Guilty One (26 page)

‘You were miles away!’ Minnie reached out to him and Daniel twisted away. Again, she seemed to know what he needed. But it wasn’t the same and it never could be.

A tight-lipped woman approached their stall. Daniel recognised her as Mrs Wilkes from the sweetshop. She was his friend Derek’s mother.
Daniel knew she had called an ambulance for Minnie’s dying husband. She had also reported two of his classmates to the headmaster for stealing gobstoppers.

She worried her lips as she considered Minnie’s jam, narrowing her eyes when Daniel caught her eye. He put his hands into the pockets of his parka.

‘How much is the jam?’ she asked, the corners of her mouth turning downward.

‘Two pounds fifty,’ said Daniel, with one of his best smiles, although Minnie had priced the jam at one pound fifty.

‘That’s a disgrace,’ said Mrs Wilkes, slamming the jam on to the table with a force that shook the eggs.

Minnie turned at the noise and frowned. She was holding a half-eaten sandwich.

‘Quality comes at a price, Mrs Wilkes, you should know that,’ said Daniel, taking a hand out of his pocket to straighten the jam.

‘So it would seem.’ Daniel was aware that Mrs Wilkes had now lost interest in him and was addressing Minnie. Minnie had her mouth full and the wind was blowing her hair in her face, but she turned, her eyes giddy with mirth and crumbs on her chin.

‘You all right, Jean?’

‘I’m just baulking at the price here. That’s daylight robbery.’ Mrs Wilkes pushed a pot of jam gently, disturbing Daniel’s display again.

‘Take one, then,’ said Minnie.

Jean Wilkes’s mouth turned down at the corners.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean have one, a gift from me. It’s good jam. Have it, enjoy it.’

Daniel turned to look up at Minnie, but she was finishing her sandwich, watching Jean.

‘I couldn’t possibly.
I’ll give you what it’s worth and not a penny more.’

‘Nonsense, take it. Enjoy. Thanks, Jean.’

Minnie turned her attention again to the flasks and the picnic which she had arranged in the boot of her Renault. She helped herself to another sandwich.

‘You’re ridiculous, Minnie,’ said Jean, thrusting three pounds into the ice-cream tub of money which Daniel guarded. ‘You ask for the world and then give it away. It’s like these kids. Everyone knows you’re just doing it to make yourself feel better. Can’t care for your own and then all of a sudden you’re mother to the world … But you’re right, your jam is good.’ Jean held the jar in the palm of her hand. Her tight mouth was pressed inward, as if to smile.

‘What did you say?’

Daniel turned to Minnie’s whisper. It raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

‘I said, despite it all, we agree your jam is good.’

Daniel could see that Jean Wilkes’s teeth were brown and he wondered if it was all the sweets that had ruined them.

‘No, before that.’ Minnie was still whispering but now she had her stomach pressed against the stall and was leaning towards Mrs Wilkes. She was leaning hard on the table and Daniel could see the white marks forming on her pink hands from the strain. ‘Can’t look after my own? Is that what you said?’

Jean Wilkes was walking away.

Minnie stood up again and pushed the hair out of her face. Daniel noticed that her fingers were trembling. She opened a box of eggs and slipped her red, rough fingers inside.

Thwatt.

Daniel was still standing with his hands in the pockets, but he opened his mouth
as Minnie took aim and hit Jean Wilkes square between the shoulder blades with one of her own well-reared eggs.

Jean looked round, mouth turned down at the corners, but Minnie already had another egg in her hand. To Daniel’s joy and amazement, Jean Wilkes broke into a run, trotting crisscross in her navy heels in an effort to get out of Minnie’s firing range.

Daniel pulled Minnie’s elbow and punched a victory fist into the air. Minnie tutted at him and pulled her arm away.

‘That was ace. You showed her.’

‘Enough!’ Minnie said. Daniel did not understand why she was angry with him. Her cheeks were pink and her blue eyes were shot with rage. ‘Get tidied up. It’s too cold and it’s time to go anyway.’

Daniel’s fingers were almost numb with the cold, but he started to pack away the stall. She was working beside him, slapdash. The flasks were thrown back into the bag. Usually she would have emptied them in the gutter then carefully packed them away.

‘I’m sorry,’ Daniel said, but she didn’t hear him.

She was pulling her cardigan around her and straightening the leftover boxes of eggs in the boot of her car.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said again, louder this time, reaching out to tug on her cardigan.

She turned to him finally, confused, angry little darts of light shot through her watery blue eyes.

‘I didn’t mean to set her off, like,’ he explained. ‘I told her it was two pound fifty. The jam. Was just winding her up, like. Thought we might make a bit extra out of her. Didn’t mean for her to …’

‘Never mind,
love.’

In the car on the way home, Daniel held the takings and looked out of the window. The small Brampton houses, the whiff of farms and the occasional sweep of undulating green was still surprising to him. Some part of his mind expected the tight red brick of Newcastle, its estranged estates and urban muddle. Some part of him still felt out of place here. He wondered about Minnie and the fight with Mrs Wilkes. He didn’t understand why so many of the locals disliked her. Some of them seemed to hate him too, because of her.

Minnie’s hands were clenched on the wheel. She drove sitting forward, her stomach against the bottom of the steering wheel and her chin reaching over the top. Daniel watched her as she licked her lips and pressed them together.

Minnie had her window down and strands of her curly grey hair fluttered in her face. Whenever Daniel had been in the car with her, she had kept her window down, regardless of the weather. She said that she felt claustrophobic in the car.

Daniel took a deep breath before he said: ‘Not a lot of people like you around here, d’you know that?’

She didn’t like talking in the car. She didn’t take her eyes off the road, but Daniel could tell that she had heard him as her hands tightened their grip on the wheel.

‘It doesn’t matter though,’ he said. ‘Ah like y’.’

Again, she said nothing, but she pursed her lips together in what Daniel knew was meant to be a smile.

*

It was the day of the court case. Minnie had told him that it was just a formality, that she would definitely be able to adopt him, but still
he was nervous. He got up before the cock crowed and did his chores and was ready to go before she came downstairs for breakfast. He had put the porridge on already and fed the dog.

She rubbed his shoulder when she came into the kitchen, pushing a handkerchief into the pocket of her dressing gown. She made tea and put the radio on as Daniel set the table, putting out the butter and jars of her jam. She smiled at him as he milked and sugared their teas. Minnie liked three sugars and a lot of milk; Daniel liked one sugar and a little milk. He put her tea on the table by her bowl then stood in the middle of the kitchen, drinking his tea.

He looked around the kitchen as he sipped his tea. Blitz was asleep on a full stomach, his thin legs twitching in his dreams as he lay on the kitchen floor. Daniel watched the movement of Minnie’s hips as she stirred the porridge, the spangle of light that the old windows spilled on to the spoons. He knew the song that was on the radio and tapped his foot to its beat. The room was warm with the smell of morning and Daniel held it in his mouth, as if to taste it. This was his home; this was going to be his home.

He watched as she yawned over the porridge pot, hand on the small of her back. After today, she would be his mam, and they would live in this house for ever. Daniel almost could not believe it.

‘Why aren’t you eating your porridge?’ she said to him, scraping her bowl clean.

‘I am eatin’ it, look.’ He took a spoonful into his mouth.

‘You’re always first finished. What is it? Butterflies?’

‘Bit, like,’ he said, letting his spoon rest with a clatter against the porcelain.

‘You shouldn’t be
nervous. It’s exciting.’ She reached across the table and tugged gently at his sleeve. ‘You do want this, don’t you?’

‘Aye.’

‘You know it’s up to you.’

‘I want to, like.’

‘Me too. Today I get to be your mum, not just your foster mum, but … your real mum.’

Daniel watched as her eyes filled, and her cheeks coloured. She gave him a big smile and it was only that, the rise of her cheekbones and the scrunching up of her eyes, which caused the tears to flash, instantaneous, thin, one down each cheek. Quickly, as if to brush away a crumb, she swept the palm of her hand across one cheek and the back of her hand across the other. The tears were gone and only her smile was left.

Real mam,
Daniel remembered as he waited at the bottom of the stairs for her to get ready.
Real mam,
he reminded himself as he looked out of the bus window on the road from Brampton to Newcastle. They were getting the bus there and back so that Minnie didn’t have to drive in Newcastle city centre.

Daniel was wearing his school uniform and Minnie was wearing shoes. They weren’t proper women’s shoes. They were flat and brown and they laced up, but they weren’t boots and Daniel stared at the strange sight of her feet in them. He hadn’t seen her without her boots. She wore her grey skirt and green coat and a black top under it that was cleaner than some of her others.

Minnie had asked permission for Daniel to have a day off from school – for
family business.

Family,
Daniel thought
looking out of the window, feeling the press of her hip against his body. He wasn’t sure if he had had a family before, or what that meant, but he was happy to go forward if it meant staying with her and being at the farm.

At the courthouse, Tricia was waiting. She was happy and restless, turning from side to side and asking if he wanted a can from the machine. She was holding files and telling them that the hearing would be quick.

‘All this time, Danny,’ said Tricia. ‘When was the first time we met? Were you five years old or something?’

‘Dunno.’

‘You were about that. You were four or five years old. All this time we’ve known each other and now you’re getting adopted. I’m so happy. I never thought I’d see this day.’

Their solicitor arrived. He was young, wearing a black suit and carrying a brown briefcase. He shook Minnie’s hand and then bent to shake Daniel’s hand too. Daniel looked at the open palm.

‘Shake the man’s hand, Danny, when he offers it,’ said Minnie.

Daniel reached out and felt his hand tugged by the warm, strong hand.

‘I’m your solicitor,’ the man said, and Daniel smiled at him.

He felt powerful for a moment, in his clean school uniform, with his own solicitor, waiting to see the judge and be adopted. He remembered what Minnie had told him about lawyers.

When it was time, they met in the judge’s chambers. Daniel had imagined that the room would have stained-glass windows like a church, but it was just an office, with a large desk topped with leather and rows of bookcases.

The room smelled
of pipe smoke and Daniel remembered his headmaster, Mr Hart, but the judge wasn’t like him. He had a long moustache that was white but yellowing at the ends and his eyebrows rose above his glasses when he smiled. Daniel, Minnie, Tricia and the legal representatives were shown to the sofa area in front of the judge’s desk. Daniel sat in one of the chairs and Minnie sat in the other, facing him. Tricia and the lawyers were on the sofa together and then the judge sat on his own sofa beside the clerk, who took a note of everything that was said. It felt different from the other times Daniel had been in court.

The judge wasn’t wearing a gown. Daniel pushed his hands between his thighs and pressed his lips together as the judge began to speak. He liked the order of the processes and the way that his solicitor kept looking at him, both eyebrows raised, every time his name was mentioned.

‘So,’ said the judge, ‘I suppose it comes down to you, young man. The most important thing is whether or not you want Mrs Flynn to adopt you, making her your mother, and you … her son. Tell us what you think, Daniel.’

There was a hush, and Daniel felt the room turn to him. Tricia was nodding at him to answer; the solicitor’s forehead was wrinkled in expectation.

He looked up and Minnie was looking straight at him, smiling. She was nervous too, he realised. She was twisting her wedding ring, making her finger red and then white.

He cleared his throat and looked at the judge. He was smiling and it caused his yellowing moustache to turn up at the corners. ‘I want to be adopted,’ Daniel said. He said the words looking down at the table, but then grew more confident and looked at the judge and the lawyer in turn.

Only when
it was finalised, when the formalities were over, did Daniel look at Minnie again. They stared at each other across the mahogany coffee table, lips apart, breathing hard from excitement as if they had been running at full pace.

Leaving the chambers, Daniel felt his legs were weak. It felt like he had played football for too long. Minnie was ahead of him with Tricia in between and Daniel watched the movement of her hips in her grey skirt. Tricia was talking, smoothing back her hair and reaching into her bag. The solicitor was looking at his watch and putting his hand in his pocket.

‘Well,’ Minnie said, hand on her hip, finally turning to him. ‘Give us a kiss will you, gorgeous, ’cause I feel bloody great.’

She lifted him off his feet and he laughed out loud as she pressed the air from his lungs and spun him. When she stopped he was dizzy and her smile was so big that he could see the tooth that was missing near the back. The sun was streaming into the atrium above and Daniel felt it on the skin of his hands and his face. It felt like they were a prism, refracting their own joy.

‘How old is it?’ Daniel asked.