Short and Sweet Part 5

His frown changed into a wry smile. *It will if we don't watch out. I've thought about you all year. You're even prettier than I'd remembered.'

He set his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. *Either you run away now or we give this a chance .a.a.'

She didn't run away.

John was not only attractive, he was fun, in a quiet understated way. And she didn't want to die a childless spinster.

Of course Marissa didn't stop crowing about it for years.

Jodie didn't care. She loved growing flowers and three children seemed like just the right number, especially when they were John's children.

Dolphins at Dawn.

Anna's Notes.

We live in a similar house to the one I've used in the story, with dolphins swimming past regularly and our own jetty. I like watching the young dolphins best. They're as playful as puppies.

It was inevitable that I'd use what I see from my window every day as the setting for a story.

Sara fell in love with the house at first sight. Who wouldn't? A town house with its own small jetty on a waterfront block. She'd lived in several parts of the world, but Western Australia would always be home and, after the accident, she'd moved back here to the holiday town of Mandurah.

The sale went through quickly, though not quickly enough for her.

The day she moved in, her neighbour was just getting out of his car in the next carport. He stopped to nod politely and would have turned away if she hadn't moved forward and held out her hand.

*I'm Sara King, coming to live next door.'

*John Barraby.' He shook her hand, nodded again and went indoors.

So much for getting on with the neighbours. He clearly wanted nothing to do with her.

She could see a little girl watching them through the window of the house. When Sara smiled and waved to her, the child's face brightened and she lifted one hand.

The man called out, his voice carrying clearly through the open windows, and the child vanished from sight.

Miserable fellow! Would it have hurt him to crack a smile?

Then the removal men arrived with her furniture and she forgot all about her neighbour as she directed them where to put it. There wasn't much, but she'd buy other bits and pieces as she needed them.

That evening Sara went to sit on her jetty, tired after unpacking her boxes. Below her dangling feet the clear water lapped against the piles. She stared down at it, mesmerized by the fractured patterns of light and the little fishes darting around in groups.

A pelican flew past. A cormorant sat on the next jetty, long neck hunched into its body.

She sighed blissfully. She was going to enjoy living here.

It was the dolphins who brought her and her young neighbour together. The first morning Sara saw them, she rushed outside, entranced. They were swimming in the ca.n.a.l right next to her block, several adults and two babies. The babies were playing together in the middle of the ca.n.a.l, rolling around in the water like puppies.

Joy filled her as the adults moved past, their bodies leaving smooth circles in the surface of the water when they dived. One came up with a fish in its mouth. Another splashed her as it twisted in the water, and she could swear it'd been looking up at her.

*They often come past at this time. I like to watch them.'

Sara turned and smiled as she saw the child sitting on the next jetty. *I do, too.'

Not until the last grey dolphin had vanished from sight did she turn and limp into the house.

*Have you hurt your leg?' the child called.

*Yes. I was in a car accident in England.'

*Kerry! Come back inside this minute.'

*Daddy doesn't like me to pester the neighbours,' the child whispered, hurrying off.

The next morning Sara watched the dolphins on her own. When she turned to stare at the house next door, she saw a face at the upstairs window and a hand waved briefly, so she put up one hand to fiddle with her hair, afraid if she waved back openly the child would get into trouble.

A few evenings later there was a frantic knocking on Sara's front door.

When she opened it, Kerry was there, tears streaming down her face. *Come quickly! My dad's fallen downstairs and hurt his leg.'

Sara found her neighbour lying at the foot of the stairs unconscious, blood trickling from a cut on his lip, a bruise already staining his forehead. One leg was twisted at an unnatural angle.

*We need to call the ambulance. And don't touch that leg. Where's the phone?'

*In the kitchen.'

*Stay with him. If he wakes up, tell him I'm calling for help.'

But when she went back into the hall, the man hadn't stirred.

*He's not dead is he?' the girl sobbed.

Sara put an arm round her. *No, he's not, just knocked out. I think his leg might be broken, though. The ambulance will be here soon to take him to hospital.'

Kerry clung to her, sobbing.

*Could I call anyone to help you, your mother perhaps?'

*Mummy's gone to live in America.'

*Any other relatives or close friends?'

*No, just me and Daddy.'

There was a flas.h.i.+ng blue light outside and Sara ran to open the door.

After one of the paramedics had examined John, who was now half-conscious, he looked at Sara. *I'm afraid we'll have to take your husband to hospital.'

She limped across to join them.

*Are you hurt, too?' the ambulance officer asked.

*No. It's an old injury.' Before she could correct them about her relations.h.i.+p to John, one had hurried out to get the gurney, and then they were both occupied in lifting him on to it and wheeling him out.

As she closed the rear doors of the ambulance, the paramedic called to Sara, *See you at the hospital. Go to the Emergency Department.'

Kerry tugged at Sara's hand. *Will you take me?'

*Yes, of course. Let's make sure this house is locked up and you have some keys.'

Once that was done, Kerry went to the door, her eyes beseeching Sara to hurry.

*I'll just fetch my bag and car keys, and lock my place up.'

She stood for a moment next to her car, apprehension churning through her. She hadn't driven at night since the accident. But Kerry was looking at her so trustingly, she swallowed hard, summoned up her courage and got in.

All the way to the hospital, the little girl sat hunched in a tight ball. *He won't die, will he?' she asked once as they stopped at some traffic lights.

*No, of course he won't. It's only a broken leg and concussion.'

*Are you sure?'

*Pretty sure.'

*Can't you go any faster?'

*No.' Sara swallowed. *It's not safe to drive fast at night.'

Her husband had been speeding when the accident happened. Killed instantly, they'd told her afterwards, as if that would be a comfort. But she wished he'd lingered for a while, wished she'd had time to say goodbye to him.

When they arrived at the hospital, reaction set in and after she'd parked, she buried her head in her shaking hands.

*Are you all right?'

She forced herself to smile at the child. *I'm fine. It's just a long time since I've driven at night. I was .a.a. a bit nervous.'

In casualty they told her that Mr Barraby needed an operation for his broken leg. *When did he last eat?'

Sara turned to Kerry. *You were the only one with him.'

*Dad didn't have any tea,' she said, wrinkling her brow. *But he had a sandwich at lunchtime and a cup of tea about two o'clock.'

*Are you sure about that? Maybe he had a bar of chocolate or a biscuit?'

Kerry shook her head. *No. He doesn't like chocolate. And we forgot to buy some biscuits last week. He's been working at his computer all day. It was a rush job.'

That probably meant that Kerry hadn't had any tea, either, so Sara bought them something to eat from the hospital cafe. After that they went back to the waiting area.

It seemed a long time until a nurse came to tell them the operation had been successful. *But he won't be properly awake for hours yet,' she added. *You'd be better taking your daughter home, Mrs Barraby.'

Sara tried to explain that she was only the neighbour but the nurse had hurried off again. She looked down at the anxious child. *I suppose I'd better take you home with me. Or perhaps you'd rather I found a social worker and-'

Kerry looked terrified. *Please don't do that! If you let me stay with you, I'll be really good, I promise.'

Not until they got into the car did she add, *Daddy and me don't like social workers. When my mummy married again she went to America and she wanted to take me with her. Only I wouldn't go. The social workers said I could try living with Daddy but they're still watching us.'

Sara nodded. That explained John Barraby's wariness. *Well then, you can definitely come home with me. I'll give the hospital my phone number.'

As she was tucking Kerry up in bed, the little girl put her arms round Sara's neck and gave her a hug. *Thank you for letting me stay. Can we watch the dolphins together in the morning? They always make me feel better.'

*Yes, of course. I like watching them too.'

It was a long time before Sara got to sleep. She wasn't at all sure her neighbour would approve of her looking after his daughter, but there was no one else and there were still two or three weeks to go before school started again after the summer holidays.

She smiled as it occurred to her that the hospital staff still thought she was his wife. She'd correct that the next day, or he would. In fact, he'd probably have sorted it all out. But if he was wary of getting tangled up with social workers, who knew what he'd have said. She'd better be careful till they compared stories.

In the morning Sara and Kerry got up early and stood on the jetty together. The water was choppy, but not from boats pa.s.sing. Several sleek grey shapes were curving in and out of the water and the two baby dolphins were back playing together. Water slapped gently against the two jetties and seagulls circled, hoping to s.n.a.t.c.h something from the dolphins. Their cries were so much harsher than the ones in Europe.

*Aren't the dolphins lovely?' the child asked, taking her hand and smiling.

They watched the dolphins herd the fish to the ca.n.a.l wall. Silver shapes twisted and leaped out of the water, trying to avoid being caught, while a pelican hovered nearby, ready to s.n.a.t.c.h any stunned fish that came close enough.

Sara rang the hospital at eight o'clock and the nurse said, *Ah, yes. Mr Barraby is awake and asking for you to bring in his daughter. Shall I transfer you?'

She didn't want to risk being overheard. *No. Just tell him Kerry's fine and we'll both be there in an hour or so.'

He was in a private room and she hesitated by the door as Kerry ran across to hug him. He still looked pale and when he thanked Sara for looking after his daughter, it was obviously an effort.

She remembered from her own accident how the anaesthetic lingered and how dopey she'd felt.

A nurse came up to them. *Ah, your wife is here.' He didn't bother to explain that she wasn't his wife and when Sara looked at him in puzzlement, he put one finger to his lips and looked at her pleadingly.

Not till the nurse had left them did he say, *I wonder if I can ask you to look after Kerry for a day or two, Ms King, just until I can hire someone to housekeep for us while I'm incapacitated?'

*Of course.'

As he hesitated, his daughter said, *I've told Sara about Mum and the social workers.'

*Ah.' He looked at her anxiously.

*I quite understand your position and it doesn't make any difference to me. I'd love to have her. She's been no trouble and I'm enjoying having company.' Sara saw him relax visibly.

*Thank you, Ms King. Um a you don't go out to work?'