When George came to the door he looked very sheepishly at Thomas and then said; she told you then?
“Yes,’ the question is George what are you going to do about it; you cannot leave her like this.”
“How do I know it’s my child Thomas it, it could be anyone’s.’
“It’s yours George and you know it man; face up to your responsibility.”
“Alright, Alright; I will give her money to get rid of it.”
“What about Janice; what about what she wants’ George have you thought about that?
“Look George I don’t want to be tied down with a wife or a kid, come to that.”
“We had a bit of fun that’s all it was.”
“A bit of fun that’s left that poor girl with a bun in the oven; George raised his voice.
“Keep your voice down will you; alright I know someone who will take care of it but once it is done I want nothing more to do with her understand.” I will be in touch as soon as it is arranged.”
George Barrett went inside and closed the door.
Thomas got back into the Land rover and drove off. He couldn’t help thinking what selfish, slimy man George Barrett really was.”
After this was taken care of he would never associate himself with him again.
The car pulled back into the farm yard and Thomas went into the house.
“Did you see him asked Miriam?
“Yes. I saw him.
“What did he say?
“He denies that the child is his; he says that he will get someone who can get rid of the child and afterwards he doesn’t want to see Janice again.”
“So he’s taking the easy way out and leaving poor Janice to suffer; the heartless cowardly bastard.’
It was the first time he’d ever heard Miriam swear and it shocked him.
Miriam told Janice whilst Cora sat by her bedside.
“I am having this child no matter what and I will bring him up and when he’s old enough I will tell him what kind of a man his father is.” Then he will hate him as much as I do now.’
“Come now Janice, try and rest said Cora; as she led Miriam out of the room then turned of the light.
Poor lass said Cora; I feel heartily sorry for her.
“If I know Janice she will not let this lie Cora; she has a hell of a temper and will seek revenge.’
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”