It's a bleak day in Longford; the sky is lowering and there's neither sound nor sense of any life in the vicinity. Our inclination is to 'batten down the hatches' and avoid going out for any reason. I love that world 'lowering'. The first syllable is pronounced like 'cow' so the word has more to do with frowning than dropping down. It's one of the words which has nearly disappeared from English because people misunderstand its true meaning
Jamie and Nera drove back from Hobart las night and, as always, popped in to pick up Archie,. Again, as always, they brought back some of the particular goodies which we can't get in Launceston. Some of them are particular filipino delicacies which Nera relishes.
While they were away, I was able drive my car for the first time for weeks. Having Brendan staying with them has put a real burden on Jamie to drive him to and from his study and the ever-increasing jobs he was being offered. Many of Brendan's jobs were in Deloraine so it was a 100 Km round trip, twice a day, to get him to and from. It wasn't sustainable so Jamie agreed to let Brendan take his car and he, Jamie, would borrow mine. I agreed, knowing that Jamie would always make sure that Marilyn and I would be driven to and from wherever we needed to go. This past weekend, when Jamie and Nera were in Hobart, my car was in its garage for the first time in weeks.
It was strange to get behind the wheel again but I know it won't last. Until Brendan can save enough money to buy himself a vehicle, mine will always be common property.
POSSESSED JUNE
19th 2020
I was a bit
of a loner at school. I was shy and not very sporty and found it difficult to
make friends in the rough and tumble of the playground. I did try, though, making a special effort
with any new kid who turned up but, as soon as they had found their feet, they
were off to the more satisfying social life with the in-crowd, although I
didn’t hear that term until years after I had left school.
There was
one exception to this pattern. A new
girl appeared one morning. The
headmaster brought her to the classroom door and I thought he looked a little more
flustered than usual. He told us the
girl’s name was Amy and we were to make her welcome. She was not wearing school
uniform, I noticed and her dress was a bit too long and she had laced-up boots
on. Her dark hair was in two pigtails
and she didn’t smile, even when we all chorused, ‘Hello, Amy.” I also noticed, through the window, her
mother as she left after her meeting with the headmaster. She was not like any of the other
mothers. She also had very dark hair,
and was dressed in dark clothes and she didn’t look, well, motherly.
I don’t want
to suggest that Amy and I became friends but we were both misfits in that
particular school so we did find ourselves spending a bit of time
together. I think Amy was only at that
school for about 6 months and she didn’t seem to get into a lot of trouble in
that short time. But, she certainly had the teachers spooked. For some reason,
they were very wary of Amy, and often suggested she might like to have a break,
or visit the library or go for a walk during a lesson. Her mother also came to the school a
lot. I don’t know whether she chose to
come or was called in by the headmaster but she certainly spent more time
talking to him than any other parent.
We also had
more visits from the police around that time, and often we saw
important-looking people in Department of Education cars coming in to the
school. There seemed to be an outbreak
of illness among the teachers who more often took days off and one of my
favourite teachers took early retirement.
After school one day, I saw a Catholic priest arriving to attend the
staff meeting.
I didn’t understand
what was going on; it was all a bit strange but I suspected that much of the
discussion was about Amy. Nobody told me
anything, of course, but if they had asked me I could have told them a few
things. Like the fact that cats seemed
to be attracted to Amy and would follow her down the street, rubbing themselves
against her legs. Or that dogs seemed
frightened of her and would cower when she passed by. Or that I had seen her in the distance one
afternoon with a crow sitting on her shoulder.
I could tell
them about the time that one of the other girls told Amy she was weird and Amy
just stared at the girl and, as I watched, the tyres on the girl’s bike went
flat. Most importantly, I could have told them that there seemed to be
something odd about Amy’s eyes. It was
like looking through the window of a house and seeing something moving behind
the curtains, like a cat or a bird. But
something slimier and sneakier than a cat or a bird – more like a rat or a
snake.
But they
didn’t ask me, because I was only a kid.
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