“You’re awake,” said Velvet smiling.
“Just about,” I replied.
“Enid told me that you were out of the coma, but when I came yesterday they said you were tired,” Velvet explained.
“I nipped out for a while to try and find out what Enid was up to,” I explained. “It took more out of me than I thought it would.”
“And what had she been up to?” Velvet asked.
“After visiting Maud I think she went to see Ivy, though I could be wrong about that,” I replied. “As to what she’s been up to, your guess is as good as mine.”
“Have you asked her?” asked Velvet.
“I tried, but I think that was when all the dashing about got to me,” I sighed. “She brought me back here.”
“Did you tell the Doctors what you had been up to?” asked Velvet.
“No, they’d have only told me not to,” Myrtle explained.
“And why do you think that?” asked the Doctor.
“Because I’ve been in a coma for a while and you can’t expect to just get up and carry on as before?” Myrtle guessed.
“So why did you?” the Doctor replied.
“I wasn’t gone long,” Myrtle replied.
“You knew you shouldn’t, but you still did. Do I have to talk to the Head of the Fairy Godmothers to make sure you can’t do that again or will you at least check with us before you do anything like that again?” he asked.
“OK, I’ll ask you first,” Myrtle said.
“Good, because if I have to escalate this I will,” he replied, looking at the chart at the end of my bed. “And how are we feeling this morning?” he asked. “And I want the truth, not what you think I want to hear.”
“I feel a bit washed out,” Myrtle replied. “But you look OK.”
“And you know why you feel washed out,” the Doctor replied, blushing slightly.
“And why would that be?” asked Enid, picking up the chart at the end of the bed and trying to look as if she knew anything about what was written on it.
“She overdid things yesterday trying to find out what you were up to,” snapped the Doctor. “Things would have been easier for her if you had answered your phone.”
“And who do you think you are telling me what to do?” Enid snapped back at the Doctor.
“I am the one who is trying to keep your daughter alive,” he replied. “And you aren’t making that job any easier.”
“I don’t think this is the right place for you two to be arguing,” said Velvet. “You are tiring Myrtle out just watching you.”
“I think it is time for all your visitors to leave so that you can have a rest,” said the Doctor, looking from Velvet to Enid.
“And what about you?” asked Enid.
“I am looking after my patient,” he replied.
“We’ll be back later,” said Velvet, taking Enid by the arm.
“Very well,” said Enid.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” said Myrtle.
“You aren’t doing much at the moment,” said Enid.
“You know what I mean,” Myrtle replied, closing her eyes.
“All right,” said Enid, giving her wand a quick flick and taking Velvet back to her laundry.
“Don’t you know how much that girl worries about you?” Velvet snapped.
“Worries about me or about what I am doing?” asked Enid.
“Both I would think,” said Velvet. “You do have a tendency to act first and think about it later, usually when Myrtle has told you what you’ve done wrong.”
“So what do you suggest, I should check things out with Myrtle first?” asked Enid.
“It would stop her worrying about what you might be doing,” Velvet suggested.
“Then she just has to worry about what I am doing,” said Enid.
“You said it,” Velvet replied. After all, you do want her to get better.”
“Of course I do, what sort of Mother do you think I am!” Enid snapped.
“I don’t think you want me to answer that one,” said Velvet. “I think you need to consider Myrtle first for a change.”
Enid scowled and waved her wand.
“I hope I haven’t made things worse,” muttered Velvet.
“I doubt it,” said one of her helpers. “But I think I have,” she added handing a gown to Velvet. “There’s a stain on it, I tried to clean it off, but it’s spread and gone florescent!”
“Give it here,” said Velvet taking the garment. “This is one of those stains which is easy to get rid of, if you know how.”
“But I don’t know how,” sighed the young helper.
“You are here to learn,” Velvet replied leading her back into the laundry.
“So you’re Ivy’s daughter,” said Enid appearing next to a woman hiding behind a tree in the park watching as the investigator took Edward away.
“And you must be my Aunty Enid, ex Head of the Fairy Godmothers,” she replied. “By the way, I do have a name.”
“Your Mother didn’t bother telling me what it was,” said Enid.
“Did you ask her?”
“Can’t remember, it was the first I’d heard that she had a daughter,” Enid replied.
“Well the name is Natasha,” she replied. “Nat for short. God knows where she got it from.”
“That is our Mother’s name,” said Enid.
“The only person I can think of called Natasha is that interior designer,” said Nat. “And I can’t imagine Mum being any sort of relative of hers.”
“Yes well, she’s your Mother’s Mother,” said Enid.
“Yes, well I’m sure you didn’t drop by just to introduce yourself,” Nat replied, trying to look hard.
“No, I came here to ask why you conspired with that low life,” Enid looked towards the car taking Edward away. “To nearly kill my daughter.”
“Your daughter?” Nat asked.
“Myrtle,” Enid replied.
“Does that mean she’s my cousin?” Nat asked.
“Yes, though I don’t think she’s all that impressed with cousins at the moment, what with your brother and you,” said Enid.
“I didn’t know,” Nat muttered. “He said it was someone who mucked up his latest get rich scheme.”
“And that’s enough for you to kill someone?” asked Enid.
“I didn’t know it would have that effect,” Nat replied. “And anyway, she isn’t dead.”
“No thanks to you,” snapped Enid.
“All I did was move the stuff from site to site,” Nat insisted. “Edward was the one who decided what it was and what went in it.”
“Thank-you,” said the investigator, stepping out of the shadows and arresting Nat. “That should be enough to put her and Edward away.”
“Good,” said Enid.
“How could you!” shouted Nat.
“You nearly killed my daughter,” said Enid.
“But I’m your niece,” Nat pleaded.
“Not a very nice niece,” said the investigator.
“No,” Enid agreed and watched as they got into the car. “Now I’d better go and tell Myrtle what I’ve done before someone else does.”
By Janice Nye © 2020