‘Oh blimey, ‘ he said. ‘What do you think?’
‘I don’t know love. She admits there are coincidences, but she’s giving nothing away. In fact, she’s left it completely open to you to fill in the gaps.’
The phone rang, and she went to answer it.
‘Oh, hello. Yes, I’ll get him.’
She rested the phone on the table and went to tell Jim his father was on the line.
Over the next few days, Jim did a lot of thinking and remembering.
He and Sara discussed the matter at length, and again he spoke to Brian to get another opinion and perspective.
His dreams were haunted by what was now, what had been, and what could be.
His mind went round in circles thinking of so many possible scenarios if this woman was Jenny, or if life was playing some cruel trick on him and she was not.
After his visit all those years ago, he had made no effort to stay in touch.
He had his reasons, most to protect Jenny as if his father ever got wind of where she was, he would have made her life hell. She didn’t deserve that.
A lot had happened since then.
He’d accepted she had a new life, as did he and now, after all this time, was it right to possibly open up old wounds, however unintentionally.
His Dad was a bitter man, and had been since Jenny left.
She hadn’t taken anything that wasn’t hers, yet he accused her of theft and swore to reclaim what he saw as rightfully his. Except there was nothing to reclaim.
In a drunken stupor, he had smashed everything from the crockery to electrical equipment, cursing the day she’d entered their lives, and livid that his ex-wife couldn’t cope with the thought of bringing up any child, let alone her own, and thus take the boys off his hands.
He drank his money away rather than pay the bills, and when the bailiffs came, he blamed Jenny.
He lost his job and blamed Jenny, then drank some more.
Dave got arrested for handling stolen goods and in their eyes, it was all Jenny’s fault.
He got off with a caution and they celebrated by getting totally blitzed, matching each other pint for pint until closing time, then staggering out to the car and driving home.
That was the final straw for Jim and he moved out, tired of cleaning up their mess and living in a house that stank of resentment, self-pity, stale fags, beer and vomit.
The phone call the other night was to try to borrow a couple of hundred pounds as he’d ‘fallen on hard times’ and his car was once again off the road.
Jim knew better.
His Dad had probably been drunk behind the wheel and smashed into something.
He’d said no, and his father had furiously hung up after accusing him of being selfish and not caring. It was a familiar reaction.
Like some demented yo-yo, his mind went back and forth, shall he, shan’t he, should he, shouldn’t he. He had Sara’s support whatever he decided, it was entirely up to him.
By Sunday, he’d made up his mind.
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