Get a Load of This

     Alfy said: “We'd planned not to have kids, George. Somethin' must've gone wrong. Margie wanted a kid, but I said no. You can't have a kid an' a boat. Not these days, you can't. Margie was nobody's dope. She'd got her mind fixed for a kid, George. You know how women are, but I watched it. How the hell it went wrong I don't know.”

     George stood very still and silent by the window. He didn't say anything.

     Very faintly, from somewhere upstairs, someone screamed.

     George beat Alfy to the door. They stood in the passage listening. The only sound they could hear was the faint roar of the overhead trains.

     George said, “Ain't you goin' up?”

     “Best not. I can't do anythin'.”

     They stood there listening for several minutes, and then, as they turned to go back to the room, the scream came again. Both men stiffened.

     Overhead a door opened and light streamed on to the stairs. Heavy deliberate footsteps came down the passage and the doctor appeared at the head of the stairs. He stood looking down at the two men in the hallway. He was wiping his hands on a towel. He came down slowly, still using the towel.

     Silently the two men backed into the sitting-room as he approached, and the doctor came in and half shut the door behind him. A nerve in his face kept twitching, and his cold eyes were dreadfully bored.

     He said to Alfy, “Your wife's havin' a bad time.” Carefully he began to fold the towel. “She ought never to have had a child. Too narrow. I don't think I can save the child. I could try, but it would be very dangerous.”

     A low sigh from George caused the doctor to look at him sharply. He said impatiently: “Hold up, man, hold up. I've got enough on my hands without looking after you.”

     George sat down and put his hands over his face. Alfy looked at him very strangely.

     The doctor said impatiently again, “What do you want me to do?”

     Still Alfy looked at George, a little white ring round his mouth.

     The doctor put out a long thin hand and shook Alfy's arm. “Can't you hear what I'm saying?” he said sharply.

     Alfy turned his head. His eyes were very blank. “I guess you'd better do what you think,” he said slowly. “Yeah, do what you think.”

     “You haven't understood,” the doctor said. “I can try and save the child—”

     Alfy nodded. “Yes, sure, I understood,” he broke in, “save Margie. It doesn't matter about the kid. She can have another some other time. Yeah, save Margie.”

     The doctor gave them both a hard, puzzled look, and then went upstairs again. They heard him walk along the passage and go into Margie's bedroom.

     Alfy said, “So it didn't go wrong, after all.”

     George said, without looking up: “No, it didn't go wrong. We were crazy to have done it, Alfy. We didn't think you'd know. Margie wanted the kid. I wanted Margie. There was nothing else in it. Honest to God, Alfy, you've got to believe that. We were just crazy. It was when we all went up river. When we fished the swamp. You didn't make camp until late. It was a hell of a thing to have done. Honest, Alfy, I've felt bad about it. You were crazy not to have given her a kid; that was all she wanted. Look, I'll get out of here. There was nothing else to it, Alfy. She's yours; she'd never be anyone else's. It was just the river, the moon, and her wantin' a kid. You believe that, don't you?”

     Alfy sat down on the edge of the table. He felt slightly sick. He wanted Margie more than he wanted anything else in the world. He didn't want her to die. He was surprised that he felt nothing about George and Margie. He could understand that. She did want a kid. She'd fixed her mind on a kid. Hadn't George said that there was nothing else behind it? He hadn't lost Margie's love. It was just that those two had been crazy. He could understand that. If he hadn't been such a dumb bastard and put his boat before giving her a kid, this would never have happened. When Margie was all right, he'd fix things for her. He wasn't going to be a dope any more.

     George got slowly to his feet.

     “It's all right,” Alfy said. “You wait, we'll see this thing through.”

     He was suddenly terribly, terribly glad that the kid was going to die. He hated himself for feeling that way, but it would mean that he could start again from scratch.

     George sat back in the chair with a little sigh. He said, “You're a swell guy taking it like that.”

     They sat there for a long time in silence. The more Alfy thought about it, the more eager he was for Margie to get well so that they could start things properly. Maybe it would be fun having a kid. Maybe, if he worked hard enough, he could keep the boat and the three of them could go up the river together. Even George could come along. No, not George. It was a pity about George, but he couldn't be around any more. Not that he'd mind, but Margie would. No, George would have to go, but the little 'un would take his place.