Live the Dream (27 page)

Strolling round the market square, Luke did not feel the biting wind as it tugged at his face and blew open his jacket. After spending most of his time in the factory or at home, it was always a pleasure when Tuesday came and he could be outdoors, in the fresh air.

Dressed in his forest clothes of brown cord trousers, thick dark jumper and heavy boots with his cap pulled well down over his ears, he was unrecognisable as the suave young owner of Hammonds, and that was the way he wanted it to be.

After leaving Sylvia with Georgina, he had gone straight to the cabin, and only realised he was out of paraffin when he'd wanted to light the stove. That meant he could not cook, so somewhat reluctantly he had left the cabin in the late morning to come to Blackburn market to pick up a drum of paraffin. After that he would make his way to Tooley's Cafe for an early lunch, and, hopefully, a glimpse of Amy and the boy.

On the other side of the market, Amy had pulled Johnny into a nearby doorway. 'The wind's getting up strong,' she said, fastening the top button on his coat. 'We don't want you catching a chill, do we, eh?'

The boy stood patiently while she tightened his belt and drew his cap down low over his forehead. 'Are we going to see Daisy?'

'Later,' she answered. 'First I need to get a few things from the market. We won't stay out long, though. It's much too cold for a bairn like you.'

Glancing up at the dark clouds, she tutted. 'If I'd known it was going to be as bad as this, I'd never have brought you out.'

'I like coming out.'Johnny slid his hand into hers. 'I don't like it when you leave me behind.'

'Well, that's all very flattering, lad!' Stepping out on the cobbles again, Amy tickled him under the chin. 'I thought you liked staying in the shop.'

'I do,' he said, 'but only when you're there.' ,

She laughed. She really enjoyed Johnny's company, and whenever she could, she would take him with her, if only to give Maureen time to visit her husband in prison—a secret between them—or to hunt for some suitable job to which she could take Johnny, and which continued to be difficult to find.

'Come on now, Johnny.' Grabbing him by the hand Amy tugged him out of the doorway. 'Let's get the shopping done, then we can go and see Daisy.'

They hadn't gone far when they came face to face with Luke. He had purchased his paraffin and was also on his way to Tooley's Cafe.

'Hello, young man.' He addressed himself to Johnny, but it was Amy he really wanted to speak to.

Johnny was thrilled to see him again. 'Oh, Amy, look!' He began jumping up and down on the spot. 'It's the man.' He stopped jumping to ask Luke wondrously, 'Have you got your friend with you?' He stared about. 'Can I see?'

Luke shook his head. 'I'm sorry, son,' he smiled. 'She won't come out of the forest. She doesn't like people very much.'

'She might like me?' Johnny's face had fallen with disappointment. 'I won't frighten her.'

'I know that,' Luke acknowledged. 'As a matter of fact, if she was ever going to make a new friend, I'm sure it would be you,' he humoured the little fella. 'Only she won't come out of the forest, you see, not for anybody.'

Johnny's disappointment melted into a bright, eager smile. 'We can go to her.' He looked up at Amy with pleading eyes. 'We can, can't we, Amy? We can go to her, and she'll make friends with you as well?'

Amused, and pleasantly comfortable in Luke's company, Amy refused. 'I'm sorry, Johnny. We can't go to the forest,' she told him gently.

'Why not?'

'Well, for a start, we haven't been invited, and it's rude to invite yourself.'

'Consider yourself invited,' Luke interrupted; though why he had said that, he didn't know, because he had never yet invited anyone to the cabin, and had no intention of doing so. And yet here he was, inviting Amy without a moment's hesitation. Suddenly, and quite unforeseen, he realised that, if he could manage to persuade her to visit, in a strange kind of way he would be living his dream—or at least beginning to. From an inauspicious start suddenly this Tuesday would indeed be special.

'See, Amy!' The boy was delighted.

Amy was flustered. 'It's very kind of you,' she told Luke, before addressing Johnny. 'Sorry, sweetheart, but we can't go. I haven't done my shopping yet. And, anyway, your mammy will be expecting you back soon.'

'Mammy won't mind,' his face dimpled into a mischievous little grin, 'so long as you don't run away with me.'

Amy laughed. 'No, I won't do that,' she promised. 'But I do need to go and see Daisy…I told her I'd be there, and you know how she watches for us.'

Having pleaded with Amy and got nowhere, Johnny turned to Luke. 'Please, Mr…tell her, will you?' he urged. 'It'll be all right…tell Amy it'll be all right.'

Luke put out his arms in a gesture of hopelessness. 'It looks like your Amy doesn't want to come to my log cabin.' He turned to her. 'We're not ganging up against you. Only, like Johnny here, I really would like you to come back with me, if only so you could meet my special friend.' Gesturing to the paraffin, he added hopefully, 'I've got my paraffin, so I can promise you the best cup of tea you're ever likely to get.'

Dangerously tempted, Amy looked from one to the other. 'I don't know…I did promise Daisy…' The Tuesday man had such a gentle but sad face, and he was so good with Johnny that Amy instinctively felt safe with him. Besides, hadn't he already saved the little boy from serious harm?

'Please Amy! Please!' The boy's voice cut through her thoughts. 'Daisy won't mind, I know she won't.'

Shushing him, she asked Luke, 'If we were to come with you—and I'm not saying we will—we'd need to be back here within a couple of hours.' I must be crazy, she thought. What am I thinking of? Yet she really did want to go.

Excited by the possibility of having her near for even a short time, Luke answered assuredly, 'Fifteen miles either way, and twenty minutes at the cabin. There's time enough.'

'Oh, please, Amy!' Sensing that she might be weakening, the boy couldn't keep still.

'I don't even know your name,' Amy told Luke. 'We've hardly met.'

'You can call me Ben.' Though he had impulsively invited Amy and the boy to his sanctuary, he wasn't yet ready to let his name be known. 'I'm quite amiable, and I really do make the best cup of tea in Lancashire. Moreover, I'll have you both back here so you'll still have time to do your shopping and see your friend Daisy. But, it's up to you. If you agree to come along, that would be wonderful. If you refuse, I would understand, and there would be no hard feelings.'

'Are you sure it would be all right for me and Johnny to come to your cabin?' Amy asked worriedly. 'What would people say?' She was thinking of Jack and Daisy in particular.

'None of their business,' he answered firmly. 'Besides, you and the boy are the only two who know about my hideaway, and I would ask that you don't divulge it to anyone.'

Amy readily agreed to that. 'As you say, it's none of their business. In any case, from what you say, I expect we should consider ourselves highly honoured. Should we?'

When she softly laughed he laughed with her. 'You most certainly should!' he declared. 'And when you see my humble cabin, I hope you'll give me your honest opinion.'

His laughter felt companionable to her and, warming to him by the minute, she conceded, 'All right! Me and little Johnny would be happy to come with you, as long as you get us back here within two hours.'

'Agreed.' His whole face lit up and Amy knew he was genuinely delighted. Gesturing towards the perimeter of the marketplace he told them grandly, 'Your chariot awaits.'

As they climbed into the car, Johnny was excited, and Amy was amazed at such luxury: smooth carpet and red leather seats, and even a soft blue rug to cover their knees. She'd already begun to realise that Luke was not in any way an ordinary working man, despite his workaday clothes. His voice was a bit posher than her father's or Jack's, and his hands were smooth, with neat nails.

'This is a lovely vehicle,' she said. Making sure Johnny was comfortable in the back, she climbed in beside him and wrapped the rug round them both. 'Sit tight, sweetheart,' she told him, 'and don't touch anything.' She had frightening visions of him opening the door and falling out.

'Ready, are you?' Disappointed that she had preferred not to sit in the front with him, Luke switched on the engine and slipped into gear. A gentle touch on the accelerator and they were away down the street.

When, a short time later, they began passing familiar sights .to leave Blackburn behind, Amy couldn't help but feel excited. The industrial outskirts of the town grew less dense, the streets were wider and already the air was cleaner.

As if concerned that she might be uneasy, Luke slightly turned his head to ask, 'You're very quiet back there. You're not sorry you accepted my invitation, are you?'

'No, course not!' Amy was quick to reassure him, 'I'm just wondering how far it is now, that's all?'

The gloomy, overcast day was quickly sliding into a kind of twilight. A moment ago they had turned off into a-country lane; unlit and eerie, it made her nervous, though Johnny appeared to be loving every minute of the ride, with his nose stuck to the window, while giving her a detailed account of everything he could see.

'There's lots of water,' he told her now, when they were speeding along through the countryside. 'And stones and trees, and everything.' He laughed with excitement. 'I'd like to play down there.'

'That's the brook,' Luke enlightened him. 'It means we're only half a mile from the cabin, but you'll not be able to see very much from here on as the woodland thickens, so much so that the daylight is shut out in places.'

'I don't know if I like the sound of that,' Amy said. 'It must be gloomy in winter.'

'I love it,' he told her, 'but you needn't worry. I created a large clearing before I began to build. There's plenty of sky and space immediately round the cabin.'

Amy was impressed. 'You mean you built the cabin yourself?'

Luke smiled at her through the rear-view mirror. 'Isn't that what men do…build things?'

Amy gave a cynical little laugh. 'Not the men /know.'

Intrigued and a little perturbed by her remark, he asked, 'And how many men have you "known"?'

Amy explained. 'None to speak of. There's my father, who's the loveliest man in the world. He can drive a wagon and sell snow to Eskimos, but I doubt if he could ever build a cabin. Then there's the only other man who ever seriously meant anything to me, and he would tell you himself, he couldn't even build a fire.'

Her mind went back to the days when she and Don were happily making plans to be man and wife, and all too soon those plans lay in ruins. 'No. You'd never see the day when Don Carson would tackle building a cabin.' Suddenly she wanted to talk about Don to this kind, gentle man who had invited her to share his private place. It was a way of finally exorcising Don from her life as a bad thing and turning him into a bit of a joke, a harmless, slightly foolish figure without the power to hurt her any longer.

One small memory made her chuckle. 'He once put up some shelves in my parents' shop. When it was finished, our mam put a few containers of biscuits up there and the whole lot fell down, taking half the wall with it.' ,r In a quieter, more serious voice, she revealed, The and Don were to be wed, but he backed out at the last minute.'

Not knowing what to say, Luke answered limply, 'I'm sorry.'

'No! It's all right.' Mortified at having confessed to something so private, Amy replied in a brighter voice. 'Happen it was just as well. I'm not sure I'd like shelves and cupboards falling down round my ears.'

They laughed at that, and then fell silent.

Amy considered herself fortunate to have got over the trauma of what Don had done to her. She had learned to be philosophical about it. What was done was done, and there was no changing it now, even if she wanted to, which she didn't. In some ways, she thought, she had had a lucky escape. She'd loved Don, yes, but she'd never quite been
comfortable
with him. It was as if she had felt he was holding something of himself back from her. And now, of course, she had her romance with Jack, who was open and honest as a man could be, and with whom she felt entirely comfortable—although not deeply in love.

Concentrating on skirting the many puddles in the lane, Luke reflected on what she had told him. He had no right to feel envious of this man Don Carson, but he did. In fact he thought the man was a fool for not going ahead with the marriage. To his mind, Amy was the loveliest person he'd ever met and, given half a chance, he would have been proud to take her as his wife. While Amy's face was open and honest and readable, Sylvia could, even before her illness, be such hard work. She liked to manipulate and her motives were often unclear. She was intriguing, beautiful and never dull, but nor was she, increasingly since he'd married her, entirely comfortable to be with.

'Well, here we are.' Slowing the car to a crawl, Luke manoeuvred down the narrowing trackway, and the further he went, the further behind them seemed the daylight skies.

Above them, the isolated pockets of light flickered through the tree-tops, creating little specks of dancing brilliance, and Johnny, like Amy, thought it was magical.

Then suddenly the trees that had blocked their path and made the going difficult, seemed to open a way before them, and they were in a large open clearing surrounded by woodland. Just within sight came the glimmer of water as it skipped and tumbled its way through the forest.

'Oh, it's just beautiful!' Peering through the window, Amy was mesmerised.

Luke drew the car to a standstill and pointed to the wooden building ahead. 'There she is,' he cried, 'my pride and glory.'

Clambering out of the car behind Johnny, Amy took stock of the cabin. Larger than she had imagined, it was like a miniature house, with a front door of sizeable proportions, and long, small-paned windows either side. The slightly crooked chimney only added to its charm, and the wide, beautifully built veranda was a visual delight, with its rustic table and chairs and a deep frill of wood, which went the whole way along the entire cabin roof.