The old emotions, of love, worry, and frustration flooded back and when he couldn’t go on, she gently urged him, ‘It’s always best to talk about things, Dave. And you know whatever you tell me, I will never repeat it to a living soul.’
So, he went on and told her about the night when it all came to a head. He related how his father had walked out, and the subsequent events of that night. Not since he had unburdened himself to Eli, had Dave spoken of these matters. Finally, he explained how it all went wrong, and of how his mother’s life slipped away while she was in his arms.
‘D’you see what I mean?’ he asked Maggie brokenly. ‘She loved my father so much, and yet she still ruined his life … all our lives.’
Maggie was deeply shocked and saddened by the story. Dabbing at her eyes, she could now understand what the lad had meant when he spoke of hoping to do right by Lucy.
‘You can’t measure yourself against your mother,’ she assured him. ‘Because she spoiled your life and the lives of your father and grandfather, it doesn’t mean to say that you might ruin Lucy’s life. You are made differently, my lad.’ She felt instinctively that there was something else, something he wasn’t saying. ‘Can I ask you something?’
‘Anything.’
‘Tell me honestly … do you love Lucy?’
Dave took a moment to answer. ‘Yes, I do love her,’ he said, ‘it’s just that …’ He shrugged. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m sorry, Maggie, I shouldn’t burden you with all this.’
The woman persisted. ‘Before you came here, when you were a boy, was there someone you felt strongly about?’
Judy came immediately, to mind. ‘I had a friend,’ he said. ‘A girl by the name of Judy. We told each other everything.’
‘A friend – is that all she was?’
Surprised by her question, Dave looked up. ‘We were just children,’ he said. ‘Judy’s father delivered the milk, and we played together. She was a lot like Lucy, kind and thoughful, and I loved her very much … like a sister, or a friend. Maybe more than a friend, Maggie – but we were too young to know about such things.’
His heart ached. ‘Sometimes, when I think of home, I think of her and I miss talking with her. She knew what was going on in our house, and she understood. When there was trouble and I was worried, I could confide in her, and she would always listen.’ He smiled fondly at the memory of her. ‘Judy was my best and only friend.’
Maggie sensed his heartache. ‘Of course you miss her,’ she acknowledged. ‘What happened to you, Dave, was a terrible thing. To have everything you cherished torn away from you, must have been unbearably hard.’
All the same, she needed him to be sure. ‘I know you love Lucy,’ she acknowledged. ‘It’s in your face when you look at her, and in the way you treat her. But it needs to be the kind of love that builds a marriage. To have that depth that binds you together for the rest of your lives. Don’t compare what you and Lucy have with what your parents had. You mustn’t be afraid, Dave. You are your own man, and you must draw strength from knowing that Lucy has promised herself to you.’
‘I know all that,’ he said. ‘And I do love her. I want to protect her … to give her all the things she wants out of life.’
‘It’s you she wants.’ Maggie wouldn’t let it go. ‘And that’s wonderful – as long as you love her in the same way. Do you, Dave? Do you love her with every fibre of your being, the way a man loves his woman?’
‘How can I know that?’ he asked helplessly. ‘All I know is that I do love her. Isn’t that enough to build a life on?’
Maggie thought it probably wasn’t. When he had spoken of the girl Judy just now, there had been something extraordinary in his voice – a certain magical essence that was lacking when he spoke of Lucy. But then again, she reminded herself, Dave had referred to this Judy as a sister, an only friend when his whole world was falling apart. Of course he would have special feelings for her – and besides, if it was anything deeper, he would have gone back for her … wouldn’t he?
Lucy’s voice cut through her thoughts. ‘Dave! Come and dance with me!’
Excusing himself, Dave went to Lucy and, taking her in his arms, he moved her round the stage. Giggling quietly, they both sang the Elvis song, ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight’, and with her head resting on his shoulder, they were in a world of their own.
And from where Maggie stood, they looked as much in love as any other engaged couple she had ever known.
GRADUALLY, ALL THE lamps outside the barn were being extinguished. The stable hands had gone off to their quarters, and a chill night wind had started to blow. The black sky was full of a million cold and distant stars.
Within the shadows of the stable block, a deeper shadow stirred, as Seamus crept about with a can of petrol. Murmuring to the horses, who whickered at the unfamiliar smell, he carefully poured some petrol into each stable. That done, he secured every door behind him, callously trapping the horses inside.
Lastly, he came to the stallion. ‘Whisht there, Madden. Hello, boy,’ he crooned. ‘You’re a real beauty, aren’t you, eh?’ Agitated and nervous, the stallion was beginning to fidget. ‘We’re the same, you and me,’ Seamus said, talking softly. ‘We’re not loved or wanted by anyone.’ He smiled. ‘And we have the same dark nature …’
Hearing voices, he crouched low and listened. ‘Ssh … ssh,’ he whispered to the horse. He didn’t want to be discovered now, not when everything was almost done, and all it needed was the stroke of a match.
Over by the big barn, Maggie was saying good night to Dave and Lucy. ‘Good night, you two. See you in the morning.’ Her distinctive Scottish burr carried through the night air.
Seamus peered over the stable door. Through the trees, he could see Dave and Lucy pressed up against a wall, kissing, too close, too passionate. He saw red. ‘That spoiled bitch’s father isn’t the only one who needs teaching a lesson! Look at her, the little whore!’
Over by the wall, in Lucy’s hot embrace, Dave was reluctant to let her go. He longed to make love to her again – but Maggie and Frank would be waiting to see her off to bed … Blood surged through him as he kissed her deeply, again.
‘Bastard!’ The Irishman, watching, could hardly contain himself. ‘He stole my job, my woman and my future. I can’t let him get away with it!’
Madden could sense danger in the air, and he fiercely resisted when the man saddled him up, ready for a ride. When the animal threatened to rear, Seamus gave it a hard thump across the head.
‘Don’t start your tricks with me, or you’ll be sorry!’ Taking a whip from the wall, he held it where the stallion could see. ‘Want me to lay this across your back, d’you?’ he growled.
Over by the barn, Dave thought he heard something.
‘What’s wrong?’ asked Lucy.
‘Ssh!’ Dave quietened her and concentrated. ‘I thought I heard something over by the stables.’ His neck hairs stood on end. ‘I’d best go and check.’
‘I’m coming with you.’
‘No!’ If there was anyone lurking about, it was best for her to remain here, safe. ‘Do as I ask. Stay here. Don’t move, and don’t make a sound.’
Sensing something bad, Lucy did as she was told.
Stealthily,