"Why?" demanded Harriet, fierce. They did not answer.
They took the child, trussed, unconscious, his tongue lolling, out of the room, down the corridor, and into another room that had a cement shelf like a bed in it. They put Ben on it, and then both stood up and sighed: "Phew."
"Well, there he is," said the young man. He stood for a moment, eyes closed, recovering from the ordeal, and then lit a cigarette. The girl put out her hand for one; he gave it to her. They stood smoking, looking at Harriet in an exhausted, defeated way.
She did not know what to say. Her heart was hurting as it would for one of her own, real children, for Ben looked more ordinary than she had ever seen him, with those hard cold alien eyes of his closed. Pathetic: she had never seen him as pathetic before.
"I think I"ll take him home," she said.
"It"s up to you," said the young man shortly.
The girl was looking curiously at Harriet, as if she were part of the phenomenon that was Ben, of the same nature. She asked, "What are you going to do with him?" She added, and Harriet recognised fear in her voice, "He"s so strong-I"ve never seen anything like it."
"None of us have seen anything like it," said the young man.
"Where are his clothes?"
Now he laughed, scornful, and said, "You"re going to put his clothes on and take him home, just like that?"
"Why not? He was wearing clothes when he came."
The two attendants-nurses, orderlies, whatever they were-exchanged looks. Then both took a drag on their cigarettes.
He said, "I don"t think you understand, Mrs. Lovatt. How far have you got to go, for a start?"
"Four or five hours" driving."
He laughed again, at the impossibility of it-of her, Harriet-and said, "He"s going to come round on the journey, and then what?"
"Well, he"ll see me," she said, and saw from their faces that she was being stupid. "All right, then, what do you advise?"
"Wrap him in a couple of blankets, over the strait-jacket," said the girl.
"And then drive like h.e.l.l," he said.
The three now stood in silence, looking at each other, a long, sober look.
"You try doing this job," said the girl suddenly, full of rage against fate. "You just try it. Well, I"m leaving at the end of this month."
"And so am I, no one sticks it longer than a few weeks," said the man.
"All right," said Harriet. "I"m not going to complain, or anything."
"You"ll have to sign a form. We have to be covered," he said.
But they could not easily find the form. At last, after a lot of rummaging about in a filing cabinet, they produced a slip of paper, mimeographed years ago, that said Harriet acquitted the inst.i.tution of all responsibility.
Now she picked Ben up, touching him for the first time. He was deadly cold. He lay heavy in her arms, and she understood the words "a dead weight."
She went out into the corridor, saying, "I"m not going through that ward again."
"Who could blame you?" said the young man, wearily sarcastic. He had got hold of a load of blankets, and they wrapped Ben in two, carried him out to the car, laid him on the back seat, and piled more blankets over him. Only his face showed.
She stood with the two young people by the car. They could hardly see each other. Apart from the car lights, and the lights of the building, it was dark. Water squelched under foot. The young man took out of his overall pocket a plastic package containing a syringe, a couple of needles, and some ampules.
"You had better take these," he said.
Harriet hesitated, and the girl said, "Mrs. Lovatt, I don"t think you realise-"
She nodded, took the package, got in.
"You can give him up to four shots a day, not more," said the young man.
As she was about to let the clutch pedal out, she asked, "Tell me, how long do you think he would have lasted?"
Their faces were white patches in the gloom, but she could see that he shook his head, turning away. The girl"s voice came: "None of them last long. But this one ... he"s very strong. He"s the strongest any of us have seen."
"Which means he would have lasted longer?"
"No," he said. "No, that"s not it at all. Because he"s so strong, he fights all the time, and so he has to have bigger shots. It kills them."
"All right," said Harriet. "Well, thank you both."
They stood watching as she drove off, but almost at once vanished into the wet dark. As she rounded the drive, she saw them standing in the dimly lit porch, close together, as if reluctant to go in.
She drove as fast as she could through the wintry rain, avoiding the main roads, keeping an eye on the heap of blankets behind her. About half-way home she saw the blankets heave and convulse, and Ben woke with a bellow of rage, and thrashed about, landing on the floor of the car, where he began to scream, not like the thin high automatic screaming she had heard at the inst.i.tution but screams of fear that vibrated through her. She stuck it out for half an hour, feeling the thuds that Ben made vibrate through the car. She was looking for a lay-by that had no other car in it, and when she found one, she stopped, let the engine run, and took out the syringe. She knew how to use it, from some illness of the other children. She broke open the capsule, which had no brand name on it, and filled the syringe. Then she leaned over the back of the seat. Ben, naked except for the strait-jacket, and blue with cold, was heaving and struggling and bellowing. His eyes looked up at her in a glare of hate. He didn"t recognise her, she thought. She did not dare unwind the jacket. She was afraid of injecting him anywhere near his neck. At last she managed to grab, and hold, an ankle, jabbed the needle into the lower part of his calf, and waited until he went limp: it took a few moments. What was this stuff?
Again she put him on the back seat under the blankets, and now she drove on the main roads home. She got there at about eight. The children would be sitting around the kitchen table. And David would be with them: he would not have gone to work.
With Ben a mound of blankets in her arms, his face covered, she went into the living-room, and looked over the low wall to where they all sat around the big table. Luke. Helen. Jane. Little Paul. And David, his face set and angry. And very tired.
She remarked, "They were killing him," and saw that David would not forgive her for saying this in front of the children. All showed fear.
She went straight up the stairs to the big bedroom, and through it to "the baby"s room," and put Ben on the bed. He was waking up. And then it began, the fighting, the heaving, the screaming. Again he was on the floor, rolling around on it; and again he flexed and bent and thrashed, and his eyes were pure hate.
She could not take off the strait-jacket.
She went down into the kitchen, and got milk and biscuits while her family sat and watched her in total silence.
Ben"s screams and struggling were shaking the house.
"The police will be here," said David.
"Keep them quiet," she commanded, and went up with the food.
When Ben saw what she held, he became silent and still, and his eyes were avid. She lifted him like a mummy, put the cup of milk to his lips, and he almost drowned as he gulped: he was starving. She fed him bits of biscuit, keeping her fingers clear of his teeth. When what she had brought was finished, he began roaring and flailing again. She gave him another jab.
The children were in front of the television, but were not watching it. Jane and Paul were crying. David sat at the table with his head in his hands. She said softly, for him to hear, "All right, I am a criminal. But they were murdering him."
He did not move. She had her back to him. She did not want to see his face.
She said, "He would have been dead in a few months. Weeks, probably." A silence. At last she turned. She could hardly bear to look at him. He looked ill, but that was not it....
She said, "I couldn"t stand it."
He said deliberately, "I thought that was the idea."
She cried out, "Yes, but you didn"t see it, you didn"t see-!"
"I was careful not to see," he said. "What did you suppose was going to happen? That they were going to turn him into some well-adjusted member of society and then everything would be lovely?" He was jeering at her, but it was because his throat was stiff with tears.
Now they looked at each other, long, hard, seeing everything about each other. She thought, All right, he was right, and I was wrong. But it"s done.
She said aloud, "All right, but it"s done."
"That"s the mot juste, I think."
She sat down beside the children on the sofa. Now she saw they all had tear-stained faces. She could not touch them to comfort them, because it was she who made them cry.
When she at last said "Bed," they all got up at once and went, without looking at her.
She took supplies of suitable food for Ben up to the big bedroom. David had moved his things to another room.
When Ben woke towards morning and began his roaring, she fed him, and drugged him.
She gave the children breakfast as always, and tried to be normal. They tried, too. No one mentioned Ben.
When David came down, she said, "Please take them to school."
Then the house had only her and Ben in it. When he woke, she fed him but did not drug him. He roared and struggled, but, she thought, much less.
In a lull, when he seemed worn out, she said, "Ben, you are at home, not in that place." He was listening.
"When you stop making all that noise, I"ll take you out of that thing they put you in."
It was too soon, he began struggling again. Through his screams she heard voices, and went to the banisters. David had not gone to his office, had stayed home to help her. Two young policewomen stood there, and David was talking to them. They went away.
What had they been told? She did not ask.
Towards the time the children were due home, she said to Ben, "I want you to be quiet now, Ben. The other children will be here and you"ll frighten them screaming like that."
He became quiet: it was exhaustion.
He was on the floor, which was by now streaked with excrement. She carried him to the bathroom, took off the jacket, put him in the bath and washed him, and saw that he was shuddering with terror: he had not always been unconscious when they washed him in that place. She took him back to the bed, and said, "If you start all that again, then I"m going to have to put that thing back on you."
He ground his teeth at her, his eyes blazing. But he was afraid, too. She was going to have to control him through fear.
She cleaned his room while he lay moving his arms about, as if he had forgotten how to do it. He had been in that cloth prison, probably, ever since he had been in the inst.i.tution.
Then he squatted on his bed, moving his arms and staring around his room, recognising it, and her, at last.
He said, "Open the door."
She said, "No, not until I am sure you will behave well."
He was about to start again, but she shouted at him, "Ben, I mean it! You shout and scream and I"ll tie you up."
He controlled himself. She handed him sandwiches, which he crammed into his mouth, choking.
He had unlearned all the basic social skills that it had been so hard to teach him.
She talked quietly while he ate. "And now listen to me, Ben. You have to listen. You behave well and everything will be all right. You must eat properly. You must use the pot or go to the lavatory. And you mustn"t scream and fight." She was not sure he heard her. She repeated it. She went on repeating it.
That evening she stayed with Ben, and she did not see the other children at all. David went up to the other room away from her. How she felt at this time was that she was shielding them from Ben while she re-educated him for family life. But how they felt it, she knew, was that she had turned her back on them all and chosen to go off into alien country, with Ben.
That night she locked the door on him, and bolted it, left him undrugged and hoped he would sleep. He did, but woke, screaming in fear. She went in to him, and found him backed against the wall at the end of the bed, an arm up over his face, unable to hear her, while she talked, and talked, using reasonable persuasive words against this storm of terror. At last he became quiet and she gave him food. He could not get enough food: he had really been starving. They had had to keep him drugged, and, when drugged, he could not eat.
Fed, he again backed himself against the wall, squatted on the bed, and looked at the door where his jailers would enter: he had not really understood he was at home.
Then he nodded off ... woke with a bellow; nodded off ... woke ... She calmed him, and he dropped off.
Days pa.s.sed; nights pa.s.sed.
He at last understood he was at home and safe. Slowly, he stopped eating as if every mouthful were his last. Slowly, he used his pot, and then allowed himself to be taken by the hand along the pa.s.sage to the lavatory. Then he came downstairs, darting glances around him to see the enemy before he could be captured again. As he saw it, this house was where he had been trapped. And by his father. When he first set eyes on David, he backed away, hissing.
David did not try to rea.s.sure him; as far as he was concerned, Ben was Harriet"s responsibility, and his was for the children-the real children.
Ben took his place at the big table, among the other children. He kept his eyes on his father, who had betrayed him. Helen said, "h.e.l.lo, Ben." Then Luke: "h.e.l.lo, Ben." Then Jane. Not Paul, who was miserable that Ben was there again, and took himself off to flump into a chair and pretend to watch television.
Ben at last said, "h.e.l.lo." His eyes were moving from face to face: friend or foe?
He ate, watching them. When they went to sit and watch television, he did, too, copying them for safety, and looked at the screen because they did.
And so things went back to normal, if that was a word that could be used.
But Ben did not trust his father; he never trusted him again. David could not even come near him without Ben freezing, and backing away, and, if he came too close, snarling.
When she was sure Ben had recovered, Harriet acted on an idea she had been developing. The garden had got badly out of hand last summer, and a youth called John came to help with it. He was unemployed, and did odd jobs.
For a few days he had cut hedges, dug up a couple of ailing shrubs, sawed off a dead branch, mowed the lawn. Ben would not be parted from him. He crouched at the French doors, waiting for John to arrive; then followed him around like a puppy. John did not mind Ben at all. He was a big, s.h.a.ggy, amiable youth, good-natured, patient: he treated Ben in a rough-and-ready way, as if Ben were indeed a puppy that needed training. "No, you must sit there now and wait till I"ve done." "Hold these shears for me, that"s right." "No, I"m going home now, you can come to the gate with me."
Ben sometimes whined and grizzled when John went off.
Now Harriet went down to a certain cafe-"Betty"s Caff," as it was known-where she knew he hung out, and found him there with some mates. This was a gang of unemployed young men, about ten of them, and sometimes there were a couple of girls. She did not bother to explain anything, for by now she knew that people understood very well-that is, if they weren"t experts, doctors.
She sat among these youths, and said that it would be two years, perhaps more, before Ben went to school. He wasn"t suitable for ordinary nursery school. She looked at John deliberately, in the eyes, when she used the word "suitable," and he simply nodded. She would like Ben taken care of during the day. The money would be good.
"You want me up at your house?" John asked, saying no to this proposition.