The House on Hope Street - By Danielle Steel Page 0,7
mother had gone to her brother's this year. It was hard having her on holidays, she told everyone what to do, and how to do it, and she had her own peculiarities and traditions, and she always gave Liz a hard time about Jamie. She had been horrified when he was born, and called it a tragedy, and still did whenever she had the opportunity, out of Jamie's earshot. She thought he should be sent away to a special school, so the other children didn't have to be “burdened” with him. It made Liz furious each time she said it. Jack just told Liz to ignore her. What her mother thought about it didn't make any difference to them. Jamie was an important part of their family, and nothing in the world would have made them send him away. The other children would have been outraged if Jamie had left them. And it still made Liz angry every time she heard her mother say negative things about him.
Peter helped Jamie put the milk and cookies out for Santa, as he did every year, with a dish of carrots and a bowl of salt for the reindeer, and a note that Jamie dictated to him, reminding Santa about the bike, and urging him to bring some really great stuff for Peter and his sisters. “Thank you, Santa,” Jamie dictated finally, and then nodded with satisfaction as Peter reread the letter to him. “Should I tell him it's okay if I don't get the bike?” Jamie asked, looking worried. “I don't want him to feel bad, if he didn't bring it.”
“No, I think it's okay like this. Besides, you've been so good, I'll bet he brings it.” They all knew he was getting the bike he wanted so badly, and couldn't wait for him to see it on Christmas morning.
Liz tucked Jamie into bed eventually, Megan was on the phone as usual, and Rachel and Annie were giggling in their room trying on each other's clothes. Peter left for Jessica's after he helped Jack set up the bicycle for Jamie. Liz was busy cleaning up in the kitchen and organizing dinner for the next day. Carole had gone to drop something off at a friend's, and Liz had told her she'd clean up after dinner. It was a peaceful, happy evening, filled with the spirit of Christmas, and Liz and Jack were enjoying the prospect of the holiday and a long weekend. They worked hard, and enjoyed the time they spent with their children. They were just walking slowly upstairs hand in hand when Amanda Parker called them. Megan took the call, and Liz went to speak to her, and as soon as she picked up the phone, she could hear that Amanda had been crying. She could hardly talk.
“I'm so sorry to call you on Christmas Eve … Phil called a little while ago, and …” She began to sob as Liz listened and tried to soothe her.
“What did he say?”
“He says if I don't tell you to unfreeze everything, he's going to kill me, he says he'll never give me ten cents of support, and the kids and I can starve for all he cares.”
“That won't happen and you know it. He has to support you. He's just trying to scare you.” And he had, very successfully. Liz hated cases like this one, where she had to watch a client she liked being abused. Some of the stories Amanda had told her early on had made her shudder. He had browbeaten and terrorized her, so much so that she had waited years to leave him. And now she was just going to have to tough it out while he threatened her, and they got her the kind of support she deserved to get from him. But Liz knew it wasn't easy for her. Amanda was a perfect victim. “Don't answer your phone again tonight,” Liz said quietly. “Lock your doors, stay home with the kids, and if you hear anything suspicious outside, call the police. Okay, Amanda? He's just trying to scare you. Remember, he's a bully. If you hold your ground, he'll back off.”
Amanda didn't sound convinced when she answered. “He says he's going to kill me.”
“If he threatens you again, we'll get a restraining order next week. And then if he comes near you, we can have him arrested.”
“Thank you,” she said, sounding slightly relieved, but not enough. “I'm so sorry to bother you on Christmas Eve.”