“Yes.’ that would be nice said Peter as he cut a scallop in half then placed it into his mouth.
Gordon waited until everyone was finished before serving the main course.’
“Wow said Doreen you have excelled yourself darling.’
The veal is so tender isn’t it Doreen, said her mother.’
“Well there’s more if anyone wants’ some.’
“I’ve got to save myself for dessert you know.’
Crème Brule will be nice; it’s Gordon’s specialty.’
“More wine anyone.’
“Yes please; this is a cheeky little red that you’ve made Gordon.’ I will have to tell the lads down at the golfing club.’
“Yes Dad; I made this cabernet about five years ago now; it’s not a bad little vintage is it.’
Dawn pushed her plate away she had eaten enough dinner and wanted the pudding.’
Gordon sprinkled iced sugar on the top of each then set about it with a hand held blow torch which caramelised the sugar on top.
Dawn was the first to crack into her dessert and told her father that it was yummy.
She took a drink of water afterwards to cleanse her palate then asked to leave the table.
Dawn headed towards the piano in the next room and sat looking at the music in front of her. She chose Beethoven’s symphony number one in C major and began to play.
The sound came through to the dinning room as Gordon and Doreen cleared the table.
They rinsed all the plates then left them to steep in the sink.
“My Dawn is coming on isn’t she said Peter. We will see her playing at the Royal Albert hall yet.’
Jim Gales looked on as a gentleman sitting nearby was reading the paper and a headline caught his eye: A NEW ERA DAWNS AS YOUNG GIRL THRILLS IN SCHOOL PRODUCTION.’
Jim waited until the man had finished reading before asking if he could take a look at his paper.
He turned to page seven where he looked again at the headline then at the photo of the school girl. There was no mistake it was Dawn his daughter. She was the image of her mother. There was an address and Jim wrote it down on a discarded betting slip.
He asked the man if he could keep the paper and even offered to pay for it but the man said that he could have it. He took the paper home and showed it to Rosina.
“Do you want to see her Jim she asked?’
“Yes of course she’s my daughter; my flesh and blood.’
“You are going to have to get your solicitor on the phone then to sort this out.’
Jim picked up the phone and rang Richard Charnock in London.
There was a pause and then he was connected.
“Hello Richard there’s something that I would like you to take care of. Jim went on to explain about the newspaper cutting and that the girl in the photo was his daughter.
“Where do I stand legally because the girl’s mother died during child birth and we were both only fifteen at that time?’
“Well you still have claims on the child but I tell you now Jim this will be a dirty business. The papers will drag this through the mud and they will try to discredit you.’
They can do what they like but they are not going to stop me from seeing my child.’