CHAPTER Seven/part 2– Caring Daughter
Janice was a warm hearted young woman; neat and always well presented. She had rich lustrous auburn hair, that was shoulder length and a full vibrant embracing personality that radiated good will and caring type nature. Janice had a loving husband Dave, who was a green keeper and managed a few golf courses. He did well in his work as he was even tempered and worked consistently and hard. He had been a great dad always making time for the kids and supporting their mum. Of course Janice was the type of woman who would not have had it any other way.
Her eldest daughter was Jane just turning sixteen and bright as a silver pin. Jane excelled in science for some reason; Janice was baffled as to why but was so proud of her. They were very close and Jane always looked after her mum by helping in the kitchen and especially over the last few years as Janice stopped working when she had her second daughter Lucy a bit sort of unexpected when Jane was 11years old. Dave and Janice struggled a bit then but Lucy was a darling too right from the time she was born. No trouble really and again incredibly bright. Dave and Janice were surprised because they didn’t think of themselves as being anything but average academically; they both quite rightly believed that at that time the way education evaluated children was particularly archaic in any case. What was important that their children were happy with other people and learnt through experience either good or bad about how life really works.
Lucy was a bit of a handful at five and was way to smart for her own good sometimes; but had a smile that could melt the heart of a politician. She loved stories, ideas and had a very advanced head for numbers.
Janice liked everything to be as it would be, so when her mum and dad split up, it really shook her up. She knew in her head that it was none of her business, and to keep out of it, but time and again she found herself trying to get them back together. She loved them both and knew that they had worked really hard to bring her up as a good caring person. They only had the one child as Cheryl had suffered a dreadful infection after Janice was born. She couldn’t have had any-more children even if she had wanted to. Garret was a lorry driver and Janice thought that him being away all the time was part of the reason they had split. She was continually trying to persuade him to cut down on his work regime. He said he loved it, but she didn’t believe him. She could tell he was unhappy and anxious all the time. On night Janice having finally got Lucy to sleep, slumped down on their brand new rather expensive sofa. It was the weekend and coming up for ten o’clock. Dave was out having a beer with his mates; Janice didn’t mind; he wasn’t one of these drink all weekend types. Janice had gone back to a part-time job at the local school in the administration department.
She sat on the sofa and the atmosphere suddenly started to change. Her neat and tidy mantelpiece disappeared and she saw a jukebox. It was an old 1950’s style one. In fact the whole vision was of a café kitted out in that era. Then she saw her dad walk in and talk to the waitress. He looked white and he rushed out again. As he was leaving three people seemed to say something to him. She couldn’t tell what but she felt it looked pretty bad. She shook herself and was back looking at her mantelpiece. She was so sure that something bad was going to happen. She put the kettle on and as a habit switched on the radio; it was weather forecast time. Amber warning for heavy rain and gales in the North of England it would be at its worst.
Janice grabbed the phone and spoke to her dad.
Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee 2014