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Home Visit She dialled the number. Holding the phone to her ear, the hard plastic felt strange against her clammy skin. Three rings. Four... Maybe he wasn't in on a Saturday. "Hello? Dr. Reed? This is Mrs Swan, Luke's mother," she said, so rapidly, that she couldn't even understand herself. She paused to take a breath, and started again, "I need you to come round. Yes, I know you're at home. Please, it's Luke. You know how much he means to me and I'm really worried. Please doctor, it's really quite urgent. You will? Half an hour is perfect. Oh thank you, thank you so much" The receiver made a thud as it was replaced, as if it was made from lead. She exhaled and relaxed her tense shoulders. Still a little jittery, she smoothed a few strands of her brittle, grey hair behind her ears. Her fingers ached. 40 years looking after her boys and tending to their needs had taken its toll and, nowadays, she had to endure terrible arthritis in umpteen joints. Her boys were her world. They had been her life. Now, only Luke remained with her. She walked to the kitchen. As she drew the chair away from the battered table, she grimaced; the pain of her fingers combined with the screech, which she despised, of the legs of the chair against the outdated, tiled floor made her frown. ...read more.


The jumper was definitely worth the pain from her frail fingers. After all, she thought, what was a mother for, if she didn't look after her sons? She dropped the yarn as the rusted knocker clunked against the thick wood door. A powerful knock. The echo of the metal rattled around the room. It must be the doctor. She got up as quickly as possible. A more impatient knock came. She rushed to the door. She paused before turning the latch - she smoothed her hair and placed a large smile on her face - she tried to hide her nerves. "Dr Reed. Hello, I'm so glad you came so quickly," The doctor gave a brief but genuine looking smile. He brushed past her and entered the house. "Is Luke in his room?" the doctor said authoritatively. He gazed at the 70's clad house. One side of the hall was completely wood panelled from floor to ceiling in ginger wood. The wall opposite was covered in printed paper, the vivid compilation of colours leapt into his eyes and the geometric print made him feel a little dizzy for an instant. "Yes, but I was hoping we could have a coffee in the kitchen first." He sighed impatiently. He knew he didn't want to spend more time here than he had to but he did pity her. It was probably the only conversation she would have all week. ...read more.


He must have realised. Yes. His eyes caught hers and immediately she knew that he knew. His eyes longed and begged. "Well as you know this man is a respected man. A doctor in fact," she spoke, with an undertone of cruelty and enjoyment that surprised her, "and as his mother I had to take care of things". She squinted down at her watch. The whole situation had made her feel youthful and lively, but she couldn't hide the fact that her sight had severely diminished as she matured. "10 minutes since you finished the coffee... You're the doctor you tell me how long you have..." she smirked with sinister pleasure and secretive relish. She watched impassively as the doctors head dropped and he slid off the chair, landing with a thud. She took the cup from his hand and rinsed it immediately; she would deal with it properly later. She was shaking but relief washed over her whole body. She walked to the base of the stairs. "Luke? Luke! I did it. Come down here and have a look. I've done it." She shouted up. She laughed as she realised that she was treating the whole situation very insignificantly, as if she had just finished the crossword or something. Luke was down in a flash. A changed man. He was back to normal. He walked over the body and placed two fingers on the doctor's neck. "You did it Ma! You didn't have to do this. Thank you" But that's Ma for you. She takes care of her boys. ...read more.

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