Annie Tries Not to and Annie’S Case Book

Contents

Annie Tries Not To

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Annie’s Case Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Annie Tries Not To

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Joy Reid

Chapter 1

THEY’VE A BIT OF a problem at the college, said Maggie Hurst, Head of the George Pound School, to her friend Annie Butcher, a widow and Head of Biology and temporarily acting as Deputy Head.

I don’t want to know, said Annie dismissively. She had looked up from her marking as Maggie entered the staff room but she returned to her papers in a determined way. Maggie ignored what she considered to be a negative attitude.

Lance thought you’d be interested, she continued.

Well, I’m not. Annie knew that Maggie was referring to events last year when they had all been involved in a case that had included murder, illegal immigrants and an extra girl in school.

Lance suggested I talk to you, it’s worrying him and he does like peace and quiet, Maggie was almost pleading, he doesn’t get much at home.

Annie was aware that Maggie’s husband liked to put his problems on other shoulders, in their former troubles he had known far more than he would admit to knowing. He was head of music at the local teacher training college, he did not like outside interruptions.

Whatever it is, it’s nothing to do with me, Annie was equally resolved not to be involved.

You were right in the middle of things before, Maggie went on.

I didn’t want to be, it happened to me, I didn’t instigate it.

Maggie had no intention of giving up, she had sheltered Lance for many years, and was not going to give up on something that was troubling him now.

We thought that with the police in your pocket . . .

What do you mean? Annie interrupted, just one small non-affair with a detective inspector does not mean that I have the whole force at my beck and call! She was indignant.

Have it your own way, replied Maggie for when Annie had raised her voice other members of staff raised their heads and were beginning to take notice. Maggie moved nearer to Annie and spoke softly, It’s a missing student and it’s puzzling Lance, he doesn’t like to be involved.

Amen to that, retorted Annie, and, as if you didn’t know, I have a class waiting, she prepared to depart, as if we didn’t have enough troubles of our own.

Maggie decided on different tactics, Why don’t you come to supper tonight? she asked.

Annie was at the door about to leave but she turned back and with a more cheerful smile and said, I’d love to.

They did have troubles at the school but these were of a wider nature, not like the temporary gloom of the day when, in the middle of the summer term with everyone’s ideas fixed on being outside, it was pouring with rain. Sport was out of the question when watery pools dotted the playing fields and macs and dripping students drifted about the school. Annie felt justified in dismissing Lance’s troubles, she was busy and did not want other people’s worries.

Events of the year before had brought a certain notoriety to the school, it had become important not to close it down as rumours had suggested might happen, the excellent amount of ground around the buildings had given developers’ ideas. To the school the playing fields were a great asset as they were to the developers who viewed the area as a fine housing estate or a splendid block of flats. Now rumours of closing seemed to be dying down and improvement was the operative word. This word had been bandied around ever since the arrival of Maggie Hurst as Head. There had been better exam and sporting results that brought the school to the notice of certain benefactors with material consequences, and then a local footballer (an old boy) took an interest and was hoping to save the playing fields from the developers. Others became interested, the George Pound was now a news item, school dinners improved when another ‘local celebrity’ took an interest, these were unexpected benefits.

A snowballing effect, Maggie described it to Annie as more parents became involved in the school activities. A Parent/Teacher Association was formed and there were many benefits to the school through this, especially when a Gala in the summer proved such a financial success. The weather had been good and everyone enthusiastic.

An ex-librarian Mother offered to jazz up the library. Maggie was unsure what this entailed but was delighted when she found pupils there.

Amazing, Maggie said to Annie, It’s actually being used, I found Raine and Shirley there the other day, they looked guilty, maybe it spoilt their image as rebels but, you never know, they might even open a book.

It’s a pity, replied Annie, that it needed a murder and mugging not to mention drugs that brought us to the notice of the media. She sighed, Never again, she told herself.

Things were going well for the school and twinning with a school in a developing country was under discussion.

Annie was still Acting Deputy Head at the George Pound, the school had been promised an energetic young man for the post, the staff looked forward to this event, Annie especially as his arrival would lift many duties from her shoulders. The rumour that he was a science teacher increased her expectations. She herself taught biology but the other science subjects needed an injection of vitality. An energetic young man with ideas? Who knows—with any luck?

Annie wanted more time for her own pursuits, she had put an unhappy and worrying time behind her when her husband, Bernard, had been killed in a car crash, and now with her daughter Sally living with her and a once-had-been-nice bungalow and garden to restore to former—well hardly glory—but to an attractive lived-in appearance with shrubs and colour in the garden and a roof that looked sound. The restoration had been in herself too, she could see how foolish her behaviour had been when, ignoring help and sympathy from family and friends, she had moved into a doubtful and insalubrious neighbourhood. A neighbourhood, she was delighted to see, now partly demolished and considered ‘ripe for development’. She still had friends there on the opposite side from her own flat; this side had been left and improved.

Looking forward was better than looking back, she enjoyed her work and her home life, and she had her daughter who had been accepted at the medical school of the nearest University. Sally was taking on all sorts of jobs in order to start off in funds, she didn’t want to borrow if she could help it. She would be able to live at home as transport to the town was good.

But I’d like my own car, she said to her Mother.

Don’t rush it, replied Annie.

Sally had had her ‘fling’ which included more than she had bargained for. Back-packing around the world, ‘doing my own thing’ or ‘finding myself’ was her description and had resulted in a baby that had only lived a few hours.

Mum, I wanted you so much, Sally cried. I wanted you but I didn’t know it.

Annie was equally sad but happy now in a developing relationship and need of each other. A more mature Sally and a more aware Annie, for Annie had not thought of her behaviour as affecting anyone else, she now thought how selfish she had been especially towards Sally. Her son Joel had a good job in property and could cope but Sally . . .

You didn’t care, you never did, Sally had said. It was always Dad and Joel.

That’s nonsense.

No it isn’t, Dad was always first with you and then . . .

It is nonsense, I’m sorry if you saw it that way, perhaps they needed me more. Oh! Sally, I don’t know—but now?

Now’s different isn’t it Ma? Isn’t it?

A pity the way it had come about but yes, now was different.

It was a cheerful Annie that went out to supper with the Hursts on a wet summer evening.

The house was quiet, Lance let her in. Annie realized that she had been ‘set up’. She sighed, she might have known that Maggie would not give up so easily. It was obvious that Lance was expecting her and was under the impression that she had come to hear his story. Clever Maggie, she knew Annie too well, and Annie did exactly what was expected of her. Lance was a gentle kind man who enjoyed a quiet life but with an energetic career wife and four boisterous children this wasn’t at all easy. He was perpetually surprised at the events that surrounded him and was always unprepared for them. He would have liked his children to be musical but it was obvious to him that their idea of music was quite different from his, although they always listened politely to his efforts to educate them to his tastes. He had given up hope of one of them being a reincarnation of Mozart. Perhaps the youngest, Sam, who everyone said was ‘scatty’ was hiding his talent and was an undiscovered genius, although such a discovery seemed unlikely, he clung to it.

Annie knew Lance well enough to know that resistance was useless, she accepted a drink and settled herself to listen. He was determined to lay his case before her so she accepted the inevitable along with the drink.

Perhaps this girl has gone home, she ventured hopefully, trouble at home seemed a reasonable solution.

She’s so musical you see, Lance went on, some come because they think it’s an easy option, not her, not Brenda, she was really good; nobody seems to know anything. Even the police, as you suggest, think she’s just gone home.

Where is home? queried Annie.

Oh! Kenya, she’s a Kenyan girl being paid for by some charity. We have addresses, we’ve made every enquiry, she’s on a special scholarship but everyone is so vague. She’s extraordinarily musical and I found her such an interesting character and quite worth the trouble that was being taken over her. Home, Government and charity have all been informed. No-one in college seems to have any idea either, her room-mate said she had a boyfriend in prison but she’s inclined to romance but it seems unlikely and no-one took it seriously. Everyone liked her but no particular friend. Lance broke off to refill Annie’s glass.

Are you still seeing him? he asked.

Annie froze, she was very sensitive about her so-called boyfriend, why did people have to be so nosy, so interfering, and put different meanings into a very ordinary friendship.

I mean that inspector chap, Neil something or other, are you still seeing him? Lance went on oblivious of Annie’s antagonism.

I’m not ‘seeing him’ as you put it, occasionally when he is visiting Dudley and Rose I might be asked over for a meal—nothing more. Annie was calm and hid her exasperation. Lance knew about Dudley and Rose Russell who had been her neighbours when Bernard was alive. Dudley was a special constable and ran his own ‘Mr Fixit’ business. Rose (the pretty pink variety thought Annie) was a computer wizard.

I suppose he’s a superintendent by now, Lance sighed.

He may be for all I know, he’s a very busy man. Annie tried to be non-committal and uninterested.

There were noises, Annie relaxed, the family were home.

Maggie and Lance had four children, the twins Philip and Jane were taking their GCSEs this year, they were at the George Pound School as were Pat ‘coming up thirteen’ and her friend Andrew Bushell who was staying with them as his parents were in France. The youngest Hurst, Sam, was still at primary school, he was nine and the image of his Mother. Maggie explained the others away as a ‘job lot’

It’s our turn to get supper, said Philip, I’m afraid it’s bought, Mum said it didn’t matter just for once, its quiches, you’ll have a choice of flavours, okay? There’ll be salad, of course.

Annie expressed a liking for quiches and didn’t mind if they were bought. The meal was a family affair and everyone hurried to get it ready. The children had been brought up to ‘help’ and mostly they did this though a certain amount of interfamily grumbling went on.

I did it last, It’s your turn, I’m sick of vegetables why can’t I have sausages with it. This last was from Sam to Jane who had recently turned vegetarian. It’s dead meat, she assured Sam who said he didn’t care, he liked sausages dead or alive.

The parental theory of leading not driving and belief in liberal thinking was good, thought Annie, the Hurst children were taught to express opinions in a logical way, if this didn’t always appear . . . well, who knows, they were still young.

Lance tried to get Annie on her own again but she busied herself with the children and laying the table. She caught a glance between Lance and Maggie when Lance gave a brief shake of his head. I’m sure it was a plot, thought Annie pleased with herself for having avoided a promise to help. I’m not Miss Marple, she told herself time and time again.

Annie sat next to Sam at the supper table. Jane’s a vegetarian, I get a bit sick of vegetables, he confided to Annie, I like sausages with mine.

Jane interrupted, They’re dead meat, ground up animals.

Anyone else a vegetarian? asked Annie brightly, she didn’t want to instigate a family argument just an intelligent discussion, the sort of discussion the parents hoped for.

Only Jane was definite on not eating ‘dead flesh’, the others hovered; Sam said he was a carnivore. Jane sighed deeply over her family’s obstinacy.

Annie tried again, Are you going anywhere special in the holidays? she asked.

There was a clamour of hopeful and wild suggestions.

We can’t afford any of these, said Maggie, you were talking about a computer EACH as you couldn’t work out a rota for the one we have. Holidays! Forget it.

Can’t we go back with Andrew? I thought you said we . . . Pat didn’t finish as Andrew interrupted, It wouldn’t cost much to drive over or Dad might fetch me, he said he was negotiating for a sort of farmhousey place on the Brittany coast, or near it, a bit broken-down he said, but plenty of room for tents and barbecues and things—sort of . . . he looked at the others for support.

Or you could walk, said Annie, referring, as they all knew, to the time when Andrew, unhappy in France, had arrived by unconventional means on her doorstep in the middle of the night. Her bungalow had been his former home, he had been allowed to stay, temporarily everyone said. He and Pat had been friends since toddler days.

Dad’s done wonders already at that place. There’s a huge barn, Andrew looked around the table; he was full of enthusiasm. He had been very unhappy in France but his French was improving, he returned home in the holidays and was beginning to adapt to the idea of going to school there again. His Mother had been a drug addict and life with his family had not been happy.

Annie’s interruption was ignored as the family enthused over Andrew’s suggestion. Andrew knew he could count on Pat but now everyone brightened and thought of their camping equipment. Lance, not too overwhelmed at the idea, kept quiet.

What about you? Maggie asked Annie, any plans?

"Not yet, Sally and I are planning a Kenyan trip but I think that it’ll be put off until the Christmas holidays. Sally’s working all hours, not only to save for the trip but also to have enough so as not to have to get into debt next term. She’s talking about bringing Bob as he wants to make aids his specialty but I doubt if he’ll be able to come. He’s a very steady sort, have you met him? He was at the