was fast asleep.
Tom stayed with him for a while. He held his hand, and watched him sleeping. His tearful eyes roved over that small, familiar face, and for a precious time he lay beside him, oddly content just to watch him sleep.
In those precious moments of quiet, he could almost hear the boy’s heartbeat, as regular as a clock counting away the minutes.
Tom closed his eyes and whispered a prayer. ‘Dear Lord above, please help me to be strong, and forgive me if you can. And it would give me some peace if you could find your way to making Casey’s wishes come true. Could you show him the way to become a fine musician? It isn’t much to ask, is it, not when he’s already losing so much in his turbulent young life?’ He felt guilty and so very sad.
When, a few moments later, Tom found himself falling asleep, he clambered off the bed and, after making sure Casey was resting easy, made his way downstairs.
His father was sitting in the armchair beside a warm, crackling fire.
‘Oh, ’ere you are, Tom. I were beginning to think you’d gone to bed, an’ all,’ he remarked cheerily. ‘Mind you, I nearly nodded off meself a minute or two back. I’ll not be long afore I make my own way up them stairs, I can tell you.’
‘It was a while before Casey closed his eyes,’ Tom explained. ‘He had so many questions. His main worry was how to get the guitar mended, after Ruth smashed it to pieces.’
The old man tutted angrily. ‘Smashed it to pieces, eh? Shame on the woman! That was a terrible, wicked thing to do, even for her!’
Tom, too, had been astonished at the violent way in which she’d smashed the guitar into the wall; almost as though she was taking her rage out on a living thing … a person, maybe.
Bob went on thoughtfully, ‘Don’t say anything to the lad just yet in case it comes to nothing, but I recall somebody talking in the pub last week. They’re thinking of having a piano player of a Sat’day night, and it seems there’s a fella round these parts who knows a great deal about musical instruments and such. Mebbe he can rebuild that guitar?’
The idea gave Tom a deal of contentment before the feeling of sadness took hold again. He closed his eyes and thought of Ruth, and he regretted with all his heart the pain she had caused that young boy.
His own pain was of no importance compared to other issues, but he felt really hurt for Casey, who had his whole life ahead of him, with all its unexpected twists and turns.
The old man had seen the change in his son’s manner. ‘You look like somebody lost,’ he said. ‘Sit yersel’ down, lad. I’ve poured you a drop o’ gin. It’ll help wash your troubles away.’ He gestured to the tumbler on the small table. ‘Get it down you, lad. It’ll do you a world o’ good.’
Making a smile, Tom took the glass and settled in the opposite armchair beside the fire. Being closer now, he observed the rosy glow in his dad’s weathered old face, but it was the twinkle in his eye that gave him away. ‘Looks to me like you’ve started without me,’ Tom laughed. ‘Not that I blame you, because we both need a tipple after what’s happened.’
The old man nodded. ‘There’s nowt wrong wi’ a drop o’ the good stuff now and then, so long as you don’t let it become a habit. Everything in moderation – isn’t that what they say? A little drop occasionally, that’s the trick. Enough for you to celebrate when you’re on the up, and lift your spirits when you’re down.’
Tom agreed. ‘So, where are we now, up or down?’
‘Well, with you having to leave your wife, I’d say we were down a while ago, but now that you and my grandson are ’ere with me, safe and well, I reckon we must be on the up. So, to my mind, that calls for another little tipple.’ He held out his empty glass. ‘Not too much, mind. We’ve things to talk through, and I need a clear ’ead on me shoulders.’
So, they had a second little tipple, and talked into the late hours. Tom explained how Ruth had been sleeping with one of his workmates, and that she’d entertained him in their own house, in their own bed, and worse, ‘Young Casey was right there, outside the bedroom. He actually heard the man’s voice from inside, and when he felt the need to tell me, she started on him. Like a wild thing she was.’
The old man was shocked. ‘Aye, well, there’s no accounting for some folks, and if you ask me, you did right in leaving. I’m glad you brought the boy ’ere. I’d have done exactly the same!’
A moment later, having knocked back his tipple, he got out of his chair and gave a long stretch. ‘I’m off to me bed, son, afore I drop off in the chair. See you in the morning, eh?’
Tom gave a little nod. ‘Good night, Dad.’ He watched his father amble across the room. ‘Sleep well, and thanks again. If it hadn’t been for you taking us in, I don’t know what might have happened.’
The old man turned round. ‘It’s what any man would do for them as he loves.’
His kind words struck a deep chord with Tom. On a sudden impulse he went across the room and, taking his father into a deep hug, he told him, ‘All my life you’ve been an example to me. I hope I’ve done the same for my boy.’
Surprised by Tom’s fierce display of affection, the old man held him at arm’s length. ‘I know you’re upset about everything, but you’re not to worry, son. As for being a good father to your own son, nobody could have done better. I promise we’ll be fine, all three of us. One way or another, we’ll sort it out and, like you, I’m determined young Casey will get his chance.’ He smiled sincerely. ‘Even if it means me trying to mend that guitar meself. Trust me, son, that little lad will have his time.’
Patting Tom on the back, he confided, ‘It’s you I’m worried about. You look like you’ve been through the wringer. I noticed straight off, from seeing you last week, you’ve lost weight. Oh, I can understand how this business with Ruth would bring you down … bring any man down, I’m sure!’
He lowered his voice. ‘The thing is, I can’t help but feel you’re not telling me everything.’
Resting his hands on Tom’s shoulders, he asked him outright, ‘Be honest with me, son. Is there summat you’re not saying? Summat else that’s caused you to turn your back on house and home? Though God knows, what with yer wife carrying on like that, and then upsetting that little lad, that’s more than enough to send a man off the rails. All the same, I need you to be honest with me. So, is there summat?’ He looked Tom in the eye. ‘You can trust me, son. Whatever it is, you know I’m here to help.’
Sidestepping his father’s direct question, Tom shook his head. ‘You already know the problem, and now here you are, right in the middle of it, when I should be dealing with it myself. I’m sorry, Dad. I truly never meant for that to happen.’ Casting his gaze to the floor, he finished lamely, ‘Truth is, things have got on top of me, and I can’t help but wonder … how will it all end.’
‘Tom, now you listen to me!’ Struck by Tom’s heartfelt words, Bob told him firmly, ‘I’m all right with being caught up in your troubles. When a family’s in need, we all pull together, isn’t that the way it’s allus been? If I needed a home, I know you would never turn me away. We’re family, and families look after each other. God willing, I’ll be here for you for as long as the Good Lord sees fit to let me live. D’you understand me, son? If you’re in trouble, it’s my trouble as well, and so long as I’ve got a roof
