Читать книгу The Child’s Secret - Amanda Brooke, Amanda Brooke - Страница 13

Heading away from the Mansion House, Sam and Jack looked up at the same time as the sun made a late appearance through the slate grey cloud that had hung over Calderstones all day. Lifted from the shadows, the park came to life; the verdant greens of the lawns and foliage took on a new vibrancy and the late spring blooms were dazzling.

Sam shook his head. ‘Now the sun decides to come out! If they’d hung around a bit longer, they would have seen the gardens in all their glory,’ he muttered, referring to the group of councillors who had been touring the city’s parks to help decide how best to use some recently acquired European funding. Sam had helped Jack put together a project for Calderstones that, amongst other things, would reinstate the full-time role of park ranger.

‘Oh, I don’t think a bit of sunshine would change anything,’ Jack said. ‘You mentioning how you volunteer your time out of hours – now that didn’t help our cause. Why pay for a ranger when there’s someone daft enough to do it for free?’

‘They have to know the service is still needed, still used.’

‘Sorry, I know it’s your baby and good on you for keeping it going,’ Jack said. When he saw Sam’s jaw clench, he put his hand on his shoulder. ‘You need to find something else in your life, mate. No one should love their job as much as you do. It’s not natural!’

Sam tried to look offended but then smiled. ‘Someone has to keep this place going while there are so many others leaving like rats from a sinking ship.’

Jack bowed his head a little. ‘I never thought I’d be one of them, but I would have been mad not to take the job when it came up. And I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to having a landscaping budget that won’t be slashed before I’ve signed off the first order.’

‘You know what they say about the grass being greener,’ Sam warned, although his heart wasn’t in it. Jack’s new job as landscaper for a construction company sounded ideal for his friend and he wished him well.

‘I know, and between you and me, I’m terrified. I’m already working up my first scheme and I’m going to have to put a team together pretty quickly when I start in a few weeks. I want to hit the ground running so if you’re looking to move on yourself …?’

Sam was already shaking his head. ‘No, thanks,’ he said, and then his words caught in his throat as a thought struck him. ‘But if you’re taking people on, give me a shout. I may be able to put someone your way, if only for general labour.’

‘Sure, but it was you I was after, Sam.’

‘Sorry, Jack. I’m not looking for a new challenge. I’m happy where I am, you know that.’

‘You’re easily pleased, I’ll give you that. You don’t ask much from life, do you, Sam?’

It was a rhetorical question and a subject that Jack had raised regularly. He couldn’t accept that Sam should be content with his minimalist existence. ‘Would it shut you up for once if I told you that I’m courting a young lass?’

Jack came to a stop and began stumbling over his words. ‘You’re joking? You? No, I don’t believe it. Sam McIntyre has actually asked someone out on a date?’ he asked, then laughed when he caught the look on Sam’s face. ‘She asked you out, didn’t she?’

‘Anna,’ Sam said by way of an answer. ‘One of the teachers from St Mary’s. We’ve gone out a few times.’

‘So it’s serious, then?’

‘It’s a handful of dates,’ Sam corrected. He wasn’t yet sure if he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t deny he was enjoying Anna’s company and looked forward to their dates, but there was a long way to go before he would feel worthy of stepping out with a young, beautiful woman on his arm. The first time they had kissed, Sam had wanted to pull back and ask Anna if she was really sure she knew what she was doing, but he hadn’t been able to resist her, which she undoubtedly knew.

They carried on walking towards the main gate and Sam was too busy squirming under Jack’s cross-examination to even register that he was looking over in the direction of the Allerton Oak, not until he saw a small figure running away, her blonde hair billowing in the breeze like the sail of a ship. A month had passed since he had seen Jasmine, although she had played on his mind more than he would like to admit. She might not have realized but she had put her trust in Sam by believing everything he had told her, just like another little girl had once done, and he didn’t want to be proven a liar, not again.

‘Why don’t you invite Anna to my leaving do?’ Jack was saying. ‘It’s only a few drinks, no pressure, and the pub has plenty of exits in case the interrogation gets too much for you. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is going to want to meet her, including Sheila, and my wife will not forgive you if you don’t come.’

‘Maybe,’ Sam said, but he wasn’t even listening now. He made a rash promise to ask Anna along and then told Jack he had remembered something that needed checking before he headed home.

By the time Sam reached the tree, the only sign that the girl had even been there was a small ball of pink paper. When he read the note, it tore at his tender heart.

To my Wishing Tree,

I’m sorry Tree! You’re too old to be granting a stupid wish from a stupider girl so please don’t feel bad about it.

And I’m not making any more wishes because I’m going to help Mum and Dad myself. I don’t even care if I have to work all day and never ever sleep and I can’t sleep anyway because I keep hearing Mum crying. I’m going to make Mum and Dad brekfast I’m going to make Mum smile and maybe Dad will see I’m not a useless lump like he says and he’ll be happier too.

So don’t worry about the job for Dad and if you do have any power left to grant wishes then use it to make yourself better. I know you still hurt.

With all my love,

Jasmine xxx

Sam thought there was more than enough light in the apartment, but at Anna’s insistence he got up and moved towards the door where his finger hovered over the light switch. The cooling sun remained strong enough to pick out the scattered pieces of furniture and the slender figure of the woman who had arrived like a tornado in his life, spinning his head and his emotions and, at that particular moment, scattering pieces of paper across the dining table.

Anna’s dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders and she had a daisy tucked behind her ear, taken from the posy he had given her earlier. She had put the rest of the flowers in a pint glass, the nearest alternative he had to a vase, and they had been placed in the centre of the table while they ate dinner, only to be relegated to the window ledge once they began looking at Sam’s drawings. Anna opened up another sketch book now and squinted at the first page, only then noticing Sam’s prevarication. When she fixed him with her steely glare, he was forced into action and flicked the light switch, which chased away the shadows he hadn’t even been aware existed.

‘Let’s spread ourselves out,’ she said.

Scooping up a pile of Sam’s drawings, Anna proceeded to lay them out on the vast open space provided by the apartment’s bare, polished floorboards. Next she picked up the two wine glasses from the dining table and motioned Sam to sit amongst his drawings before joining him.

‘You have to do something with these,’ she told him. ‘And I don’t mean pasting them onto a worksheet for the Year Fours.’ Her eyes soaked up every detail of the countless sketches of squirrels and magpies, primroses and azaleas. He had even found beauty in the litter strewn along the paths, but his most impressive collection of sketches was of the thousand-year-old tree. Sam had recorded its life through the seasons, up close and from a distance. In one he had drawn bare branches that exposed its age, and in another captured its strength as it raised its heavy, green canopy towards the life-giving sun.

‘Such as?’

Anna lined up the sketches of the tree. ‘We could create a story about the Wishing Tree.’

‘We?’

Taking a sip of wine, Anna was thoughtful for a moment. ‘I could write it and you could do the illustrations. We could make it into a book and even if we couldn’t get a book deal, we could self-publish.’

Sam scratched his beard. ‘Yeah, and circulate the story so even more kids can come along to throw litter at the tree.’

‘We could adapt the story so that the wishes don’t need to be written down.’ She nudged him. ‘You should bear that in mind next time I make you tell the story. Just tell the kids they have to touch a branch and it will read their mind and hey presto, no litter.’

The frown had appeared on Sam’s face before he had a chance to hide it.

‘What?’

‘I don’t want to give the children false hope,’ he said. He looked into Anna’s eyes and tried to soak up her enthusiasm, but his conscience wouldn’t be eased as he thought of a small shoebox he kept tucked beneath his bed out of sight. It was decorated with sheets of origami squares and was one of the more colourful of his possessions, if not the most precious. It was where he kept all the paper cranes he had made over the years, hundreds of them … and the last two were made from bright pink paper; one containing a wish and the other a declaration that had felt more like a plea aimed directly at Sam’s heart. While he understood that feeble wishes were no replacement for action, he couldn’t leave such a burden on the shoulders of an eight-year-old child.

Every time he met Anna, he had wanted to hear news of the little girl, but so far he had resisted asking directly and, of course, Jasmine was not one of Miss Jenkins’ most notorious pupils and so hadn’t been mentioned since their first date.

Anna put down her glass and inveigled herself into Sam’s arms with little resistance. ‘Is it such a bad thing to have a little magic in our lives?’

The warmth of her body melted Sam’s resolve and he found himself saying, ‘What about that girl who went missing from your class? She went home thinking her dad was going to get a job because she had asked the tree.’

‘You read her wish?’ Anna asked. She had placed her hand on his face and, feeling the glow of his cheeks, found her answer.

‘I’m sorry I did now because I feel responsible,’ he confessed. ‘Which is why I’ve been thinking of a way I might be able to help.’

Sam then went on to tell Anna about Jack’s plans and how he might be persuaded to offer Jasmine’s dad some work. Anna confirmed that Finn was still a regular in the pub so she didn’t think he had found a job yet. Sam already knew this from Jasmine’s second note but he said nothing; he had shared enough of her secrets and would share no more.

‘Maybe that tree of yours does have special powers after all. What if it wasn’t a coincidence that you found a job opportunity? Maybe you’re a vessel, carrying out the tree’s wishes,’ Anna said. She was trying to sound mystical but the effect was lost when she laughed.

Sam wasn’t about to be drawn into a world of the supernatural but neither was he ready to give up on the idea of granting a little girl’s wish. ‘So will you help me then?’

‘Seriously?’

‘You know this Finn a bit, so you could engineer a meeting,’ he said as if the idea had only just occurred. ‘I’m going to Jack’s leaving do in a couple of weeks. We could meet up in the King’s Arms first and, if the gods are on our side, Finn might be there too. I could mention where I’m going and drop into the conversation how my pal is taking on labourers. You said he worked in a builders’ merchants so I’m guessing he’s got some transferrable skills that Jack could put to good use.’

‘You’ve got this all worked out, haven’t you?’ she asked as she took the glass from Sam’s hand and set it down on the floor next to her own. She leant into him, pushing him back until he was pinned down against the hard surface of the floorboards. Anna’s body was supplicant by contrast but just as immovable. ‘So am I invited to this leaving do?’

‘Actually, Jack did mention it, but I thought it would be a bit too soon,’ he added, not sure if he was still talking about the invitation. Their relationship so far had amounted to only half a dozen dates and while there was plenty of kissing, they hadn’t taken it further, not yet.

‘I would like to meet your friends,’ Anna said as she leaned in to brush her lips lightly over his. ‘I’d like to get to know you so much better.’ She kissed him briefly.

He wanted Anna, of that there was no doubt, but there would always be a part of Sam that resisted getting closer emotionally. But Anna was already close physically and he had no desire to push her away.

‘Invite me, Sam,’ she whispered in his ear.

Aware that Anna hadn’t agreed to help with Jasmine’s wish yet, Sam was done for. ‘Do I have a choice?’ he asked.

Anna could sense victory and kissed him again, more deeply this time. When she lifted her head, her nose was wrinkled. Pulling the flower from her hair, she trailed it across Sam’s chin. ‘That beard of yours is going to leave my face red raw by the morning,’ she promised.