Twisted Agendas (2 page)

“Dad, they don’t hand out certificates for standing in a production line.”

Darragh turned away from the television and scanned his son’s face, a handsome face, though not classic like his father’s. Danny’s chin not so precisely chiseled, the upper lip
not bowed enough. What they did have in common was height, both men being five-eleven in socks, tanned complexions and crops of wavy jet-black hair.

As Darragh sat erect, the recliner rose obediently to support his back. “That’s a shame. Did you see her outside?” His father smiled.

Danny didn’t answer.

“I parked her by the front door.”

He met his mother’s eye. She shrugged before snipping off a tiny shoot that fell to the floor.

“‘Metallic azure blue’ is her colour,” said his father, who peered over at his wife and winked. “Aye, she’s a great motor. Very nifty.”

“I warned you not to buy it until we’d… ”

“Warned?” His father’s right eyebrow lifted.

“I asked you not to buy it until we talked,” Danny said.

“Any manager working for me needs a better car than that piece of scrap you’re driving. You’re representing my company.” His father laughed unexpectedly. “Wait till
you take her for a spin. That’ll soon change your mind.”

Danny turned to look at the television as a vulture landed on the hind flank of a zebra carcass and placed its bald head inside a gaping, scarlet hole in the animal’s underbelly.

“Darragh, how can you watch that so soon after eating?” his mother said. “I thought tonight’s programme was about the Thomson gazelle.” She snipped another shoot
off her plant, inspected it cursorily and cast it into a mounting pile in the nearby wastepaper basket, then looked over at Danny. “Did you do anything exciting in your free time?”

“A lot of thinking and sorting,” he said, and looked at his father who was watching the television.

“You two go somewhere else if you want to talk,” his father said.

His mother’s nose flared when she glanced at her husband. She patted one side of her combed back auburn hair secured with a broad tortoise shell clasp. “I told you to do nothing
about that car until he came home, but you never listen to me Darragh, do you?” She pushed the footstool aside, rose and picked up four of the potted transplants. “Danny, will you bring
in the rest of those and put them on the kitchen window sill so they’ll catch the morning sun?”

“Helen, for Christ’s sake,” her husband said. He seized the remote and turned up the volume.

She looked at Danny and rolled her eyes.

As soon as his mother left, Danny’s father lowered the volume. The pair sat in silence until the programme cut to an advert break.

“Dad?” Danny cleared his throat. “We must talk.”

“What, now?”

The tick of the Vienna clock behind him seemed suddenly very loud. “Before I begin, I need you to not interrupt.”

Darragh said nothing.

“Okay?”

“Go on.”

“I’ve been allowing you to make decisions for me that
I
should make. This was fine when I was younger. But I’m nearly twenty-one and it’s not anymore.” He
paused and scoured his father’s face to see if he was listening. “I’m going to do things differently and need you to understand that so you don’t get confused.”

“I’m already confused.”

“No interrupting.”

“Make it snappy. The programme’s about to come on again.”

Danny took a silent, deep breath. “I need some time away to think things through… where I’m going in life and stuff.”

“What’s to think through? You’ve got a job with a future and a fiancée who looks great and has a damned good business head on her shoulders.”

He decided not to dilute the conversation by joining the issues of his work and fiancée. Susan was already a member of the family in his father’s eyes. His mother was not so
welcoming but would not go against her husband’s wishes, at least not overtly.

“The job’s not giving me satisfaction, Dad.”

“Ach, are you going to start up about the marketing job again? You’ll get there when I judge you’re ready.”

“Here you go again. Let me
finish
.” Danny paused to allow his command to sink in. “I’ve decided to leave the dairy for a while to… ”

“
Leave
?”

“It’s not just the job. It’s everything.”

“Ah, I see your strategy.” His father slammed his palms into the armrests and laughed. “I see what you’re up to now. No problem.”

Danny’s jaw slackened.

“You’re slow on the uptake but you do learn, I’ll give you that,” his father added. “Maybe there’s a bit more of me in you than I thought.”

Danny wolfed down the compliment. “I thought you’d be angry.”

“No way. This is exactly what I want from my managers.” His father’s eyes glittered and he lowered his head as if it was heavy with wonder. “Tactics are the wheels of
business.”

“What are you… ”

“A sharp man always chooses his moment.” His father glanced at the television before turning back to Danny. “Programme’s back. Listen, leave it with me and I’ll see
what I can come up with.” He threw back his head and guffawed. “You got me fair and square this time. Wait till your mother hears how you played me to get a raise.”

He watched dumb-struck as his father turned away. “This isn’t about a raise.”

“Shush. A smart man also leaves when he’s winning.”

“Dad, I’m going to London to do a language course. German.” His innards shook like a dangling trout he’d once caught. “Think of it as a mini-sabbatical. Many people
take one at some point.”

“Interesting.”

Like a salesman, Danny moved now to clinch the deal. “You’ve said many times that you’d like to expand into Europe one day and I’m sure you’d agree Germany would be
a brilliant place to start now they’ve finished absorbing East Germany. It’s a huge market and I’ll be able to help with the negotiations for leases and supply contracts and
stuff.” He paused for a response, but his father said nothing. “Well, that’s it. I’ll leave you in peace to enjoy the programme.” Danny walked quickly to the door.

As he touched the brass door handle, his father said, “Help me get this straight, son. You’re going to London to learn German?”

“That’s it.” He pressed down on the handle.

His father was silent for a moment. “Now I might not be a smart man, but would Germany not be a better place to learn German?”

“The school specialises in teaching professional people.” Danny opened the door.

“There’s also the matter of London itself,” his father said.

“What do you mean?”

“Full of degenerates that place. You’ll end up using drugs.”

“I didn’t in Belfast.”

“Belfast’s different.”

“Right, they’ve only been blowing people to bits for years there.”

“Naïve young Irish people get into trouble in England.”

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Danny’s veins. “It’s time you gave me some credit, Dad.”

His father tutted. “Going away to think about life. I’ve never heard of the likes.” His father sat up erect again. “You’re not leaving here. End of
story.”

Danny rushed back into the heart of the room. “No matter how I try, you
never
listen. I’m responsible for my… ”

“Act responsible then. You’ll have a wife in a few months. What’s she say about this nonsense?”

Danny didn’t speak for a moment. “I need to do this.”

His father’s cheeks turned purple. “What’s needed is for you to help grow my business.”

“I don’t need your permission.”

“A loyal son would be thankful his father’s got a viable business that can offer him a future. I had to start from scratch because your grandfather had nothing but thirty acres of
heather to… ”

“I’ve heard all this before, Dad.”

He looked at Danny fiercely. “I asked you what Susan said about this.”

“I’m going to London.”

“If you do, it’ll not be for a couple of months. It’ll be for good because I won’t take you back. I’m not paying for you to go on some fool’s
errand.”

“I’ve got my own money.”

“Get the hell out of my sight.” His father jerked brutally back on the recliner. “Why can’t you be like my other trainee? Aye, that lad knows who puts the butter on his
bread.” His father’s lips puckered and relaxed as he stared at the television. “That new car’s going to him first thing on Monday morning if you haven’t come to your
senses. As well as the raise I was going to give you.”

His stomach felt as if a swarm of migrating monarch butterflies were inside, their huge wings beating against its delicate lining. He needed to see Susan alone right now.
They’d been sitting with her mother drinking tea in the living room for ten minutes, having first discussed the likely value of a crystal bowl that arrived from a relative of Susan’s
who’d just learned of the engagement, and now were on the list of guests to be invited from his side of the family. The wedding was over three months away, yet Susan and her mother’s
lives had begun to revolve around the planning. Danny rose and walked over to the window, planted his hands on the mahogany sill and watched a ragged vector of wild geese slicing across the thin
blue sky.

“Would your mother be upset if we didn’t invite Rita?” Susan’s mother asked, her pen poised above the list of names.

His mother and Rita had been friends for years. She was the sister his mother never had. Even her second marriage to a wealthy English dentist and her subsequent removal to Guildford three years
ago had not diminished their friendship.

“Mum would mind.” He gripped the edge of the sill and pressed down so hard with his thumbs the nails flashed white round their tips. “Susan, do you fancy a ride
somewhere?”

“We have to cull this list,” Susan’s mother said, and she sighed just like his fiancée did when she felt put upon. “It’s already over two hundred guests. I
feel it’s best to keep it to family, and by family I mean only down as far as second cousins.”

“That’s reasonable,” Susan said. “Though we’ll have to keep my boss in, Mother. He’s sure to give me a decent present.”

Three years Danny’s senior, Susan was an accountant, but having failed to secure work with a large accountancy firm in Belfast due to the mediocrity of her degree, had had to settle for a
position with a solo-practitioner in a nearby town.

“Let’s drive to the seaside, Susan.”

She came over to the window and gazed out at the landscape of forested hills in the far distance. “It’s a bit breezy?”

“You can be silly, Susan,” her mother said. “Danny wants you to himself. Off you go. I’ll rim the list and run it by you later.”

Traffic was light and it took Danny just twenty-five minutes to reach the coast. The sun streamed from between gaps in the clouds, the powdery sand was cold to the touch.
Pungent clusters of seaweed, pieces of smooth beach glass and fragments of shells littered the water’s edge. A man and young girl sat reading on a checkered rug. Further up the strand, behind
a large chunk of silver driftwood, two youths and a collie played with a frisbee. Susan gripped her hand around his forearm and they walked in silence for a minute, Danny observing a man fishing
from the seawall, she staring ahead.

“I wanted to see you alone because there’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

“Is something wrong?”

“This whole marriage thing’s happening a bit fast for me.”

She unlinked her arm but didn’t speak. Her eyes darted from his to a flock of wheeling gulls moving toward the crest of a nearby bluff where the crushed-stone blue coloured walls and white
cross of a convent stood sentinel. A shifting breeze pushed the heavy air into Danny’s face as he swept his gaze from her to where the sea and sky merged slate on steel.

“What are saying Danny?”

“Remember I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I wasn’t all that happy about my job?”

“Oh, not this again.” She laughed. “Everything’s going great for us.”

“We’re very young. Don’t you think we’re rushing this a bit?”

“We’re ready.”

He was silent for a moment. “I’m leaving work for a while.”

“That’s ridiculous.” She stopped walking and turned to him. “You’re being groomed to take over.”

“My brother’s still in business school.”

“I wasn’t going to mention this,” she said, and then paused till she caught his eye. “Your father and I chatted after we got engaged.”

“You did?”

“He’s got great plans for the business and they include you at the highest levels. That’s why you can’t leave.” She squeezed his arm. “You need to be around
to make sure the big opportunities come your way. The early bird gets the worm every time. Your brother’s got three years of school yet.”

Danny stiffened. “I’ve decided to go to London.”

“A holiday? Now?” Her amber eyes reminded him of a lemur’s. “There’s so many things we need to do for the wedding and… ”

“We have to postpone the wedding.”

An explosive silence arose, that was punctuated by the reverberating barks of the excited collie as it tried to anticipate the instant when its owner would send the frisbee arcing through the
air.

“Postponement’s not possible,” she said finally. “Daddy’s already paid for the reception. The honeymoon package is non-refundable.”

His head dipped and he glanced at the ground just like he always did when cornered in an argument. But then he remembered he could allow this no longer. Pushing away his anxiety he met her stony
eyes. “I know this is a shock but these things can be changed.”

“Have you listened to a word I said? Postponement is not… ”

“There’s no reason we can’t change the date.”

“I said, postponing our wedding is not… ”

“Susan we can change the date.”

“Why the hell are you talking like a parrot? You’re destroying my life.” She stopped walking and her mouth fell agape. “Oh my God, this isn’t about a
postponement.”

“Both of us rushed into this based on our fathers thinking it’s a great thing for everyone concerned. They’re talking about financial stuff. Not about love and living together
for a lifetime. What’s the problem in stepping back to make sure this is right for us?”