"Sure I will," he said agreeably.
"It"s just that would make me feel much better," Hilary said.
"I"ll be there, but where"s the problem? Couldn"t you just have called a taxi or something?"
"I could could have, but it makes me look a bit lonely and sad. I"d love my nice son to come and pick me up." have, but it makes me look a bit lonely and sad. I"d love my nice son to come and pick me up."
"I"ll be there, Mam."
"I"m not interfering? Upsetting a date or anything?"
"You know me, Mam. It"ll have to be a very speedy girl to catch me." He laughed.
"I mean it. We all hope to meet someone we like. I don"t want to stand in your way."
"You don"t, Mam. You never did. Maybe I"m not the kind of guy anyone would fancy long term."
"Oh, well, we"ll see," Hilary said.
"Adi, should we do something about Clara"s reception?" Linda asked.
"What can we do?" Adi wondered.
"Well, we could show a bit of solidarity. It"s hugely important to her, as I know to my cost."
"She"s forgiven you about the cake sale."
"I know. I want to do something. Could you and I offer to be waitresses or something? Save her money?"
"We could ask her, I suppose," Adi said.
They offered, but Clara said no. She thanked them but said she would be too edgy and nervous that night. They wouldn"t see her at her best.
"But we never see you at your best," Linda said, a little too honestly. "I mean, we see you ranting and raging about nothing here and we survive it." Something about her mother"s face made her make a hasty addition. "I mean, of course you see us us in bad situations too. Like Adi being soppy and soft in the head and me being ...well, I suppose a bit confused." in bad situations too. Like Adi being soppy and soft in the head and me being ...well, I suppose a bit confused."
It didn"t calm the troubled waters quite as Linda had hoped. But Clara hadn"t taken offense about it, which was a relief. In fact she seemed touched and surprised at Linda"s self-knowledge.
"You"re both very good to offer to help and if there is is anything nearer the time I"ll certainly call on you," she said. "But I have lots of people lined up to help." She had to remember not to say that without Hilary the whole project would have died long ago. It was hugely important that Linda never knew how much of a friend Hilary would always be. anything nearer the time I"ll certainly call on you," she said. "But I have lots of people lined up to help." She had to remember not to say that without Hilary the whole project would have died long ago. It was hugely important that Linda never knew how much of a friend Hilary would always be.
On the day of the reception they were all at high doh in the clinic. They had set up tables for wine and soft drinks and coffee at one end of Lavender"s room and another where food would be displayed at the other end. They lined the wall with chairs for those who needed to sit down. The doors were opened into the other parts of the clinic, with Johnny"s equipment pushed well back but his exercise charts prominently displayed on the walls. The treatment cubicles had been changed into a highly acceptable cloakroom with rails for people"s coats, and two girls from a nearby school would hang up each person"s coat and give them a colored ticket.
There had been huge compet.i.tion to do this job as it was rumored that two pop stars, a well-known actor and several television personalities were going to be among the guests.
The patients had been invited too, and all the members of the board.
"What do we have to do?" Mrs. Reilly asked suspiciously. Everyone knew what Mrs. Reilly would would do. She would tell them that her improved heart condition was entirely due to the personal intervention of some saint and hand out leaflets about the curative powers of said saint. The clinic would not feature in her praise. But they couldn"t leave her out. Mercifully, she decided that she had other fish to fry that night. do. She would tell them that her improved heart condition was entirely due to the personal intervention of some saint and hand out leaflets about the curative powers of said saint. The clinic would not feature in her praise. But they couldn"t leave her out. Mercifully, she decided that she had other fish to fry that night.
"Our Holy Mother must have explained to Our Lord that Mrs. Reilly would be better not at the clinic," Ania said cheerfully. Clara and Hilary looked at each other. They had often said that the marvelous , pious Polish people who had come to Ireland had done the great service of making Irish Catholicism look modern and liberal by contrast. But they said nothing, apart from nodding gravely in agreement.
Other patients might be more supportive, like Judy Murphy, who would tell anyone that the clinic was essential to those who wanted to live independent lives. Or that great woman Nora Dunne, with her piebald hair and her burning eyes, whose husband, Aidan, had regained his will to live. She was such an advertis.e.m.e.nt for them, particularly since she was a convert, with all the zeal that a convert brings. She had been so sure that the life with her gentle husband was over when he had his heart attack and now they seemed to feel immortal as a couple.
Even Lar, with his obsessive wish to make everyone learn something new every day, would be a good amba.s.sador for what they were doing. Lar was remorselessly cheerful. If anyone asked him how he was, he always said that he was fighting fit and that a lot of rubbish was talked about heart failure. All you had to do was control it. If they had hired a PR firm to send out the message, they could never have come up with anything as good as Lar.
Ania had made them all name badges in big clear writing: green ones for patients, red ones for the staff and yellow for the guest lecturers.
"You haven"t done a label for yourself," Clara said, surprised.
"Oh, I wouldn"t be worth a label," Ania said. "What would I know if somebody asked me about the clinic?"
"More than most people. Do the label, Ania, this minute, or else I"ll do one for you!"
"That"s very kind of you, Clara."
"And Johnny has a friend who is a photographer who"s going to do a staff picture before it all begins, all of us with our names on us. There"ll be a copy for everyone and if we like it we"ll put it up on the wall here." Clara was full of enthusiasm.
"I can send a copy to Mamusia, to my mother. She will be so proud to see me as part of a team over here."
Clara swallowed hard. There was something about this girl that made people feel protective about her and ashamed at the same time. Ashamed that they weren"t more grateful for all they had, compared to what Ania had. Clara had bought a new jacket for the night. A cream-colored brocade, piped with red. It fitted her perfectly. She had been back to Kiki the hairdresser and looked as good as she had ever looked. She did a fashion parade in the kitchen before she left.
"You don"t look as if you should be parking your own car. You should be drifting out of a limousine." Adi was full of admiration.
"You know, you could be in your fifties," Gerry said admiringly.
"I am am in my fifties, Gerry." in my fifties, Gerry."
"Early fifties," he said. "Forties even ..." His voice trailed away.
"Are you on the pull, Clara?" Linda asked with interest. "Any man in particular?"
"No, I"m after many men, and many women too. What I"m after is getting recognition and support for work which I think is important."
"But you"re all dressed up like a dog"s dinner," Linda said.
"I have to try and sell the whole concept of this to people who are successful, and they wouldn"t listen to me if I went in a cardigan, with my hair in rat"s tails and wearing some kind of a pillowcase!"
She looked so totally different from this image that they burst out laughing.
"Oh, and do you know what I"d really like, Linda? If I get overexcited and have a gla.s.s of wine too many, could you come and collect me?"
"Sure," Linda said. "Don"t get too bladdered now and spoil the whole effect."
"No, I"ll try not to get...er ...bladdered," Clara said and left for the clinic.
"I shouldn"t have said she looked in her fifties," Gerry said.
"No, honey, it"s fine. She knew what you meant," Adi consoled him.
Linda rolled her eyes to heaven and said nothing. It was absolutely terrifying what people did for love. Adi used to have a sort of a mind of her own. Once.
They had the group picture taken.
Johnny"s friend Mouth Mangan was a kindly man who understood that this was the the picture of the night for the people involved. He had arranged it in such a way that the smaller members would be standing on a step and the others not. They would look very equal, which was the purpose of it all. picture of the night for the people involved. He had arranged it in such a way that the smaller members would be standing on a step and the others not. They would look very equal, which was the purpose of it all.
Mouth said they were all to look over his left shoulder as if they had seen something amazing there and say the words "beer mat." This made them all laugh and he took the picture at once. Then they were to say the word "sympathy" and they all looked more serious. That was it. Over and done. Mouth had taken away his tripod and was setting up his other camera to take pictures of the celebrities.
"Do you do weddings?" Declan whispered to Mouth.
"I"m great at weddings," Mouth Mangan confided. "I can do all the officials in eight minutes flat!"
"Officials?" Declan was bewildered.
"You know: Bride, Bride and Groom, Bride and Groom and attendants, Bride"s parents, Groom"s parents, all all parents. Makes it easier and quicker if there are no divorces, remarriages and second families-" He looked at Declan questioningly parents. Makes it easier and quicker if there are no divorces, remarriages and second families-" He looked at Declan questioningly "No, nothing like that."
"Then I mix and merge among the guests and give you a contact sheet and you order what you want and put what you want on a Web site. When is it? The wedding?"
"We haven"t set a date yet," Declan said a little wistfully.
"Well, she"d better get a move on." Mouth was practical. "I don"t have too many Sat.u.r.days free in the next year and a half."
The place was filling up. The staff with their red badges introduced themselves to everyone. Frank Ennis watched, surprised, as they swung into action.
"Do I get a red badge too?" he asked Barbara.
"Wouldn"t say so, Mr. Ennis. You"re only the hospital, aren"t you? It"s not as if you were a member of the clinic here," Barbara said.
"Or even a friend to it," Clara said sweetly.
"You look very lovely tonight, Dr. Casey," he said.
"And you scrubbed up well too, Frank. Nice tie. Did your girlfriend choose that for you?"
"Sadly, Dr. Casey, I am not blessed with a girlfriend," he said.
"You mean you"re available?" available?" she said in mock excitement. "Lord, I wonder do the many unattached ladies coming here tonight know that?" she said in mock excitement. "Lord, I wonder do the many unattached ladies coming here tonight know that?"
"I didn"t say I was available," he said loudly.
And Hilary covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing aloud.
Bobby Walsh arrived with his wife and son. Carl was pushing his father in the wheelchair. Mrs. Walsh"s hard eyes ranged the open-plan clinic with some surprise. They showed even more surprise when she saw some well-known faces there. Surely that was ...? And that woman was definitely a television celebrity. What was she she doing here? A well-known businessman was talking to an actor. How had that shrewish woman who ran this place brought them all together? The bad-tempered Clara Casey was looking extraordinarily well tonight. Probably had a face-lift. Rosemary Walsh wished she had dressed more carefully herself. She hadn"t known it was going to be so smart. doing here? A well-known businessman was talking to an actor. How had that shrewish woman who ran this place brought them all together? The bad-tempered Clara Casey was looking extraordinarily well tonight. Probably had a face-lift. Rosemary Walsh wished she had dressed more carefully herself. She hadn"t known it was going to be so smart.
She saw Ania nearby, so she took off her coat and handed it to her, "the clinic"s Polish maid."
"Make sure it"s put on a hanger," she said.
Clara had seen and walked over to them. "How good good to see you, Mrs. Walsh. Looking for the cloakroom, are you? Just down there at the end." to see you, Mrs. Walsh. Looking for the cloakroom, are you? Just down there at the end."
"I thought...?" Rosemary Walsh began.
"Yes, I thought everyone could read the sign easily, but apparently not. Next time we must make it bigger. Come with me, Ania. I want you to introduce me to Father Flynn." And they moved off, leaving Rosemary Walsh more fuming than she had ever been in her life.
The speeches were short and to the point. Frank Ennis, who had, of course, insisted on speaking, was actually quite good. He was even rather gracious about the clinic and its elegant director, Dr. Casey.
Then the formalities were over and when everything seemed to be going well, Clara rang Linda.
"Sorry, love, it"s Clara here."
"And you"re p.i.s.sed!" Linda said, proud to have identified the situation.
"I wouldn"t say that, but then us hopeless drinkers always say that, but I think I"m beyond driving."
"Okay, will I come down now?"
"Yes. Come in and have a gla.s.s of wine."
"How"s it all going?" Linda remembered to ask.
"Amazingly well, and you should see the style," she added.
"You don"t sound too p.i.s.sed," Linda said grudgingly.
"You know what it"s all about. Holding it all together."
"I"ll get a bus there now," Linda promised.
"Take a taxi. You don"t want to be parading your finery in the bus. Take a taxi. I"ll pay"
"Oh, I"m to get dressed up too?"
"Well, I know you won"t come in your jeans," Clara said. She dared not say any more or Linda would be suspicious. But she knew her daughter well enough to realize that she had sent enough messages about smart attire.
Clara introduced Bobby to a man who had once played rugby for Ireland; he was animated in the conversation. She noted too that Ania was deep in conversation with Bobby"s son, Carl. Rosemary Walsh stood on her own, her mouth set in a fury. She reminded Clara of someone. Then she remembered. Rosemary Walsh"s face was like Clara"s own mother"s face. Ready and willing to disapprove of whatever presented itself.
Claras mother had not come. She"d been invited but said she had a bridge game and that she couldn"t be expected to support every lame-duck cause that her daughter came up with. It was a relief that her mother wasn"t there.
It would also be a relief if Rosemary Walsh would collect her coat from the cloakroom and leave now. But life didn"t work like that.
Clara fixed the smile back on her face and introduced Rosemary to a bank manager.
"You"re never a heart patient?" he said gallantly. It was exactly the right thing to say to Rosemary, so Clara joined in to reinforce it.
"Mrs. Walsh"s husband, who is much older than she is, is one of the people who has done very well here at the clinic. Hasn"t spent a day in hospital since he came to see us first. He"s a great supporter, and he"s here tonight, over there with his son."
The bank manager was impressed, and Rosemary looked less beached than she had.
Clara had also introduced the good-tempered priest Father Flynn to a millionaire with the instructions that he wasn"t to divert the millionaire"s money entirely to his own center.