The cure for depression is to purchase and use something expensive and new. That’s what Elmer’s mum had always told him, hence the suit and his manicure. He knew from experience that it didn’t always work. And when this was the case, doing good deeds was the only way to go.
Elmer leaned against the door, and looked again at the nun who immediately began apologising for the dog-hair covered tartan blanket, but Elmer liked its digestive biscuits and dog paws smell.
‘How did you get here if you can’t drive?’
‘She can. She started, anyway. But then we stopped at traffic lights and this man went mad at us and she got out to tell him off. That was when he went at her with his fists and started saying she was a (swear word) god-botherer.’
‘Can she walk?’
‘She can’t see and her leg is all bloody. Don’t think so.’
‘I’ll drive her to the hospital. Then you can get help.’
‘How long will that take?’
‘Can she wait that long?’
‘She’ll have to. And the longer we wait here, the worse she’s going to be.’
‘Thank you, angel,’ came the whispered voice as I got into the driver’s seat and started it up.
‘Seat belt, seat belt,’ said the loony, throwing herself into the car next to Elmer while he plugged himself in.
That was when he heard the click of the car’s central locking.
That was when he heard the loony nun’s cackle.
‘Straight on, mate, and no funny business or this’ll go straight through your brain. ’
She brandished a tiny pistol that had been pulled from her coat’s inner pocket.
‘What’s going on? The hospital is next right.’
‘That might be the case,’ said the now very much recovered back seat passenger, ‘but that’s not where we’re going.’
‘That’s true, Mr Elmer Bartholomew Cross.’ The front seat loony had by that point removed her angling wellies and coat, and was beginning to look remarkably familiar.
‘I gave you enough clues, Elmer, Didn’t you guess it was me when you saw Scamp’s dog blankey?’
She clearly was not a nun. Not A sister. HIS sister. And the loony next to him was peeling off her facial prosthesis. He should have known it. His sister Louise, and his girlfriend, Dulcie. The drama school graduate. As she peeled off the final piece she grinned and removed her fake upper teeth. ‘That’s better.’
She sighed happily. ‘Remember telling me that there was no point in my going or that audition? Because I’ve never been much of an actress? Remember, Elmer? Well, I got the job. First proper one I’ve been to. It’s telly, and a long series, so will be good money too. So I guess your girlfriend really CAN act. What do you say to that?’
Elmer nodded his head and continued the driving.
‘Well done, you two,’ he said. ‘Good jape. But where’s the car come from?’
That was likely a different story.
Elmer steeled himself to hear it.