A Dose of Insulin

© 2020 Keith C Payne. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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Published by AuthorHouse  02/07/2020

ISBN: 978-1-7283-9831-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-9832-7 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-7283-9830-3 (e)

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

About the Author

If you know Reading, Berkshire, then read on, and even if you don’t read on anyway.

This novel encapsulates a special bond between two sisters living in Caversham on the outskirt of Reading.

Eventually, the elder sibling comes to see her life as one without the rewards she believes she so richly deserves; maybe her experience of different traumas will now result in something else, possibly something worse.

Elsa, the youngest of these sisters, has diabetes. Could her diabetes provide the solution to another problem?

Acknowledgements

As always, Doreen L Payne for her support, patience and encouragement when I write, also my entire family.

And of course, Diabetics and Medics everywhere.

Chapter 1

Bulbs are struggling to push their way through the soil, new leaves appear in the trees and much to our joy, the weather is improving.

Warmer and brighter than the last few dismal months; everything feels so much better.

Alice was pleased the days were getting warmer and especially looked forward to the months ahead, and whatever was in store for her and her Mum.

Mum, Jennifer, was expecting another child.

It was a happy time, but now Alice wished so much that she possessed foresight as the future certainly wouldn’t be what she would have chosen!

Shortly after my sister was born, Dad left us, and the times were difficult.

Without another grown up in our lives, it must have been a lonely life for Mum and undoubtedly dispiriting.

I didn’t think much about the reason until a few years later when I eventually discovered why she had experienced such a sad existence.

It was something so cruel minded that most people would find it challenging to believe Mum’s story.

Although I was only six years old, I did try to help Mum as best I could.

It was fun feeding my newborn sister, and sometimes I helped change her nappies and other essential responsibilities associated with bringing up a baby.

As a result, during our early years, the relationship between me, and my younger sibling, Elsa, was more like that of a parent and child. In later years, an exceedingly strong, and loving bond would develop between us.

Being six years older was a massive difference, but as we grew up, mentally, the age gap disappeared entirely.

Elsa would think in depth; much more profound than me before reacting, and her thoughtful opinion was always worth considering.

Once Elsa had made her mind up about something, she certainly wasn’t backward in coming forward with her opinion.

Without a partner, Mum attempted to ensure Elsa, and I enjoyed those earliest years. She put us before anything else. However, please don’t think it was easy going, as Mum didn’t let us get away with anything unacceptable.

These times were tough for us all, but Mum always attempted to provide something interesting to occupy us.

Often she walked us to the local parks, where Elsa and I would play on the swings and the slide or chase after dogs as we attempted to beat them to specific points around the park; mostly without success. Sometimes, when Mum wasn’t looking, we paddled and even chased after the waterfowl in the duck pond.

In the Autumn months, we would kick through the massive piles of leaves, swept together by the park keepers. It was fun but looking back, today, neither Elsa nor I can understand why we believed that.

Knowing why we were told off by Mum for destroying the park-keepers efforts was much more understandable.

We were encouraged to save money whenever we received it for Birthdays or as presents for one reason or another. I could never understand why Mum persuaded us to do this; a quick trip to the shops and I’d soon know what to do with the money!

During our school holidays, the Market day would be a special treat.

We would open our money boxes, count how much we had saved and then walk to one of the local Markets.

However, spending the money was always under Mums watchful eye.

She would even add the extra cash if there were something special we wanted and we didn’t have enough money to buy it. Bless her.

Other times when we had little money to spend, and for something to keep us occupied, Mum would walk us to Reading Railway Station, where we would enjoy a drink and something to eat in the Station’s café. Nothing special but this trip provided a physical activity for Elsa and Me.

Other memories came flooding back like a summertime trip to the seaside.

Thinking about Mum and how much she must have struggled to find sufficient cash for our trip to Bournemouth.

For Elsa and Me, it was going to be an incredible adventure.

Recalling that particular holiday, I remembered it being a significant time, but somewhat upsetting for Mum.

We enjoyed building sandcastles and making moats around them by digging out pots of sand with our shovels and buckets.

That experience was a pointless exercise.

As we kept filling the moat around our castle, with buckets of seawater, the water immediately drained away.

The Seagulls were prettier looking creatures than the pigeons at Reading Railway Station. But unlike the pigeons, they didn’t wait to be offered our food; they just took it!

When we least expected it, they would swoop from anywhere and snatch whatever we were holding in our hands whether it be crisps, sandwiches or ice cream. They were bold creatures!

I thought it was funny, but Elsa, my little sister, was frightened, so sometimes, either Mum or I would hold her treat until it was safer for her to eat it.

Elsa’s mood would immediately change from one of fright to laughter when the seagulls then tried to steal the food from Mum and me.

Especially on the occasion when I was holding Elsa’s ice cream cornet.

Trying to escape from the seagulls, I ran and tripped over the remains of our sandcastle and covered my face with sand and ice cream! I must have looked a sight, but a funny one!

A man standing nearby, about Mum’s age and with his son, also found it amusing. Telling Mum, any food no matter what it was must be eaten indoors where the gulls can’t get hold of it.

I remember he was a pleasant man and showed us how to build moats around our Castles. Unlike ours, the seawater he poured, didn’t drain away into the sand!

Come and have a look at this. He said.

He took us all, including Mum, to the sandcastle he’d built for his son, who he introduced as Ray.

There was a castle, professionally designed, with perfectly square walls around which was a circular moat, full of water. We stared with puzzlement as the seawater didn’t drain away.

Ray was happily pushing a small boat around this waterway.

The lad's father told us to take a closer look and asked us to guess why the water wasn’t disappearing.

I had no idea, although Elsa exploded with joy, believing she was smarter than Mum or me. I know mister, underneath the sand is a water tap.

Unfortunately not, young lady, it would be so much easier if there were a tap!

Impatiently I waited for him to explain the answer as by now I was genuinely mystified.

Desperately trying to find the answer, Elsa interrupted again and told us all it was a trick, a magic one!

"No, I’m sorry young lady; let me tell you the answer.

I level the sand as flat as possible and then cut a large plastic water ring in half, like the type you use when swimming in the Sea.

Then, I place half of the plastic ring on the flat sand and mark the sand around it with Ray’s spade.

I dig a circular and shallow trench in the same shape as the outline of the plastic ring, and then inside the ditch, I place one half of the plastic ring and fill it with water.

As you can see, the water doesn’t flow away, and there’s your moat!"

It was impressive, and Mum told him what a clever man he was.

Elsa just stared.

The two of them, Mum and this companionable Man, chatted amiably for some good while.

Later, Mum reminded us it was time to go, as dinner would soon be ready to eat at the hotel.

As she said goodbye to the young lad and the Man, who had already introduced himself as Graeme, spelt ‘aeme’ he had specified, he would meet us all tomorrow morning.

He had the other half of the plastic water ring and would help us build a castle and moat of our own.

While Elsa and I cleaned the grains of sand from our bodies and clothing under a beachside water tap, we talked about Mum and this chap Graeme, spelt ‘aeme’ I noted with amusement.

Eating Dinner, Elsa and I continued to joke about Mum and how this chap made sure we understood the accurate spelling of his name.

Mum dismissed our comments although after continual bantering she accepted that he was a clever and interesting man and she would be pleased to meet up with him tomorrow.

For long periods, Mum was quiet, and it made me think that despite our jokes, she was thinking, quite seriously, of this Man, Graeme.

Typically, as far as clothing went, Mum was organised, but today she tried on several outfits of clothing and made every effort with her makeup.

I wondered why all the fuss as we were only going to the beach?

Meeting on the beach, as arranged, Graeme and Mum were exceptionally polite and formal for a while; gradually, they began to talk more naturally, as they had the day before.

Graeme helped Elsa and me, and his son, Ray, to build our sandcastle with a waterproof moat.

While we continued to play, Graeme and Mum walked down the beach and paddled in the sea.

Continually I watched Mum closely, in case things changed for her and she found it more challenging than she could cope. However, I was pleased to note everything was fine as Mum and Graeme, laughed and joked, although I was never quite sure what about?

At lunchtime, Graeme suggested that we eat in a pleasant beach café he knew of; No scatty seagulls in there. he said with a grin.

It must have been a fifteen-minute walk, at least, but it was worth it as us three children played different ball games along the beach.

Elsa often put her hands on her hips and complained loudly each time Ray or I accidentally kicked the ball into the sea and teased her about fetching it!

Her expression was most humorous, and as you will understand, sometimes, just sometimes, it wasn’t an accidental kick!

We selected something to eat from the shelves and drinks from the counter and chose a seat by the window which faced the open sea. It was a picturesque view, and we could see a large ship sailing in the distance.

The shopfront door was open, and as Elsa was drinking from her can of Cola, a seagull flew into the doorway, settled on the step and then looked around a few times to make sure it was safe.

Confidently the Seagul stared at each one of us in turn, and then walked to the lower shelves and boldly grabbed a packet of food in its beak and disappeared outside. It all seemed so natural to the gull.

With amusement, Elsa, chocked while drinking her cola and spread it all over her pretty beach outfit.

Mum turned to Graeme and asked with a huge grin on her face, And what did you say about safe from seagulls and eating indoors? Everyone laughed except Ray and Elsa, who were probably too young to understand Mum’s humour.

The day continued like this, with laughs, jokes and pleasant conversation.

Mum and Graeme strolled towards the shoreline, probably a final chat and another paddle in the sea before we returned, our last night in the hotel.

The empathy between them seemed most natural.

They got on well Elsa; for once it’s so nice to see Mum and a friendly man having a pleasant conversation. And we’re all meeting up again tomorrow. Do you think anything might come of this?

It would be nice. I can’t ever remember seeing Mum with a boyfriend. Mum’s been by herself ever since we were babies. Elsa replied.

I couldn’t resist the opportunity and reminded Elsa she was still a baby!

Returning from the water, Mum asked Elsa to pass her a towel and wiped her feet but found it challenging to remove the irritating grains of sand from between her toes.

What seemed her final attempt to remove the sand and she lost her footing landing heavily beside Graeme’s startled son Ray.

As she apologised profoundly, Graeme assisted Mum to her feet. Just the look in their eyes told me how much they had enjoyed each others company.

Mum then told Elsa and me, with a controlled look on her face, tonight would be a good night as both families would be enjoying dinner together in our hotel restaurant.

Mum was the first in the shower, and she was in there so long, I wondered whether the water would be cold when Elsa and I wanted to wash. I knew I needed a shower soon as, despite all my efforts, I could still feel those grains of sand; they were everywhere.

Elsa pushed in between me and the shower room and asked Mum to hurry up as she also wanted to look good for dinner. I thought of a brilliant comment but decided that perhaps this wasn’t the best time.

I’ll be finished soon, Elsa. I’m just finishing my make up; perhaps you’d like to help me and tell me whether I look beautiful.

You always look beautiful Mum; you are the prettiest Mum in the whole wide world, Elsa said with extreme pride.

The door eventually opened, and as Elsa had said, she did look beautiful; She had made such an astounding effort!

Elsa and I looked at each other, and Elsa mouthed the word Yessss!

We were early and already sitting at the dinner table when Graeme and Ben arrived.

As we were seated either side of Mum, Graeme and his Son had no choice but to sit opposite.

Graeme remarked how elegant Mum looked, and she replied accordingly.

We talked about our many pleasant and amusing experiences during the weekend and how nice it was to meet others of a similar disposition. Although, it was Mum and Graeme who seemed to be doing most of the talking.

The evening was most amiable, and as we finished our sweet courses, Graeme leant forward in his seat and inquisitively asked Mum when she would be returning home.

Mum said, Unfortunately, tomorrow morning.

Mum and Graeme were getting on so well, and I wished we were staying longer.

Oh, that’s a real shame. He replied briefly in a softly spoken voice.

Are you staying longer, Graeme? Mum asked with increased interest and probably a little hope for the future. Maybe this was it!

Graeme responded immediately "Not much longer; we’re only staying until tomorrow evening; anyway, it’s been pleasant meeting you and your family. Maybe we’ll meet up in Bournemouth some other time. Also, it would be pleasing to introduce you all to my wife, Karen.

She’s coming to collect us; she’s spent the weekend in Poole with her Mum who’s suffering badly from Arthritis; her Dad, the poor soul, he used to care for her, but died a few years ago."

I couldn’t face Mum; since the time Dad left us, I couldn’t remember Mum being so upset. She was distraught.

I’d hoped something good would develop with Graeme and knew Mum felt precisely the same. I could understand how she must have felt and wanted to cry for her.

No matter our age, none of us ever forgot the amusing times and the friends we always made while playing on the beach or paddling on the seashore. That one exception, even today, is still most upsetting.

The weather was always excellent, as, in later years, our minds still prevented us from remembering the wet and dismal days.

Now and again, on the train journey home, I could sense Mum was reliving her experience during our dinner with Graeme. Despite the humour between Elsa and me, Mum said nothing and looked extremely pallid.

I took her hand in mine and asked whether she was ok.

I’m fine thanks, Alice and you must stop worrying about me. Anyway, I’ve got his contact details, and before you ask; Yes Graeme’s.

It was difficult to know what to say in reply. I was pleased but wondered what to expect from Mum and Graeme further down the line?

Whenever I asked Mum whether she had heard from Graeme, she claimed there had been no contact between them and on one occasion she told me to stop asking about him.

I complied with this request, but her attitude seemed strange. Was there something she wasn’t telling me?

Whatever, Mum said nothing more and I stopped asking questions.

Chapter 2

It was only later in life that Elsa and Alice realised Mum had worked three different jobs, apart from the time she spent looking after us.

This exceptional amount of work was to ensure we had somewhere to live, money for food and days out; they must have been long and tiring days for her.

Weekday, Mum would wake up at 5 am, clean a rich man's house, anytime from 6 am until 8 am, return home to cook our breakfast before we travelled to school.

We never told her, although Elsa and I guessed she knew, that often when she had left for her second job, we would climb back into our beds and sometimes go back to sleep.

Elsa and I would walk to school, occasionally late and as you would expect, suffer detention at first break!

Mum then worked in a shop between 9.30 am and 4 pm. All this before arriving home to cook our evening meal and looking after one of my classmates, Michael, or as we all called him at School, Mickie.

She did this for his Father until he returned home from his prestigious job in London.

Mum looked after Mickie for a couple of years, until the day when she suddenly ceased to care for him. At the time, my classmates also noticed he wasn’t attending school.

Neither, the School nor my Mum explained why this was, and under intense questioning, from my school friends and me, we were all told to stop asking about this particular matter.

During this time, I had become Mickie’s best friend, so naturally enough, I was upset; it was such a mystery to us all.

This instruction left everyone with even more questions, and crazy theories developed accordingly.

Mickie’s father was one of the ’60’s Great Train Robbers, and he had escaped to South America. He was one of the Beatles Minders and had travelled abroad with them; he was a member of one of the notorious gangs of the time and was now on the run and so on.

Whatever the story, it was never a trivial explanation!

We all agreed that talking about Mickie’s disappearance was more fun than School lessons, although we never did find out what happened to him or his family. Even the early years of social media provided no answers.

Both Elsa and Me had school friends, but never friends as close as Elsa and I were to each other.

It just seemed natural for the two of us to spend our free time in each others company.

Mum mentioned this on several occasions, saying it would be good for us to established other friendships which we eventually did, but never the special bond us sisters had for each other.

Even her attempt to register Elsa to the Brownies and me to the Girl Guides didn’t work.

One evening while eating our dinner, we discussed a few ideas or hobbies which might interest us and also involve ourselves and others.

It wasn’t as easy as you might think it would be, and it was Mum who eventually pointed out that Elsa was good at running short distances and at School sports days, I had the ability for the long jump and even the high jump.

It was Elsa, who initially confirmed enthusiasm for the idea when she shouted Athletics; how about joining an Athletics club, Sis?

Excellent Elsa, said Mum as though it had initially been Elsa’s idea. Caversham Athletic Club is only a few Streets away and who knows either of you could become British champs!

Within a couple of days, Mum had obtained two registration forms from the Athletic Club.

Now fill in your details and of course in your neatest handwriting.

We were soon attending Caversham Athletics Club, and the various meetings, at weekends and midweek evenings.

It had been a fantastic idea, and the two of us developed friendships with some of the other members.

I remained a member until I became interested in boys and other things of interest although on occasions I would return to watch Elsa perform her athletics.

Elsa continued as a member of the Athletic Club for much longer than I had expected.

She also became keen on racquet games such as Squash, Badminton and Tennis at which she did seem to excel.

I was useless at anything that involved a racquet but did enjoy watching Elsa, although that was more likely because I just enjoyed spending time with her.

However, she laughed each time I called Badminton, Shuttlecock.

Alice, Shuttlecock’s a stupid name, and the correct name is Badminton so, please talk like a grown-up! She said, quite seriously.

I laughed, but now and again, I couldn’t help joking with her and deliberately repeating the word shuttlecock!

Whatever, our dear Mum, only ever seemed to think of Elsa and Me and what was best for us during the early stages of our life; in fact, until the day she died.

Like Mum, Elsa was always there for me, her older sister, especially so when I met my first true boyfriend, David.

I was settling down to my first working role as a shelf stacker in a local supermarket; it was a monotonous occupation, but it paid the bills I reasoned.

Once again, the gift of foresight would have been an exceptional asset!

The building was clean and everything well structured with sufficient staff to deal with all the daily tasks of which there were more than the customer’s realised.

When I first joined the Supermarket, a staff member, Penny, took me on a tour of the facilities and in particular, the Canteen.

Penny was a friendly girl, average height with dark hair. She treated me in such a manner that I immediately warmed to her.

Chapter 3

"We have a drinks machine, tea, coffee and hot chocolate and another machine with tins of cold drinks. Over there you can buy snacks, but if you want something filling to eat, you’ll have to bring it to work