"
Francesca smiled, "but not in a bad way. This friend of Shirley's runs a
sort of support group and school for runaway children. We both agreed to make a
substantial donation to help her."
"Oh you
met Agnes," Peri took a turn to smile.
"And how
do you know that Peri?"
"I'm one
of her graduates you might say."
"Ah,”
Francesca said, “that would explain a couple of things she said."
"You were
a runaway Peri?" Hannah asked.
"Yeah - my
Mom's new boyfriend was trying to molest me, so it was goodbye to Stevenage,
hello to the West End. Agnes found me dumpster diving in Soho and took me
in."
"That's
horrible Peri."
"Well it
could have been worse,” Peri said as she stepped back, “it was Agnes who eventually
got me to go to college and study business studies, and well from that I
eventually got to Xavier's...and now I'm here."
"Thank
God," Francesca hugged her PA, "I ought to have written Agnes a
larger cheque then."
3 pm CET
The Furstenheim Townhouse
“Hmmm… Okay,” Abby said as she stood at a table and
looked at the screen, while Judith watched Molly and Kelsey finish their
workout, “I’ve downloaded some of my photos that I just took. Come and have a look.”
"These
aren't bad Abs," Carina nodded approval as she looked at the screen.
"Yeah,”
Abby said with a smile, “for an impromptu shoot I'm quite pleased with the
results."
"I like the one of Molly especially on the machine,” Carina said, “and you
can see the beads of sweat, and that set to her lips."
"Can I
look," Judith asked as she tugged on her mother’s trousers.
"Let me
show you little one," Molly said as she lifted her up. "Is that
really what I look like when I'm doing that."
"The
camera doesn't lie," Abby said contentedly.
"That is
weally good," Judith pronounced her opinion.
"I think
we all agree," Kelsey wiped her face with a towel.
"Now you
are just being kind," Abby blushed.
“I think we made a good start – but the fun comes when we get out on the
water. For today, however, I’m content…”
10 am
Columbia University, 116th
Street and Broadway
As Jo took her
seat in the lecture room, she looked at her boyfriend and asked a question that
had bothered her since he had called the night before.
"Curt,”
she said as she looked at him in his jacket, slacks and shirt, “you know I love
you, but can you explain why I'm using a rare Friday morning that I have off
from other things to go listen to a lecture?"
"Well
because I want to hear this crackpots theories in person,” Clint said as she
started to count off on his fingers, “also that as a budding criminologist
yourself I thought you might get a laugh from it as well, but mainly with you modelling
we get far too little time actually together,'" he leaned over and kissed Jo.
"Alright, that last thing I can agree with."
"I thought
you might."
"So what
is this guy’s ‘crackpot theory’ as you put it?"
"Oh it’s a
dilly," Curt rolled his eyes, "he actually believes there is a
genetic problem that predisposes some women to become serial killers."
"Well I've
heard worse," Joanne shook her head.
"Yes, but
this lunatic believes that it is hereditary, and just like hemophilia can crop
up in people with a common ancestress...Did you ever hear anything so
stupid?" Curt laughed.
"No,"
Jo gave a nervous laugh as well. "What's his evidence?"
"Oh
basically that because the Blood Prinicess, Hildegard of Furstenheim, and the
Beast of Belsen, Birgitte von Furstenheim were related, if centuries apart,
then he thinks that it proves a connection, especially as both descended from
Elizabeth Bathory...Did you ever hear such rubbish?"
"No,"
Jo was fighting hard to decide what she should do or say. “I wonder how on earth he is going to back up
that conclusion?”
“Exactly –
should be fun,” Curt said as he looked round, “I wonder who else is coming?”
Jo nodded as
she looked back. "That's Gale
Callaghan," Jo thought to herself, recognizing the woman in the back row
despite her blonde wig and her large sunglasses. "Is there anyone else
here I know?"
Slowly and
discreetly Jo scanned the small audience looking for familiar faces.
"Well I
can scratch both Cari and Natalya, they are both in Germany," Jo tried to
penetrate any disguises with her eyes, and then saw one person she recognized.
"Now what
are you doing here big sister?" Jo smiled when she recognized a heavily
disguised Heather sitting in a corner, "I thought you said you were
spending the day researching at the Public Library? And – that’s Sharon Kennedy. Why would she be here?"
He thoughts
were interrupted as a man stood at the front and said “Ladies and Gentlemen –
your speaker for today, Doctor David Pardoe of the University of Manchester.”
She joined in
the polite applause as the grey haired man came forward and said “thank you –
and thank you for coming to hear my presentation of today. The notion of a serial killer, a person who
takes a life again and again for whatever reason, is difficult enough to
comprehend at times, and history has presented a few. Many theories have been postulated as to what
drives people to do this – but a recent research cooperation, in tandem with
the disgraced film make Edwin Breitz, has led me to believe there is more to
one theory than first postulated.
Namely, is evil something that is inherited, is it genetic?”
“Today I will
present the findings that lead me to one possible line of inquiry to prove that
– and to do that, we need to go back to Elizabeth Bathory, and in particular
one of her most infamous descendants – Princess Hildegard of Furstenheim, the
Blood Princess.”
As the doctor
gave the background, Jo glanced over to see Heather, Gale and Sharon all taking
notes. “What the hell is going on,” she
said as she stated to pay attention.
“It was thought
Elizabeth died childless – but there are legends that say this is not the case,
and she had sons and daughters. Let me
show you a few pictures," Pardoe pressed a clicker and the face of a
Victorian era woman appeared on the screen.
"Lucy
Ward-Miller, by day London debutante, by night I contend the female Jack the
Ripper."
"Varvara
Kelnakinova," the picture of a late 18th century woman appeared, “some
called her 'the demon of St Petersburg’, we know before she was discreetly
strangled on the Emperor Paul's instructions she had killed at least nineteen
people."
"Marian
Aschenburg… Black Betty Gaunt… Lise von
Hatshausen,"he flipped through pictures, "all proven or suspected
mass killers, and I contend related as descendants of Bathory via Hildegard of
Furstenheim. And, of course, we know of
one confirmed descendant who was a sadistic serial killer – the Beast of
Belsen, Birgitte von Furstenheim."
He pressed the
clicker again, and showed a picture of the Nazi war criminal. “Recent evidence has suggested she was more
than just a sadistic killer, but the facts of her wartime atrocities cannot be
denied – and she was a blood descendant.
In that case, and if it can be proven there were others, then…”
4.30 pm
Xavier International
“Well, I guess
that’s it – the centre of my work life now,” Penny said as she stood in the
reception area with her friends. "Listen
- do you girls have anything planned for tomorrow?"
"We might have?' Jane replied suspiciously. “Why do you ask?”
"Okay I don't want to know, but if it’s in the evening do you want to
spend the day at my cottage meeting Helen?
She flew in yesterday."
"That sounds
fun, and yes I think we can fit that in." Kay smiled.
"Good. Kay knows how to get to my place – down the
M3 and off at Fleet."
“Pen…”
“Yeah?”
“We had a long
talk with Madame," Sue whispered, "I thought you had buried
'her'."
"I did too, but in a crisis out she popped," Penny shrugged her
shoulders.
"And?"
"I think I
had to at least acknowledge her existence, I found out suppressing her was as
psychologically damaging as letting her lose."
"And is
the...compulsion...still as strong."
"It is Sue,"
Penny paused and closed her eyes, "but I think that if I remain self aware
I can at least channel what's inside me."
"Not let
her be in control all the time."
"No
Bobbie,” Penny said with a smile. “It's
funny - Agnes said yesterday she'd love to see me dom someone again, but as I
told her, I do that I'm just going to end up killing some poor masochist."
“And you know
this because…”
“Let’s just say
when she has appeared, it’s not nice,” Penny said quietly. “Right – I’ll see you all tomorrow at lunchtime. Enjoy your evening.”
As she turned
and walked to the lift, Sue said “What do you think Kay?”
“Oh she’s
certainly in control – and she knows not to put herself in a position by choice
where she would lose control. We can
only pray she never gets forced into a corner and she loses it then…”
11 am
Nessa Richmond’s apartment
“Thank you,”
Glenda Verducci said as she accepted the coffee cup, and she looked over at
Nessa, wearing a white silk jumper and designer pants.
“So how are
things in Chicago,” Nessa said as she sipped her coffee.
“I cannot
complain,” Glenda said, “Todd did well this year, and business is good. You?”
“Well, life is
– interesting, but all I always wanted it to be.”
Glenda smiled –
a sad smile – and said "Nessa I've heard of the dreadful things your
parents did to you.”
“That is in the
past…”
"Still…
I'm so glad that you finally are just what you want to do...and a hit record
yet!"
"Thank you
Glenda," Nessa blushed, "I must admit that for the first time since
that awful party I am actually enjoying my life."
"Good,"
Glenda smiled. "Would it shock you
though to know another secret about your parents?"
"You know
a family secret Glenda?" Nessa found herself leaning forward.
"Yes,"
Glenda let a couple of tears come as she put her cup down, "I swore to
myself, and to Rusty I would never tell anyone else this, but I think it’s
important that you know, since in many ways you turned out to be the true
victim."
"How?"
Nessa asked in a hesitating tone.
"You know
you ended up having to run the Richmond Trust?"
"Yes."
"You know
why?"
"Of course
I do - because my brother chose to enter the priesthood."
"You know why
he chose the priesthood?"
"I know
the reasons he tells the world,” Nessa said quietly, “but I also suspect you
choosing Rusty over him was the main reason."
"I've
always thought so," Glenda let a couple of tears come again.
"So
Glenda?"
"What I'm
about to say never passed my lips, and I'll deny ever saying it if I hear it
back Vanessa."
"Alright,
so what's so important?"
"Your
father paid me to reject Alex and to chose Rusty..."
"HE DID
WHAT!" Nessa screamed as she stood up, and then sat back down again.
"He and
your Mother came to see me one Saturday in my senior year while the football
team were playing away, and your father made various offers and threats to
induce me to not go with Alex, even though I was deeply in love with him by
that time."
"Father
did what?" Nessa tried to regain some of her cool.
"He
threatened to get my father fired from his job, he also said he could ensure
Rusty was never going to be able to play in the NFL, and you know how important
that was to Rusty?"
"I do," Nessa nodded, this was sounding just like her father's style.
"If I said
yes, then the mortgage on my parents place would suddenly be paid off, there'd
be college scholarships for my brothers and sisters, and a large cash amount
for me... And I'm not making that up
Nessa, it’s the honest truth, your parents despite the fact I was a pageant
queen refused to let your brother marry what they considered a 'mid-western
nobody'." Glenda started crying truly hard.
"Glen, I
know you aren't lying," Nessa put her arms round the other woman, "it
really is just what my folks would do. I
know what they were capable of, after all…"
There was a
knock on the door as the maid came in.
“My apologies
Miss Richmond, you have another visitor.”
“Please, show
them in Mary.”
"Mr. Luke
Heller Madame," the maid announced.
"Luke,"
Nessa stood up and allowed him to kiss her on both cheeks, "and to what do
I owe this pleasure?"
"Jack has
me playing errand boy," Luke smiled as he waved a thin portfolio,
"the proofs for the Ness and the Monsters CD covers and notes."
"Well
thank you," Nessa smiled, "by the way have you met an old friend of
mine?...this is Glenda Verducci from Chicago."
"I think
I've met your grandson Mrs Verducci," Luke said as he kissed her on the
cheek, "Todd isn't it?"
"That's
him," Glenda nodded. “Where did you
meet him?”
“At a club
earlier this year,” Luke said with a smile.
"Well I really must be going..."
"Oh I'm
sure you have time for a cup of tea Luke, I never met an Englishman who
didn't."
"Well I am
a little parched," Luke looked at his watch, "so alright."
"Good,"
Nessa chuckled as he sat down, and accepted a cup.
"So Mr
Heller,” Glenda said, “what do you do?"
"I'm Jack
Linklater's assistant..."
"He's
being modest Glen,” Nessa said with a smile.
“Luke is becoming a very well-known photographer in his own right, he
shot the last St. Angela's calendar."
"The one
where the models almost look like they've been drawn rather than photographed
Mr Heller?"
"Yes,"
Luke blushed, "and please call me Luke."
"Well I'm
Glenda, and I was very, very impressed.."
"And she
knows what she is talking about, Glenda back in our day was a pageant queen and
model, she even got a couple of Vogue covers."
"I think
she still has the looks to be a model Nessa, just as I've said before you
do."
"Mr
Heller...I mean Luke, thank you for the compliment, but I'm in my seventies."
"Well
Carmen Dell'Orefice is in her eighties and I could have sworn it’s her that
Jack is photographing for Vanity Fair today."
"Ah but
Carmen is an exception," Vanessa smiled.
"Maybe,
but I would really love to photograph both of you."
"We will
think about it Luke," Nessa smiled again as she saw the doubt in Glenda's
eyes.
"Are you
both free tomorrow?"
“That soon?”
“He who
hesitates is lost – shall we say here at ten?”
2 pm
The Richmond Mansion
Heather looked
up as Jo came into the kitchen. “Nice
lunch with Clint?”
“Yeah,” Jo said
as she slipped her jacket off. "Enjoy
the lecture Big Sis?"
"What
lecture?"
"Heather
you can't bluff me,” Jo said as she sat down, “you don't even think that I
can't spot my own sister even if you are disguised?"
"Alright...but
why were you there?"
"Curt
wanted to hear him speak, he thinks he's a crackpot."
"While we
of course know better?"
"Exactly,
but how could I tell him that I know that?"
"You can't
Jo, so just keep your mouth shut."
"I was planning
to. Is that coffee fresh?"
“Yeah,” Heather
said as she poured a cup for her sister.
"I'm going to speak to Carina later, tell her and Valeria the bad
news."
"Might be
wise," Jo nodded, "now tell me what both Gale Callaghan and Sharon
were doing there?"
"Honestly?
Being living proof that he's correct in his theory."
"OH! so
they are both also..."
"Yes."
"Interesting...Hmmm do you know any other descendants of Hildegard?"
Heather merely
raised an eyebrow…
7.30 pm BST
Penny’s flat
"So your
friends my love...do they have their own partners?" Helen asked as they
loaded the car.
"Last I
heard Kay was seeing this bloke who works on the Stock Exchange.” Penny put her bag in the boot and thought for
a moment. “Sue was married briefly
before the cunt she married somehow found out she'd been a pro. It'll take a
really special guy to ever get inside her defences ever again. Bobbie flits
from boy to boy, and well Jane is like us."
"Does she
have a regular girlfriend?"
"Not this
year,” Penny said as she closed the boot, “she had a big domination breakup
with a girl called Lyndsey round Christmas time."
"There's
wasn't a partnership of equals like ours?"
"No, Jane
pretty much wants to be boss in her relationships," Penny opened the car
door. "Alright darling the joys of the M3 await us."
“You make it
sound like a pleasure cruise.”
“Engaging
sarcasm mode,” Penny said as they both got in, and she drove off.
“Penny?”
“Hmm?”
“Was it as bad
for you as it sounded when you were talking to Agnes last night?”
Penny turned
onto the main road, and said “yeah – remember, I was barely thirteen, run away
from home, and I knew if I was caught or turned into the authorities I would be
sent straight home to a beating – or worse.
So I survived as best I could – shoplifting, petty theft, then I went on
the game.”
“But were you
truly alone?”
“At first,”
Penny said quietly, “but I made a few close acquaintances – we’d watch out for
each other – and then Agnes found me and took me into her school. She found me a place to sleep, to at least be
off the streets.” Wiping away a tear,
she continued “in many ways she was the parent I never really had.”
“I can
understand that – in a way,” Helen said quietly, “I always give thanks that I
had time with my mother and father efore they were taken from me.”
“Can I
ask… When your father died…”
“I was at
school in Hong Kong,” Helen said as she looked out of the window. “My father went back to his bank’s offices
there when my mother died, and took me with him. We had a happy six months, and my heart was a
lot less heavy – and then he found details of a criminal group laundering funds
through the bank.
“One evening, I
was working in my room when I heard my father arguing with someone. I sneaked down and saw three men – I
recognised them as colleagues from his office – who were surrounding him – and
then they each produced a knife and…”
Penny looked
over as Helen fell silent for a moment.
“I waited until they left, and then called the police – but before I did
that, I used my father’s computer to get their names and home addresses. The police came, and I was taken to a care
home – but I sneaked out, went home, ducked under the police tape, and took a
knife from the kitchen.
“The next forty
eight hours were when I found my calling – one by one, I tracked them
down. One by one, I waited for them to
be alone, and one by one I slit their throats, watching them bleed out. When I was done, I wiped the knife clean, and
returned it home, then went back to the home.
“Two days
later, I was at my father’s grave, watching his coffin as it was lowered in,
friends and colleagues with me. One of
them stood next to me, and put his hand on my shoulder as I watched. He waited with me as the others left, and
then he said quietly ‘Is honour satisfied?’
“I nodded as he
said ‘your father said if anything happened to him, I was to take you in and be
your father. I do not think he
anticipated he would meet his end as he did – and I am certain he would not
wish to know the part you played in attaining the correct retribution.’
“I turned and
looked into the face of the Honoured Father, as he said ‘Come – let me teach
you.’”
Penny looked at
her lover and said “he knew?”
“Many years
later, he told me he had someone following and watching – so he knew, and he
was still ready to take me, damaged and hurting as I was.” Looking at Penny, she said “I think Agnes
was the same for you – that tentpole you needed. The one thing she could not deal with was the
anger.”
Nodding, Penny
said “Yeah – that’s how the real me developed.
I know she scares me – does she scare you?”
“Not really –
after all, we have a yardstick.”
“Cari?”
“Cari,” Helen
laughed as they drove along the motorway.
“Look – my
friends are coming tomorrow. Sunday –
will you come with me to visit my father?
I think you need to see how he is now.”
“I would be
honoured…”
9 pm BST
Briggens House Hotel
"That was
a long afternoon and evening of fittings," Jeannie yawned as they sat in
the lounge.
"Tell me
about it," Nikki stretched, "and also remind me never to eat
‘English’ Chinese takeout again, that was horrible."
"Well I enjoyed it," Grace said as she took off her jacket.
"Me
too," Rose smiled.
"Yes but
you are all British anyway..."
"Hey less
of the British,” Rose laughed, "I'm Irish and don't forget it."
"As am
I," Orion said as she took her school jacket off, "and yeah I didn't
think it was too bad.”
"You know
I despair sometimes of you all," Nikki complained, "right Doc?"
"Hey leave
me out of this," Anna laughed. “It
may not be the same as what we have at home, but it filled us up.”
"So
darlings,” Mandy said quietly, “a fete tomorrow, then last minute preps?"
"Yes,"
Jeannie nodded, "and rehearsals to get my old schoolmates into the way we
walk etc."
"Well your
friend Parminder doesn't have a bad walk Jeans." Doc noted.
"Yeah
she's not bad at all. but Cath, Liz and Ashley all need to work on it some more."
Jeannie smiled again.
"So
darling have you written your little speech for tomorrow?" asked Barb.
"Have I
had time?" Jeans grinned, "I'll work on it in bed. When I get there…”
“Well, an early
night for everyone,” Caroline said as she looked at her phone. “We’ll all be thankful for it in the
morning.”
Saturday 18th June
6 am CET
The Furstenheim Townhouse, Munich
“Stick… Up and at them, Stick…”
Abby slowly
opened her eyes as she looked at Carina, standing by her head in the early
light, and then at the clock, groaning as she did so.
"Is there
really such an hour as Six O'Clock in the morning," Abby muttered as she looked
through her myopic eyes, trying to focus on Carina.
"There is
Abs darling, and if you want to photograph us training you'll have to get used
to this." Carina smiled, "and besides just think of all the time
you've spent getting up at this hour to go to shoots."
"Well I
usually have Mama waking me with Turkish coffee," Abigail said as she fumbled
on the bedside table to find her glasses.
"And I
have just said item here in my hand?" Carina smiled as Abigail put on her
glasses, and brought her into focus.
"Thanks,"
Abby said as she took the cup, and took a grateful sip, "so do we eat
first?"
"Sort
of… We grab breakfast sandwiches to keep
us going on the way to the aquatic centre."
"Fast food
breakfasts? Dear Artemis what have I let myself in for?"
"At least
I gave you the gentle wakeup, Kelsey and Moll were just wanting to grab the bed
and tip you out."
"OY
VEY" Abby rolled her eyes as she finished her coffee.
“We leave in
ten minutes – time for the quick change Top Girl…”
7.30 am CET
Munich – Regattastrecke Oberschleißheim
As Abby loaded
her bags into the second boat, she watched Carina, Kelsey and Molly making
their preparations.
"All right
Kelsey?" Carina asked as she got comfortable in her cox’s position.
"Good to
go Specs." Kelsey locked in her oar as she sat in the bow seat.
"All right
Molly?"
"Ready to
go Specs," Molly smiled as she looked up from the stern seat.
"Okay
ladies, gentle strokes and let’s get away from the dock without hitting
anything this time."
"SHEESH!"
the girls laughed "will we ever hear the end of that?"
"From
me...No," Cari laughed as she fixed her microphone, "my biggest fear
happened, and it wasn't the novice coxes fault, it was the two experienced
rowers who cocked up."
"Yeah,
yeah, yeah Specs," Molly laughed.
"Alright
ladies, extend the strokes please and let’s feel what the wind is doing and
what the current is as well." Cari realized that she had learned enough to
be all business now on the water. "Stretch those muscles girls, long full
strokes please.” Cari glanced at her
note board with the accompanying devices and watches so she could time and
measure the workouts.
"What are
they doing?" Abigail asked Gerhard Schreiber who was acting as the girls
unofficial coach and in whose boat Abby was going to spend the session.
"The
Princess has them going through their warm-up routine," the veteran coach
spoke English with a guttural accent.
"And then
what will they do?"
"Some
thousand metre pieces trying to maintain a steady stroke rate, and we will time
those."
"Alright
how close will we be?"
"About 40
metres away."
"Okay I
better start with this lens," Abby was also suddenly all business as she
prepared to take pictures.
7 am BST
Briggens House Hotel
"Now come
on ladies, everyone up and getting ready, we have a big day ahead of us,"
Harriet said as she came into the breakfast room, playing Sergeant-Major to the
group.
"Uggh do
you have to remind me? I'm still only just getting over Thursday nights
ball," Pepsi yawned.
"And I
spent half the night ralphing up that rotten Chinese food," Nikki
complained.
"Well I've
already been for a walk outside," Ama grinned as she came in, "it's
going to be a beautiful day. I think it will be really magical."
"Well it
might be if I can get my little speech right," Jeannie shook her head as
she came in, "Doc can you look at my notes and tell me if I'm on the right
track please?"
"Sure
Jeans" Anna said as she started looking at the couple pieces of paper.
"Well for starters you say that before you say that..."
"I'm sorry
to impose Doc."
"Hey, not
a problem. Best to get this right…"
"I have a
question Mrs Brand?”
“And that question
is Em?”
“This afternoon
- are we dressing as just ordinary girls or are we expected to put on a bit of
a show like BS?" Orion asked.
"Interesting
question?" Grace considered, "what do you think Barbara?"
"I say
leave it up to each individual girl. Orion, ask yourself - do you want to spend
a couple of hours signing autographs?"
"Not
really,” the Irish model said, “but if it helps make money for the school, I
guess I could."
"Same
question to you Caroline, and to you Mandy?"
"No,”
Caroline said, “I'd rather just be able to relax and enjoy a school fete, been
years since I went to one...What about you Mandy?"
"I do a
lot of these at home darling, I'd rather just go incognito for once.”
"Alright
well then the best policy looks for you to all make your own choice,” Grace
smiled, "Just remember it's going to be a lovely day out there."
“Right – day
off then,” Orion said with a smile.
11 am BST
Briggens House Hotel
“Well, I see I
have to set the standards for style,” Jeannie said as she sat in her chair, the
skirt of her light blue dress covering her upper legs.
“And you are
complaining because,” Doc said as she checked herself in her mirror.
"Alright,”
Grace said, “pony tails or hair hanging loose girls, little or no makeup, and
your real glasses or sunglasses."
"We get
the idea Grace darling,” Mandy drawled, “it's not like any of us, other than
maybe Nikki, hasn't had to dodge fans before."
"And flats or sneakers..."
"We
know," Caroline laughed, "I only really wear heels for work
anyway."
"I love
that brunette wig Face," Orion smiled as she did up her jeans, "you
become a whole different person when you wear it."
“So long as Ama
can find you,” Pepsi said as she and Ama walked in. “Boy, am I glad we do not have to jump
through these hoops.”
“Really? Have you seen the Daily Mail today, Peps?”
“What are you
talking about,” Pepsi said as she grabbed the paper and looked on the inside
pages. “Oh shit…”
“Let me look,”
Mandy said as she took the paper.
“Cambridge balls… Bright young
things… Lord… Ah.”
“Problem?”
“John, Viscount
Millingham, pictured with Miss Nicola Broadhurst, a student from New York… At least they do to have a picture of your
left hand, darling.”
“Thank heaven
for small mercies,” Pepsi said quietly.
“Right, pass me the make up remover…”
“So what will
you be doing while the others avoid being recognised, Ama,” Harriet asked she
sat with Sarah and the young girl.
“I shall see
what the fete has to offer – and perhaps talk to some of the other guests. I understand dame Margaret will be there as
well.”
11.30 am BST
Fleet
“Oh wow – Penny
did well with this place,” Kay said as she drove the grey panel van up the driveway
to the front of the house.
“You’re not
kidding,” Sue said as she looked out, while Kay brought the van to a stop. They both got out of the front of the van,
Kay in a cornflower blue dress with matching heels, and Sue in a grey jumper
and slacks. As she stretched her arms,
the side of the van opened, allowing Jane and Bobbie to come out. Jane was wearing a yellow sundress with
sandals, and Bobbie an open necked blouse with leather trousers.
“Cor – how much
does she make as Madame’s PA,” she said as she looked at the large house.
“Enough,” Kay
said as the door opened and Penny came out, with a thin, brown haired
woman. Penny was wearing a black round
necked jersey dress, and the brown haired woman a cream coloured blouse and
pants.
“Welcome to my
country pad,” she said as she walked over, “girls, this is Helen York. Helen, meet Kay, Sue, Jane and Bobbie.”
“It’s a great
pleasure to meet you all,” Helen said as she hugged them in turn, Bobbie
gasping at the strength of the embrace.
“Penny has told me a lot about you, but I’m sure not everything.”
“I’d be amazed
if she had,” Kay said, “but it’s a real pleasure to meet the girl who has
stolen her heart.”
“You really
grew up around here, Pen?”
“Yeah Sue – I
lived round here before I ran away to London,” Penny said quietly. “I had to come back here – face other demons,
as it were. Anyway – come on
through. Dinner will be ready shortly,
and I’ve got a table and seats set up in the back garden.”
“Back garden,
she says,” Kay whispered as they went out of the kitchen, “it puts mine to
shame.”
“Sit down – the
drinks are cold, and the shade nice,” Penny said as they sat down.
“So Penny says
you live and work in Hong Kong Helen?”
“Yes, I do,”
Helen said with a smile, “I am the personal assistant to Miss Catherine Lu, the
director of the Hong Kong branch of Huntingdowns.”
“So how did you
meet Penny?”
“Helen is a bit
more than Cathy Lu’s PA,” Penny said with a smile, “she’s better known as an
enforcer – Silent Death.”
“Silent what,”
Bobbie said – and then she saw the expression on the faces of the other three
Dolls. “Oh crap,” she whispered, “when
you mean Death, you mean…”
“Best not to
ask,” Helen said with a smile.
“Must have been
tough, deciding to come back here,” Sue said.
“Easily one of
the scariest things I have ever done,” Penny said as she sat down.
"Do you
know what the most frightening thing was that we ever did Helen?" Kay
asked as they sat round the outside table under the sunshade.
"Well
given that you are all professional criminals,” Helen said, “then I would think
some rather daring robbery."
"Helen you
aren't even close," Sue laughed, "yeah we were scared doing those,
but I bet you ask Penny the thing that scared her most she'll say..."
"Oh no you
aren't telling Helen THAT?" Penny said as she opened a fresh bottle of
wine.
"Hey you
aren't the only one it embarrasses," Jane laughed, "It's all three of
you."
"And I'll
never get tired of hearing this," Bobbie joined the laughter.
"All
right," Penny looked skyward "tell the story if you must Kay."
"Has Penny
ever told you,” Kay said, “that in our relatively early days as a gang, that
she, Sue, and I shared a semi out in Hendon."
"No that I
didn't know."
"It was
one of the oddest things ever, we'd leave the house in the morning looking like
any typical office worker going into Central London, and we'd come home late at
night looking the same." Kay started to giggle.
"What our
neighbours didn't know was that we weren't going to work in an office, but in
brothels instead."
"So you
were all prostitutes Sue?"
"Yes we
were Helen,” Sue said, “and you don't know how much I hate THAT word."
"Well we'd
being in residence about three months," Penny added a detail.
"When
these girls living over the road who we nodded to in the street came and
knocked on our door one Saturday afternoon," Kay jumped in.
"They said
they never saw us going out, and that even if we were Lesbians why did we never
go down the local pub or something? They wanted to know why..."
"How do
you explain that you work in a whorehouse?" Sue interrupted Penny.
"Well
anyway to cut a long story short," Kay started to laugh again.
"We
explained that no we weren't gay, and Helen darling at the time I thought I was
still straight, but that with the hours we worked we just never got time to go
out." Penny continued.
"Well that
left the girls over the road shaking their heads, and they said they would fit
us up with dates for the next Saturday night," Sue started to laugh.
"And did
they?" Helen asked.
"Oh yeah… They left a message on the door on Tuesday
that they'd found three guys, and that we, the guys, them and their boyfriends
would be going out on Saturday night." Penny shook her head, "as the
girls said it was the scariest moment of my life."
"But
why?" Helen looked perplexed.
"Because
despite the fact we had all had sex with hundreds of men..."
"And the
odd woman," Sue interrupted.
"Yes the
odd woman as well," Kay smiled, "none of us had ever been out on a
date in our lives."
"Oh come on
- you must have?"
"No we
hadn't Helen darling," Penny shook her head sadly.
"You see
street kids Helen they don't have love relationships, it’s really just like
brothers and sisters." Sue started to look serious as well.
"I've told
you about my 'brother', Penny spoke softly.
"Anyway
here we were we'd been set up with blind dates and we didn't have the first
clue," Kay looked heavenwards, "Dear God we had no idea what a girl
wore on a date, my folks had never let me date you see."
"We had no
idea what you did in the way of makeup, what kind of shoes you wore, would we
have to pay for the men?" Penny shook her head.
"We really
were that ignorant of the ways of the so-called straight world Helen, and it literally
terrified all three of us." Sue
looked solemn, "we all knew what you wore to go pick up punters in
Piccadilly on a Saturday night."
"We were
all used to wearing huge amounts of makeup when we were working," Kay
spoke again.
"But what
went on in this world, we were scared shitless with worry about." Penny
shook her head.
“So how did you
work it out,” Helen said, “or did you?"
"We did
Helen," Penny smiled again, "I asked Agnes, and after she stopped
laughing, she said she'd give us some lessons on Thursday after work.
"Clothes,
hair, makeup, she took us through all the things 'normal girls' learn from
their Mothers." Sue shook her head, "she didn't believe that we knew
so little."
"We hit
Brent Cross on Saturday morning and bought the sort of things Lady D'eath had
suggested," Kay went on, “then we spent hours getting ready..."
"Stripping
off makeup because it was overdone and too sexy."
"As Sue
said trying to do our makeup, trying to practice what Agnes said couples on
dates talked about," Penny looked up at the sky.
"They
really did have no clue," Jane spoke for the first time in a long while.
"Well
Seven that night found us, our knees shaking..."
"Every
bone in our bodies screaming stay at home, stay in your own world," Kay
again shook her head.
"But with
a little Dutch courage we eventually headed round the corner to the local
boozer," Sue wrung her hands at the memory.
"Gave
ourselves one last check," Penny continued.
"And then
pushed the door open," Kay finished. "It was so different to what we
were so used to pubs and clubs that girls on the game used. No pimps, no
obvious drug dealers, no girls talking in working girl trade language."
"But it
was nice," Penny smiled again, “we didn't look out of place, the girls
called us over..."
"And then
Penny made a blunder," Sue laughed. “This big muscular guy who was her
date asked her what he should call her, Penny or Penelope and Penny
replied..."
"It
doesn't matter what you call me...just call me often." Penny giggled at
the memory.
"Whoops!"
Helen laughed.
"Hey he
was the handsomest man I'd ever seen." Penny laughed, "and
embarrassing or not we had a great time, and we even let the guys give us one
little kiss as they saw us home."
"Oh that’s
lovely," Helen smiled broadly.
"But do
you understand why it was the scariest thing we ever did?"
"Yes I do
my love," Helen kissed Penny.
“Lunch will be
ready – let me bring it out…”
11.30 AM BST
Abbotsweld Primary School
A small crowd
was already roaming around the various stands and games on the school playing
fields and playground, the teachers manning the area as people came through the
gates, passing the large banner as they walked under.
ABBOTSWELD
SCHOOL FETE – SATURDAY 18TH JUNE 2017 11 AM – 3 PM
TO BE
OFFICIALLY OPENED BY JEANNIE BREWSTER AT NOON
“I have to
admit, it does appear to be popular,” Barbara said as she and Jeannie were
driven round to the front entrance of the school, and the car stopped. As the driver got out, and Barbara got the
wheelchair from the boot, she smiled at the grey haired woman who was walking
out of the school entrance.
“Barbara – it
has been a long time,” she said as she walked over.
“Mrs Brodie –
it has been a long time,” she said as they shook hands, while the driver lifted
Jeannie into the chair. “Jeannie – we
are so glad you agreed to come and do this for us.”
“It’s my
pleasure, Mrs Brodie,” Jeannie said with a smile as she put her purse on her
lap. “So who will be joining us in the
opening group?”
“Dame Margaret
Harker is here – regretfully, with some Central Office staff – but I am sure
she will ignore them as she tends to do normally,” the headmistress said with a
smile as they made their way in, Jeannie stopping in the entrance hall and
looking round.
“Brings back
some memories?”
“In many ways,”
Jeannie said as they made their way into the main hall.
“There you are,
lass,” Maggie Harker said, her smile beaming as she walked over. “How has your trip been so far?”
“Busy and
intriguing in equal measures,” Jeannie said as Margaret leaned over to kiss
her, and then kissed Barbara. She looked
at the two people with her, a man in a dark suit, blue shirt and dark tie, and
a woman in a black blazer and skirt and a white blouse. “Minders?”
“Conservative
Central Office support staff,” Margaret whispered, “I told them this was not a
political event, but they are so sensitive about what all of us do in the
run-up to this referendum…
“Never mind
them though – where are the rest of your group?”
“Slipping in,
hopefully incognito,” Barbara said, “they did not want to be the people they
are today, just normal visitors…”
“There you go,”
the woman behind the desk said as she took the five pound note from the
brunette, and looked at the two teenagers with her, both wearing hoodies and
jeans, one dark skinned, the other with blonde hair, and both wearing
sunglasses. “Your program is also a
raffle ticket for the holiday voucher.”
“Many thanks,”
Caroline said as she walked onto the playground, Pepsi and Ama following her
in. “Looks a lot like the clubs fair at
St Angela’s, with all the stalls.”
“Well, wander
round, have some fun,” Caroline said as she saw Grace walk up with Nikki and
Doc, “we’ll meet up at the refreshments tent at about one.”
“Thank you,”
Grace said as she took the programs, and handed them to the two teenagers, as
Orion walked to the table with Harriet and Sarah.
“Miss
Nightingale, Mrs Craig,” the girl at the desk said, “you’ve come to see
Jeannie?”
“I have – and
my niece wanted to come as well,” she said as she looked at the red headed
teenager, wearing glasses, a jumper and jeans, and ankle boots. The girl looked at her, Rose in her cardigan
and dress standing behind them with Becca, as Sarah said “not a word, all
right?”
“Sure – come on
in,” she said as they paid their entrance fee, and went into the fete.
“What is the
point of this game,” Ama said as she and Pepsi stood by the footballs.
“Beat the
Goalie,” the young teacher said. “One
pound for three attempts to beat our keeper.”
“I see,” Pepsi
said as she watched a nine year old boy try to score, and the eleven year old
boy easily saving the shots. “One pound
for three balls?”
“Indeed – want
to have a go?”
“I do not
know,” Ama said quietly, “it hardly seems fair…”
“Don’t worry,”
the young lad said with a smirk, “I’ll go easy on you?”
Ama and Pepsi
looked at each other, before they each paid a pound and looked at the goal.
“Would you care
to go first, Pepsi?”
“No – you go
first,” Ama said, standing back as Pepsi looked at the ball, looked at the goal
– and then sent the ball sailing into the top corner. The goalkeeper looked at her, as she scooped
the ball out, dived in the same direction on the second shot – and then saw the
ball travel into the other corner.
“Wow,” one of
the younger kids watching said as she set up the third ball, sent it flying –
and the young boy managed to catch it.
“Not bad,” Ama
said with a smile, “my turn I think.”
The crowd was
growing as she picked up the ball, and played keepie-up for a few kicks, before
she powered the ball past the keeper in the bottom left corner. The crowd applauded as she took the second
ball, smiled at the keeper – and sent it flying into the top right hand corner
of the goal.
“We’re even so
far,” Pepsi said quietly as Ama put the ball down, and looked at the
keeper. He looked over at her, their
eyes meeting, and Ama smiled – a dangerous smile, as she stepped back, took two
steps – and sent the ball through his legs.
“That was nice,”
she said as Pepsi looked at her, “would any of you wish to have our prizes?”
“A cosmetics
sale?”
“Not quite,”
the young man said to Doc as she and Nikki looked at the goods, “pick a ticket
from the tombola, if it matches one of the ones on the goods you win that
package.”
Nikki looked at
the Magnilash packages, as well as the New You cosmetics, and said “I think
we’ll pass on this one.”
“Oh I’ll have a
go,” Harriet said as she came over, the two girls shaking their heads.
“Well, this
still looks much the same as the times I visited it as the head of Downwood,”
Grace said as she passed some of the games stalls.
“Much the same
as the schools I went to,” Orion said as she looked at a stall selling little
knitted and stuffed bears, “May I buy this one please?”
She paid for
the little bear dressed as a leprechaun, and smiled as she put it in her
shoulder bag. “So,” she said, “when do…”
“Good
afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.”
“Now, I
suspect,” Grace said as she saw a crowd forming round a small stage, Mrs Brodie
standing at the microphone as Barbara and Maggie stood behind Jeannie.
“I first want
to thank you all for coming here today,” the headmistress said, “and supporting
our school fete. It is an amazing
privilege and pleasure for me to welcome our special guest, Dame Margaret
Harker, MP – and also our very special guest, one of the best known and most
easily recognised women in the world today.
“I was her
teacher when she first came to this school, and I had the privilege of seeing
her grow up while she was here, and then as she went to secondary school – and
also the tragic accident which took her father, and meant she lost the use of
her legs. But she had not let that hold
her back, and she is an internationally recognised model as well as a
spokesperson for disabled young people.
“When we heard
she was going to be visiting the area, we asked if she would come and open our
fete for us, and I am so glad she agreed to do so. Please, welcome back to Abbotsweld Primary
School Jeannie Brewster.”
As the crowd
applauded, Grace looked at the man standing behind Maggie, and scowled
slightly.
“You know him,”
Caroline said as she stood next to her friend.
“Oh yes –
Cousin Colin,” Grace said quietly, “I heard a few stories about him…”
“Thank you,”
Jeannie said as she held the microphone.
“Mrs Brodie, I want to first thank you for the invitation to be here
today – I haven’t been back since I went to Downwood, and it is a strange
feeling to be here now. But one thing I
always remembered were the friendships I made here – and it is so good to be
made so welcome here today.
“I was a pupil
here, and I loved my time here, which is I was so pleased to be able to come
today, and to see the way the school is working now in support of all the
pupils, and in support of the community.
I’m sure even if I was not here, you would all be here in support, but
I’m always more than willing to do what I can to help.
“But most of
all, what I remember of this school was the fun. And by the look of things, there is certainly
a lot of ways to have fun here, and I look forward to trying some of them –
although forgive me if I pass on Beat the Goalie.”
There was a
round of laughter as Jeannie said “So, it gives me great pleasure to declare
this fete open, and to hope you all have a fantastic time here today – thank
you very much.”
As the crowd
applauded, Maggie looked out over the crowd, and then smiled as she stepped off
the stage and walked over to the brunette.
“Trying to hide
again Grace,” she whispered as she came over.
“Well, this is
Jeannie’s day,” Grace whispered back, “and the rest of us wanted to avoid the
spotlight if possible.”
“Apart from
Harriet and Sarah?”
“Well, they’re
not the ones that want to avoid the spotlight,” Grace said with a smile, “are
you still coming tonight?”
“Oh yes,”
Maggie said with a smile, “this is my day off before the final push. I’m doing Sunday Politics tomorrow –
discussing matters with Andrew Neil.”
“One of the
tougher ones?”
“Nah – he’s a
pussycat really, so long as you realise he knows what he is talking about and
you’re ready with the answers.”
“You don’t get
the high profile jobs?”
“What – do what
Boris and the others do on the main shows?
Nah – you know me, much prefer to be the bulldog.”
“Well, enjoy
yourself anyway – is that who I think it is babysitting you?”
“Oh yes – shall
I tell him you’re here?”
“No – I’ll find
him later,” Grace said, “I want to talk to him about a family matter…”
“Jeannie is
going to spend some time signing autographs now,” Mrs Brodie said, and at those
words a group of kids gathered round the stage, shouting and waving their
books.
"Okay,
okay" Jeannie laughed, "let’s do this by classes, who amongst you are
pre-schoolers?"
A couple of
hands went up and a couple of little children shuffled forward to the front of
the group.
"Alright,”
Jeannie said as she took a pen from Barbara, “I'll do autographs for you guys
first."
"Can we
get a few pictures Miss Brewster?" a photographer shouted from the side.
"Please,"
Jeannie smiled her best models smile as she looked over.
"Maybe
with a little one on your lap?"
"Like
this?" Barbara said as she lifted a toddler on to Jeannie’s lap.
"Yes
that's brilliant," he said as the press and parents took pictures.
"And what’s
your name?" Jeannie asked the child.
"I'm Wendy
and I'm thwee and a qwarter."
"Well that
quarter is very important," Jeannie smiled as she autographed the girls
little book, “enjoy the rest of the day.”
“Fank ew,” she
lisped as she was lifted off, and ran to show her mother, the other toddlers
been brought over.
“She really
does love this sort of thing, doesn’t she,” Mandy said as she stood with
Caroline.
“Yeah – she’s
certainly the one amongst all of us who finds it easiest to do this,” Caroline
said as she looked round. “Lord, this
takes me back to my childhood.”
“Before you ran
away to join your mother?”
Caroline nodded
as she said “Dad used to take me to the fetes at his school, and I had to stand
by the side as he ran his stall.”
“Which one did
he usually man, darling?”
“The Hoop-La
stand - like that one over there.”
They looked
over as Orion tried to throw the rings over the poles, Pepsi and Ama watching
with her.
“This is where
you remember they really are just teenagers darling…”
“Excuse me –
are you Mandy Carrow?”
Mandy looked at
the middle aged woman, and whispered “please, I would prefer to be incognito
today darling?”
“Of course – I
just wanted to thank you for helping my son this week.”
“Your… Ah, you
are Eric’s mother?”
“That’s right –
I’ll be there tonight, but thank you.”
“You’re
welcome,” Mandy said as the woman walked off.
“Now that, I like…”
“How are you
feeling,” Becca said as she caught up with Nikki.
“A bit better,”
Nikki said quietly as she looked round, “at least I don’t feel as if I cannot
keep anything down. The soft drink seems
to have helped. Have you tried any of
the stalls?”
“Not yet – I
may have a go at the tombola, but we’ll see…”
“There you go,”
Jeannie said as she signed the book, and the ten year old ran off. “So who’s next?”
“Would you sign
my book please, Miss Brewster?”
“You can call
me Jeannie if you want,” she smiled as she looked at the dark skinned girl,
wearing a pair of denim bib shorts with a white t-shirt underneath, and white
deck shoes. “Who do you want me to sign
it too?”
“My name is
Uma,” the young girl said, “but would you sign it to my mother please?”
“Of course –
and your mother’s name is?”
“Mother, what
is your name?”
“Rhona,” a grey
haired Scottish woman said as she came over.
Jeannie looked at both of them, as Uma said “she is my adopted mother –
I came to live with her some years ago, when my mother and father died. She was my teacher, then she became my mother.”
“Oh I am sorry
to hear that – where did you teach Rhona?”
“In a village
in Mazengwe,” Rhona said, Jeannie looking at her, and then at her mother.
“One of
Jeannie’s friends was born in Mazengwe as well,” Barbara said, “listen – are
you planning to stay a while?”
“We can do –
why?”
“Come and find
us at about two – we’ll introduce you to her.”
2 pm BST
Fleet
“I’ll clear the
dishes later,” Penny said as Helen looked over the table.
"Penny
told me that your marriage ended unhappily Sue"
"She did?” Sue looked over as she said “Did she use some
choice words about that bastard?"
"A
couple," Penny nodded.
"Well I've
used more than a couple over the last two years."
"Did he
find out you were a China Doll?"
"No,"
Sue looked at Penny's neat flower beds, "he found out far worse."
"And that
was?"
"That I
was the daughter of a dead junkie, that I had no known father, that I'd been in
care, that I was a runaway, but biggest of all that I'd been a working
girl." Sue sniffed back a tear, "he used the P word as he shouted at
me when he found out, it's why I hate it so bad."
"If I'm
not being rude,” Helen said, “what was his name?"
"Colin
Gresham-Fox...The Honourable Colin Gresham Fox."
Helen leaned
forward for a moment, before she said "I know a Grace Gresham...any
relation?"
"You know
the Black Sheep of his family."
"Slightly,
we have friends in common."
"Well at
least now she's welcome back in the bosom of her family. Colin's dad is the
British Ambassador in Washington."
"Damn,"
Helen said quietly.
"I know,
'far too far above my station in life' as the saying goes, but there was stupid
little me thinking that like in a Mills and Boon book love would overcome
all."
"So how
long did it last Sue?"
"A quick
Registry Office wedding, a week in Italy as a honeymoon, and then two days
before he took me to Melford Hall to meet Lord Standerton and the rest."
"How did
that go?"
"Not badly
with just the family, but that night at the party they gave for me, I spotted a
couple of my ex johns. they spotted me and neither could their fucking mouths
shut about having had me multiple times." Sue cried, "At first Colin
didn't believe them, and was going to beat them up, and then just like in a
truly bad story the private detective the family had hired turned up with the
salacious stuff he'd found out about my past."
"That's
bad."
"Well
let's put it this way Helen I was escorted down the drive to the gates, and
Colin said he never even wanted to hear my name again and that he'd burn the
clothes that I'd taken to Melford with me, and that the rest in our flat he'd
send to Oxfam. With that he turned his back and walked away."
“I can’t see a
relative of Grace doing that…”
“Grace
certainly would not,” Penny said, “but she was still hidden at the time.
"So how
did you get back to London?'
"I
hitched,” Sue said, “which isn’t easy when you’re wearing an evening gown, and
after a couple of fights with drivers who thought I was fair game, I made it
back to Jane's place in Highgate. There I cried for 48 hours solid."
"And the
divorce?"
"Was a
real quickie, I just signed the rubbish I was sent, and I went back to my old
life with the gang."
"That is
so horrible Sue." Helen shook her head.
"Well it
taught me one thing, use a man for all they are good for, and if they get even
remotely serious, kick them to the curb."
2 pm BST
Abottsweld Primary School
“Hello Grace.”
Grace looked up
from the table and saw the man who had been standing behind Maggie looking at
her.
“Colin – it’s
being a long time. I missed you at Uncle
Stephen’s birthday party.”
“Well I wasn’t
able to get away,” Colin said as he sat next to her. “You look well – but I thought you went back
to blonde.”
“I needed a bit
on anonymity today,” Grace said quietly.
“Dad told me you got married.”
“Yeah – that
was a huge mistake,” Colin said as he looked round.
“He also told
me of the scene you created,” Grace said quietly.
“Oh,” Colin
said quietly as he looked round, “if you think you’re going to lecture me on
reactions after you pulled your act…”
“I’m not going
to lecture you,” Grace said quietly, “but there are two sides to every story
Colin.”
"Grace,”
Colin whispered, “if Susan had been a thief I think I could have respected
that, but she was a street kid, who'd become a prostitute..."
"And who
as far as I had heard Colin,” Grace interrupted, “had built on that to build
herself a respectable life."
"You know
what they say Grace,” Colin said as he leaned back, “once a whore, always a
whore."
"Colin… She sold her body to keep her body and soul
together, She built a life that didn't start from the ground, it started from
the bottom of a crack in the ground."
"Grace a
man has to expect..."
"To expect
what Colin,” Grace said angrily. “I know
girls in New York who've slept around a lot, but I guess because they are
'ladies' and go to Harvard you could live with that?"
"Probably...I
suppose."
"God Colin,”
Grace said as she shook her head, “you are such a hypocrite… Colin, did you even start to think of the
things that she didn't have that we took for granted."
"Like
what?"
"Well how
about a bed to sleep in every night, regular meals, medical care...Love
Colin...Your Susan had none of those, she had to fight tooth and nail not to
get out of the gutter, but even to get into it in the first place."
"But..."
"But
nothing Colin,” Grace said as she looked at the girls sitting at the other
table. “Look at young Ama over there.”
Colin looked
over at the African girl and said “seems a nice enough kid. Why?”
“She was a
slave...” She saw the surprise in her
cousin’s eyes as she continued “that's right - a slave, but I still think even
she would feel sorry for your Susan because at least she had known love at some
time in her life. From Daddy's stories Susan has no father, a Mother who gave
her away...can you wonder she thought being a prostitute was actually a step up
in life?"
"Those are
not excuses Grace, social services..."
"Does what? Put girls like her in foster homes, moves
them round from place to place?"
"They do
their best."
“Christ Colin –
you sound like a true blue when you say that.
They are overwhelmed, and they do not have the resources to deal with
people like Susan.”
Colin shifted
uneasily as he said “you sound like Dame Margaret.”
“Good.” Grace took off her glasses and rubbed her
eyes as she said “It sounds to me that Sue did her best and she used the one
thing going for her to survive, she sold her virtue."
"Grace a
further point is that it looks like I'll be given a safe seat at the next
election...What would it look like if it came out then that Susan had been a
hooker?"
"What's it
going to look like anyway when it comes out that you were once married to a
Lady of the Night dear cousin?”
“Problem
Grace?”
“Nope,” she
said as she stood up, and looked at Caroline.
“Time to go?”
“Yeah – we need
to get over to the school for the fittings.”
“Caroline – do
you think Ama could stay back with Pepsi?
I’ll bring them over when I come with Jeannie?”
“Sure,”
Caroline said, “how much longer?”
“We’ll be
another half hour or so – Jeannie is nearly done, and there’s someone we want
Ama to meet.”
“Okay – wagons
roll people,” Harriet called out as Pepsi and Ama came over.
“Would you two
come with me,” Barbara said, “we’ll follow them on.”
2.30 pm BST
Downwood School
"When are
they getting here Miss?" Eric looked at his watch, "I still have
things to fit just right."
"They
should be any time Eric," Virginia looked at her phone, "Jeannie
didn't want to disappoint anyone who wanted her autograph."
"Well I
understand that, but couldn't the others have come on ahead?"
“They’re on
their way,” she finally said, “fifteen minutes people.”
2.45 pm BST
Abottswood Primary School
“And thank
you,” Jeannie said as the last autograph was signed, and the family went off.
“Here you go,”
Pepsi said as she passed Jeannie a bottle of water, “we about ready to go.”
“In a minute,”
Jeannie said, “Ama, there is someone I want you to meet. Turns out there’s a Mazengwean girl who
attends this school, and I said I had a friend from her home country.”
“There is,” Ama
said with a smile, “then of course I would be delighted to meet her. Where is she?”
“Just coming
over now,” Jeannie said as she looked past Ama and Pepsi. They both turned round as she said “Hey Uma,
this is the friend I was telling you about.
Ama, this is Uma and her adopted mother Rhona.”
“It’s a
pleasure to meet you,” Pepsi said, and then she looked at Ama. The sixteen year old was silent, as she
looked at the younger African girl.
“It’s a real
pleasure to meet you,” Rhona said as she held her hand out, and then she stared
at Ama as well, before she whispered “no.
No, it cannot be…”
“Ama,” Barbara
said as she looked over, “are you all right?”
“Is your friend
all right, Jeannie,” Uma said as Ama walked towards her, and knelt down,
putting her hands on her shoulders.
“Tell me,” she
said in Zimba, “tell me it is you.”
“Who do
you…” Uma looked at Ama, and then gasped
as she said “can it be? Can it truly
be? I remember watching with mother and
father as the bus left.”
“And I remember
waving to you,” Ama said quietly as she looked at Pepsi, Barbara and Jeannie.
“Rhona,”
Barbara said quietly, “what is going on here?”
“I… I know Ama,” Rhona said quietly, “I taught
her English in her village school, just as I taught Uma.”
“That is
correct,” Ama said as she looked over, tears running down her cheeks “Uma… Uma is my sister. My real sister.”
“Your… Your sister,” Jeannie said as she looked at
both of them. “I thought your sister
had…”
“So did I,” Ama
said quietly, “when I heard my mother and father had died, I thought…”
“No,” Rhona
said quietly, “I heard some of the children had survived that attack, and
returned to the village to see if I could help.
When I got there, there was nothing I could do – except make sure little
Uma here had a home to live in, and someone to love her.”
“Was it bad,”
Ama said as she looked at Uma. The
little girl nodded, as tears flowed down her cheeks before she said “where did
you go? After you were taken, we heard
nothing, nothing at all…”
“It is a long
story,” Ama said quietly, “and I will tell you one day – but I am overjoyed you
are alive and you are well. Your mother
is taking good care of you?”
“She wants for
nothing – she is the daughter I never really had myself,” Rhona said quietly,
“but what of you? Where did you…” She then stopped and said “the reports from
New York – I did not listen to them, but… That was you?”
Ama simply
nodded as she said “Aunt Barbara, we must bring them with us to meet Mom and
the others.”
“Of course we
must,” Barbara said quietly.
“But go where?”
“Downwood
School,” Jeannie said quietly, “we have a student fashion show some of us and
some friends are walking. And I suspect
Ama and Uma have a lot to talk about.”
“We do – and we
will,” Ama said, “but for now, please, come and meet my family.”
“It would be
our pleasure,” Rhona said, still not quite believing what was happening.
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