Chapter 9
Best Laid Plans
When I got home Chrissy's car was outside but she was not around so I assumed she was getting ready to go out. I made a cup of tea then did the same. Half an hour later I walked back downstairs and I listened to the radio as I waited for Chrissy. I was sat on the couch as Chrissy came into the room, she looked fabulous in a purple dress that was short enough to show off her very shapely legs and although high at the neck it had a deep narrow vee that showed off her cleavage and the fact that she was not wearing a bra. I was intrigued as to what was providing support, as she seemed to be defying gravity. She was wearing shoes with at least four inch heals, meaning that her eyes were about the same height as mine and as our eyes met she could see that I found her very attractive and gave a little half smile, holding my gaze a little longer than she should have. She said "Shall we go? We'll be half an hour early, but we can have a drink at the bar and Mum will probably be earlier than half past seven unless the traffic is really bad."
I said "sounds like a plan" and gestured her to leave before me, I watched her walk toward the door and I am certain that she put more emphasis into her hip movement as she walked. If she was then it was definitely having and effect on me, I suddenly felt uncomfortably warm as I followed her out of the front door.
Chrissy and I were sitting at the bar waiting for Lorraine when her mobile telephone rang, she answered it and said "Hi Mum, are you on your way back?" I watched the smile slip from her face and she turned serious as she listened. "No we're at the restaurant, but it's OK we'll go back home...Are you sure?...OK if you are going to be that late we might as well...OK, love you, hope Evie and Elle are OK, give them my love, Love you, bye."
Chrissy turned to me and said, "Evie and Elle were just about to go through to departures and Evie got a call from her brother, her mother has been taken into hospital with a suspected stroke. Mum is going to take them to the hospital and stay with them for a while."
I said "We had better cancel the table and go home then, we can pick some kind of takeaway on the way home."
Chrissy shook her head "I suggested that but Mum said we might as well eat here, she is going to get something later, the hospital is in Croydon and Mum is going to stay with Evie for a while, until they know what the situation is, so it's going to be some time before she gets home."
We talked about Evie and Elle for a while, Elle was Evie's daughter she was a little over a year older than Chrissy and they went to different Schools, but they became close friends in their late teens as the years age gap mattered less as they got older. Evie's husband had died in an industrial accident when Elle was only ten years old. Elle had spent a lot of time with her grandmother after her Dad died so that Evie could carry on working. Chrissy had met Elle's grandmother on a couple of occasions, and she remembered her being very nice.
A waiter informed us that our table was ready and we picked up our drinks and followed him to a four place table in the non-smoking area of the restaurant. Chrissy said to the waiter "Actually there are only two of us now, would you have a table for two in the smoking area?" she turned to me "I'm sorry Alex, do you mind?"
I said no and the waiter went back to check the booking diary. "We have two tables available, do you want to be next to the window or the stairs?"
Chrissy replied "Window please." He led us up the stairs to a window seat overlooking the main street.
I held Chrissy's chair for her then sat facing her. The waiter informed us of the dishes of the day and left us to browse through the menu. I watched Chrissy as she looked through the menu. She put a finger to her mouth and tapped her lips and I smiled. She must have felt me watching her because looked up and smiled in reply.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked.
"You tap your lips when you are thinking, just like your Mum."
She smiled wider and said "Do I? I didn't even know I did it, I'll be really aware of it from now on." She went back to studying the menu.
We made our decisions and while we waited for the waiter Chrissy lit a cigarette.
I said "Your Mum is not too happy about you starting to smoke again."
She pulled a face and said "I know, but we have spoken about it and she understands."
I raised an eyebrow in question "Because of the stress that the break up with Dean put you under?"
"Not really," she replied, "it was more a statement of identity, it was my smoking, or more accurately his reaction to it, that was the beginning of the end of our relationship, it made me realise just what sort of man that he is."
"How so?"
She shrugged and drew on her cigarette before answering "He decided that I should stop, I had no intention of stopping, all my friends smoke, I enjoy smoking, we have a shelter at work, like a bus shelter with doors, where a gang of seven of us go for a smoke, and we have a laugh there. One evening at home he said that it was time for me to stop and he took my cigarettes out of my bag and crushed them and threw them in the bin."
"What did you say?"
"I asked him how dare he decide what I do or don't do, to which he replied that he was helping me."
"What did you do about it?"
"Next day I just bought another pack on my way to work. He must have had someone checking on me, he went through my bag again but I had put them in my brief case, he found them there and did the same again. I went to buy some more the next day, but when I went to pay I realised that he had taken my money and cards out of my purse."
None of this surprised me, knowing his bullying character. I said "What a nice man he is, but none of what you're saying really surprises me."
"Well, that night we had a blazing row and I demanded my cards and money back, he told me that there was no way I was going to get them until I had given up smoking, so I went to leave. He tried to stop me and I struggled to get away from him so he slapped me round the face, that was the first time he hit me. He hit me for one reason or another every night for the next week; because a friend had given me cigarettes at work a couple of days, because I burnt his dinner, because I had been on the phone to Elle instead of having his dinner ready...for that he locked the phones in his desk and punched me so hard in the ribs it was hard to breathe. He always apologised afterwards, said he wouldn't do it again."
She had obviously started to come to terms with the past, she was angry but not more than she could handle, her voice was level and quiet. I said "At least you can talk about it now...and I understand you wanting to smoke, to reaffirm your identity, not be what he wanted to make you become."
She gave a tight smile "Exactly, as I say Mum understands...anyway she's a bit of a hypocrite, she used to smoke, she and Evie were young when they started, Mum was twelve, Evie was thirteen."
"I didn't know your Mum smoked, when did she stop?"
"Four years ago, when I went to Uni. And it was partly her fault that I started...sort of...she sort of encouraged me."
This was the longest conversation I had had with Chrissy, and I could see her relaxing, talking about what happened and her past was obviously having a cathartic effect so I encouraged her to continue.
I asked her "Really? What happened?"
At that moment the waiter arrived with our starters, she had ordered the pate and I had ordered goats cheese.
We started eating and then Chrissy continued her story. "When I was fourteen my Mum and I went shopping with Auntie Evie, as I called her then, and Elle, we went into town for holiday clothes and swimsuits and the like. We weren't going on holiday together but we were all going at the same time."
She paused for a mouthful of French toast and pate. "We met in town at mid morning and decided to go for a coffee before shopping. We went into a café and when we ordered drinks Elle, who was really cool in my eyes, took out cigarettes and offered them round, I was last to be offered and when Elle got to me she was talking to Evie so didn't notice me looking at my Mum and the packet and back. Mum just said quietly 'up to you, have one if you want one', so I took one. She was watching me as Elle gave me a light, but I had tried smoking at parties so I didn't turn green and choke, like I had done the first time I inhaled!"
She ate some more pate then pushed her plate away. "That was it really, we all sat there smoking, and I really liked the feeling of being included, it was the first time that I felt like an adult, making small talk, smoking and drinking coffee. When we stopped outside a shop later Mum passed round cigarettes and I had one then as well. When we went for lunch Mum and I went into the ladies and she passed me an unopened packet of cigarettes from her bag and said that I had better have them so that I could 'stand my round'. The rest is history really."
I said "What did your Dad say when he found out? Wasn't he angry?"