Chapter
Thirty Two
At the start of his Tuesday shift at Hill Crest, Newton had
apprised Marjorie of the latest turn of events. She'd been
horribly shocked at learning of the attack on Sarah Thompson's
husband and absolutely horrified at the mention of Jason's
arrest. He'd assumed Donna would have broken the news to Marjorie
already.
Jeffrey Newton scowled at Donna's mother-in-law. "Your
not eating won't help Jason." He folded his arms, adding:
"Marjorie, Myra informed me you stayed in bed all of
yesterday and this morning."
She gave him a grimace: "After having hardly slept
Sunday night. Thankfully the dreadful barking from the dog
that disturbed my rest has stopped now."
"Get up, Marjorie, and eat your lunch," he
told her in a harsh tone, in an effort to prompt a little
enthusiasm.
Marjorie pushed herself up on her elbows and, with obvious
reluctance, allowed him to help her into her chair and wheel
her to the dining room. He stayed nearby, noticing she only
picked at her lunch. Other residents were giving her knowing,
sympathetic glances.
Either Marjorie wasn't hungry or she was avoiding the
empathy saturating the room. He stepped away toward her neighbour,
a resident in need of assistance with cutting his food. He
noticed Marjorie push her plate aside.
"Jeffrey, before you go
" He raised
his head. "I'd like you to know I'll be having my supper
in my room. I don't need the sympathy from these old farts."
He sighed aloud. He should have known Marjorie would
opt for the solitude of her room, preferring to sleep, keeping
the worries from her mind.
Newton was doing rounds collecting supper trays when he entered
Marjorie's room. He switched on the light, glanced around
and noticed her rollaway table held her supper, untouched.
He gently shook her.
She opened her eyes, looking surprised at the lateness.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Marjorie sat up as quickly as her weary body would allow.
"Well, out with it, Jeffrey. You look like the cat who
got the cream."
"Donna phoned about five minutes ago. I'm sure
you'll be delighted to hear Jason is going to be released
soon."
Marjorie reached out to him; he walked into her hug.
"Oh, Jeffrey, thank God! I told you Jason hasn't done
anything wrong. He's a good boy. I knew they'd let him go
in the end."
He took her hands. "I knew that bit of news would
cheer you up, Marjorie. But don't get too elated just yet.
Jason is being released on police bail because their evidence
against him isn't strong enough. He could still be charged
at a later date. The police will no doubt be carrying on with
their enquiries."
Marjorie pulled her hands free and wagged her finger.
"Jeffrey, I'm ashamed of you. You know as well as I do
that there is nothing to enquire about. Jason is completely
innocent."
"I'm sorry Marjorie, but I'm afraid I don't share
your confidence in your grandson. There have been so many
incidents, and he's been giving Donna a terrible time with
his lies
"
The older lady threw herself back against the pillows.
"If you're going to keep talking like this, I'll be asking
you to leave. I will not have you calling Jason a liar."
He put on his best disarming smile. "Marjorie,"
he breathed, "forgive me. I hadn't meant to be offensive.
These last few days have put a strain on all of us."
Marjorie relented. "All right. I admit it was kind
of you to keep me up to date with all the goings-on."
She narrowed her eyes at him: "But, you must promise
me you won't speak about Jason like that in my presence. And
I warn you, don't ever say anything against Jason to Donna."
He let his chin drop to his chest. "I promise,
Marjorie. I wouldn't hurt Donna for the world, you know that."
He levelled his gaze to hers, an idea forming in his head.
"In fact I'll pop over to see her as soon as I finish
my shift this evening. I'm sure she wouldn't mind my offering
her some words of comfort."
Marjorie relaxed deeper into her pillows and closed
her eyes. "Jeffrey, I'm so glad Donna has got you to
take care of her."