“But…”, spluttered Marjorie, breaking the life-changing silence, “You said he was Louis Walsh’s!”
“Hah!,” Davina spat, “And the poor sap fell for it too! But now I’ve spent all the hush money, I can stop pretending!”
“Davina! You are a liar!”, I croaked, not daring to look at Marjorie’s stricken face.
“Just take a look at him, Paul baby!”
And oh Good God, yes, a bit fatter maybe, but I saw myself looking back at me. The spit of when I was his age, miserably enduring boarding school!
“You and my husband begat a child?!”, Marjorie rang for more Gin.
“You bet, Marjie. Good, wasn’t it, Paul?”
“No”, I replied coldly, “it was sad and joyless, Davina. However, I’m very glad you kept my child. And I’d like to offer him a home here (after we’ve been to the nit nurse).”
“It’s a deal, cuz! Something to remember me by, huh?”
Then her eyes lost their hardness, and her voice softened:
“Look after my lil boy, okay? I’ve had him for nine years, you can have the other nine”
“I will, Davina.”, I replied solomnly, my own voice breaking.
Can Paul really make a go of having a natural son? Will he really learn to love nit boy – I mean, Alfie? And will Marjorie eventually forgive Paul’s indiscretion?
Tune in same time, same channel…..
Don’t touch that dial!!!!