Page 37 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“No. Is hebusy?”
“He’s got that…” she mouthed the worddick,“…from the government in withhim.”
I rushed over so she didn’t have to shout as loud. I had no doubt anyone who visited Mackenzie would be used to her, but I didn’t want to encourage her abuse of the current rulingparty.
“Shall I make you a cup of tea?” she asked. She was up and striding to the kitchen area before I couldanswer.
When Maryasked a questionit wasn’t really a question, it was notification of what you, and she, were about to do. At least she knew how to make a cup of tea. She was soon back with two mugs, one sporting the Queen’s face, the other had one word in red that kept those who were remotely interested knowing, she fully supported the Labour party. I had no idea of her political persuasion, other than to know that was for the benefit of thedick from the governmentin Mackenzie’s office. I suppressed mylaughter.
“I only share these mugs with my special people,” she said, as she took her seatagain.
“Then I’m honoured and I’ll take great care,” I replied, completely aware it was a threat not to smashit.
“What has you not all right?” sheasked.
“My friend, you know Jerry. He’s taken up with Addison Miller,” Isaid.
“Well, is he not right in the head?” she asked, twirling her finger around hertemple.
“Totally all right.” She would have genuinely wanted to know if Jerry was medically sound of mind, such was her dislike of Addison. She would never accept anyone of sound mind would date such acreature!
“Why the fuck has he taken up with her? Is it to get back atyou?”
“No, I don’t think so. No. I know it isn’t. Mary, he’s genuinely in love with her, and I’m worried abouthim.”
“There’s not much you can do, my dear. You see—men are strange ones. I used to say to my ‘Arry all the time. They think with their dicks not their brains. He’ll have a bit ofhow’s ya fatherwith her and then come to his senses. Sometimes, Lauren, these men, they need to have the sex, get it all out of their system before their brain can workproperly.”
I coloured as I realised Mackenzie and his member of government were standing by his open officedoor.
“If they don’t get the sex, they end up in parliament, of course,” she said, and then cackled like an old witch. I curled up and wisheddeath.
Thankfully, Mr. Member of Government, whose name I’d completely forgotten, wasamused.
“Mary, my dear woman, you are absolutely right. However, so I’m told, there is plenty ofhow’s ya fathergoing on over in the Palace of Westminster, as well,” he winked at her as heleft.
“Please tell me that is a lie?” Ishouted.
He laughed and shrugged his shoulders as he called for the lift with Mackenzie besidehim.
“I’m sorry, I knew you were busy, I shouldn’t have encouraged her,” I said, as Mackenzie walked back, I glared at Mary who laughed somemore.
“Don’t apologise, there isn’t a person who visits me that isn’t in love witholdMary!” he emphasised theold.
“Stop, you’ll have me pissing my knickers and I got me grandkids to look after straight from here. In fact, I’m running late. I’ll be back in themorning.”
She grabbed her handbag, the one that contained a brick in case she needed a weapon, so she told me, and gulped down the nuclear hottea.
“What about the letter I needed?” Mackenzieasked.
“Lauren, do you do shorthand?” she asked. I shook myhead.
“Then it’s lucky it’s in your Inbox thingy, isn’t it? Golook.”
Off she strode, jabbing at the call button for the lift impatiently. Mackenzie and I stood in silence until she wasgone.
“She has to go,” hesaid.
“Good luck with that,” I replied with a laugh. He joinedme.
