Professional Documents
Culture Documents
(Durdin Fabienne G) Concerto For Flute Orchestra (BookFi) 181-190
(Durdin Fabienne G) Concerto For Flute Orchestra (BookFi) 181-190
Carl wondered vaguely if his sermon would ever get written as he went to
sit in the lounge with his elderly friend. "How did your visit go?" he asked.
"They invited me to stay for lunch..." George replied slowly, his eyes
twinkling as always, "and you know what their cooking's like!"
"Memorable," Carl grinned.
"Ah," George said solemnly, holding up his hand, "but what happened
before lunch was far more memorable, Carl." He smiled broadly.
Wonder on his face, Carl stared at him. He guessed what he was referring
to. "They heard Jesus Christ and they surrenderred to Him..." he said softly.
"Yes," George answered simply.
"Kevin and Silvia, welcome to the ranks of the non-conformists!" Carl
exclaimed happily, jumping up and spreading his arms, "Oh, Lord God our
Father, how wonderful You are!"
"Their children, too," George said, grinning at Carl's reaction.
"The twins? 'You and your household' it always was, in Acts, wasn't it?
Oh, praise God! Praise God!" Carl said, clapping his hands in delight, "Did
you tell Emma?"
"Not yet. Is she out in the camper?"
"Yes, the children are having a nap and she's reading her Bible. Why
don't you go tell her now? She'll be thrilled!"
"Well, let me tell you something else, first," George said seriously.
Carl, sobered by George's tone, sat down again next to him. "What?" he
asked.
"We saw Mr. Hillman—Kevin told me who it was. He drove up to the
church rather abruptly. That is, he was driving fast and he stopped rather
abruptly. He stalked into the church—he seemed to be angry or something—
and a little later on he came out again with Mr. Greenstone—I gather it
was—and they were discussing something heatedly. Greenstone locked the
church and went to his own car, and Hillman to his, and they both drove off
towards town."
"Interesting," Carl commented, "We saw Hillman over at Goldridge Park
this morning." He told George about Rick's encounter with Hillman.
"Well, this would've been after that—it was around quarter to eleven, I'd
say," George said.
"I also finally recognized Hillman," Carl said grimly, "Do you remember
me telling you on the bus that when I met Hillman at the church that first
time I had the feeling I'd met him before?"
"Yes, I remember you saying that. So you had met him, had you?"
"Do you remember us telling you about the Experimental Farm, where
counsellees like Chester and Emma, who refused to change, were taken?"
"Yes, a biological engineering research place, wasn't it? Only you said it
was much worse than that."
"That's right. They used people for their experiments and tests," Carl
said, "Well, I'm pretty sure Hillman is actually Gerard Dillmon, who was the
director of the Farm..."
George's eyebrows went up and he sat up in surprise. "Are you sure?" he
asked.
176
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
"Positive," Carl replied, "I don't know how much you know about Dillmon,
but he was known at the Counselling Institute as 'the man with a heart of
ice'. None of us—and we were a pretty hard-hearted lot—wanted to have
anything to do with him, ever."
"If it really is him, that makes this business even more sinister. You
really are sure?"
"I'm as sure of it as I am that you are George Newman."
"Have you told Henry? He'd be very interested to know."
"I told him when we got home, and he certainly did find it very
interesting, but he didn't say why."
"He told me he thinks he knows what Lancaster and his mob have been
using, and that research on it had been carried out during the Protectorate,
most probably at the Farm."
"Oh, I see... He didn't mention that."
"He doesn't want to talk about it too much until he's told Ron about it."
"Fair enough, we can't be too careful."
George stood up and started to walk around the room slowly. His back
was giving him trouble and he couldn't stay sitting for very long. "Did you
know that Hillman has a practice here as a G.P.?" he asked.
Carl received this information with amazement. "No! You're kidding!" he
exclaimed, slapping his knee. "How did you find that out?"
"Henry knew all along. Hillman was a member of his congregation, after
all. He said he'd never really paid much attention to the fact, though. There
are several doctors at Good Shepherd and one more or less didn't make a
difference as far as the church was concerned. What mattered was their
participation in the life of the church, and Hillman certainly put in his
share, he said."
"I'll say he did," Carl said, grimacing. Then he looked skeptically at
George. "Hillman can't have many patients—he's always wandering around
causing trouble."
"I rang his surgery to make an appointment and his phone recording said
he was on leave..."
"That figures," Carl said, "It's probably a front for something less than
legal. Ron and his men can look into that too, I guess. Our job is to help by
not getting in their way." He stood up and stretched. "Right now, my job is to
get this sermon written, and I'd better get on with it or there will be a long
silence at that meeting on Sunday when it comes time for me to speak."
George laughed. "You do that," he said, "We can't have you tongue-tied at
such a critical time. I'll go tell Emma about the Hastings."
He went out to the camper, and Carl went back to his seat at the dining
table. As he tried to gather his thoughts together, he caught sight of the pile
of scientific journals on the far end of the table. He reached for the topmost
issue and read its name: Biochem. He read the date on the journal, which
was less than two years before, and saw that it was published in
Kawanyama. He glanced at the table of contents and saw that one line of it
had been underlined —"The Effects of Dremasone on Memory Cells". Part of
Henry's investigations, no doubt, he thought. And then he noticed the
177
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
!!!
178
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
On Saturday morning, Emma left the children with Carl and George and
went to visit the Winters. She was surprised to find Rick there, talking with
James in the lounge.
"He's trying to sort out how he feels about things, after all that's
happened," Laura explained, "In some ways he's having a harder time than
Amanda. He doesn't get much sympathy from his father and he doesn't feel
he can really tell him about it at all."
"It's good that he feels comfortable talking to James and to Carl," Emma
said, "but I do hope that things will improve between him and his father.
How is Amanda doing?"
"She's a lot more settled now, and seems to be happy in herself though
she's still struggling with all that's happened," Laura said, "She spends a lot
of time reading the Bible, and usually sits in here with me to do it so she
can ask me for help when there's something she has trouble
understanding."
"That's a big change, isn't it?"
"Yes, and one we really thank God for," Laura agreed, "Oh, Emma, it's so
good to have my daughter back, you know. When she was fourteen or so she
went through a difficult stage, the normal sort of teenage pushing at the
boundaries, but it was nothing like the last several months. Back then she
was still reasonable and approachable, even though she did struggle with
the implications of my illness and she felt angry at God about it. But she
would come and talk over things with me. Now that's how it is again and I'm
so thankful for that."
"I hope it remains that way or even gets better and better, Laura," Emma
said, "My mother's friendship, as well as her authority, was terribly
important to me when I was a teenager. And we became better friends as I
became an adult."
"Is your mother still alive?" Laura asked.
"Yes," Emma replied, "but I don't know where she is. My brother, Jack,
has been writing to all sorts of places to try to locate our parents and
brother and sister. They were overseas when the Protectorate started and
the borders were closed. We haven't heard anything yet. I got very
discouraged by all the red tape involved in the search, but Jack doesn't give
up! On the other hand, it's been four years already and we seem to have got
nowhere. You'd think they've disappeared off the face of the earth... The
worst thing is that nobody in all those government bureaus or those refugee
services seems to care whether we find them or not."
"Oh, I do hope you'll have some news soon," Laura said.
"So do I," Emma agreed, "and I'm looking forwards very much to getting
back in touch with them!"
!!!
After lunch, Joel and Alice took George out sightseeing for the afternoon,
and when they had gone, Henry declared it was time he sat down and did
179
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
180
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
181
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
explained, "You see, Carl is not only a man totally dedicated to the Gospel of
Jesus Christ, he is also an ex-Protectioner. He knows them and their tactics
and their goals. He can and he does warn people about what they're doing.
They want him out of the way."
"I would've thought they'd try to kill him, then."
"Oh, no—that would just make him a martyr, and then people would
really pay attention. But if they have so-called proof that he's been
womanizing, committing adultery, and they turn his wife against him, and
his marriage falls apart, then they'll have destroyed his credibility and no-
one will listen to him! Because, despite people's liberal attitudes, despite all
the Protection philosophies which are still bandied around, when it comes to
the crunch, people still expect a minister of the Gospel to practice what he
preaches, as indeed he should, and as everyone knows Carl does—"
"What is it I do?"
They hadn't noticed Carl walk in, and his sudden question made them
both jump. He grinned at their surprise as he closed the door, but his smile
disappeared instantly when he saw Emma's face. He had a small parcel in
his hand, and he put it down on the bookcase. "Why, Em, what's the
matter?" he asked with concern.
She rushed over to him, tears streaming down her face, and buried her
face on his shoulder. He put his arms around her and looked questioningly
over her shoulder at Henry. The pastor pulled the envelope out of his pocket
and waved it briefly, then stuffed it away again. He pointed to his watch and
mouthed the word "later", gestured to Carl that he should take care of
Emma, and went out to the kitchen.
Carl looked down at his wife and hugged her close. "Emma, what's
wrong? Tell me, please!" he urged her gently.
He led her over to the sofa and made her sit down, then sat down beside
her, putting his arms around her again. She had stopped crying, and she
lifted her tear-stained face to look at him. "Oh, Carl," she whispered, "I'm
sorry, Carl." She hid her face on his shoulder again.
Carl moved her away from him so he could see her face. He was
mystified. "What's wrong, Em? What are you sorry about?"
"I-I thought it was you on the photo, Carl, and I lost all my trust in you!"
She burst into tears once more and buried her face on his chest.
"Emma! What are you talking about?" he exclaimed, "What photo?"
She sat up and looked puzzled, then remembered that Carl didn't know
about the photograph. She looked around her and down on the floor,
searching for it. "Oh, Henry must have it," she muttered when she couldn't
see it anywhere.
Carl surmised that she meant whatever it was he had seen Henry put
into his pocket as he came in the door.
"It was a horrid photo," she continued in a monotone, "He said it wasn't
you, it was him, and somebody'd played around with it to make it look like it
was you... But I'd already believed it was you and lost my trust in you, and
it happened so fast, so easily..." She looked up at him pleadingly. "Can you
ever forgive me, Carl, for that?"
182
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
183
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
She looked at him open-mouthed as she took the parcel. She had
completely forgotten about her birthday. "Th-Thank you, C-Carl," she
stammered, and burst into tears again.
At that moment Helen and Andrew, having woken from their nap, came
into the room. Henry came in behind them, carrying a tea-tray.
Helen ran to her mother, full of four-year-old's concern. "Whassamatter,
Mummy, why you crying?" She patted Emma on the knee as she looked up
at her.
Andrew went to Carl, but kept his bemused eyes on his mother. He was
still half asleep. He leant against Carl's leg and gazed at Emma a moment,
then looked up at his father. "Is Mummy hurting, Daddy?" he asked, "Did
she get hurt?"
Carl thought to himself, yes, she got hurt, but I kissed it better. "No,
Mummy's not hurt, Andrew," he said, smiling at his son, "She's just happy."
Andrew looked confused and stared at Emma, who looked up, wiping her
eyes, and confirmed what Carl had said. "Yes, Mummy's happy," she smiled,
putting her arm around Helen, "Mummies sometimes cry when they're very
happy." She showed them the parcel. "Daddy gave me a birthday present.
It's a very special birthday present. That's why I'm glad." She looked up at
Carl with a look of such happiness it made his heart jump. He sat down
next to her and pulled Andrew onto his lap, and put his arm around her.
Henry had put the tray on the table and had sat down quietly next to it.
He watched them all affectionately and thanked God for the privilege of
seeing Carl and Emma's love for each other. He thought back wistfully to the
distant days when his own Martha had still been alive.
"Open it, Mummy," Helen said, fingering the parcel, "I wanna see what's
in it."
Emma carefully removed the wrapping from what she could guess was a
book. It was one that Carl and she had read together several times, back at
Bethany Lodge in Kawanyama—Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from
the Portuguese. How wonderful to see that such books were once again
available in their own country! She turned to her husband. "Thank you,
Carl," she said softly, "It's a beautiful gift."
Henry smiled to himself as he looked at the four of them sitting on his
sofa. He wished he had a camera, but since he didn't have one he would just
have to store this "picture" in his memory, as he had before stored so many
"pictures" that reminded him of God's goodness and love. He briefly recalled
Carl as a Counsellor, and marvelled at the difference. Finally, he stood up
and clapped his hands. "Would you folks like some afternoon tea?" he
asked, "I gather today is a special occasion so I dug up some chocolate
biscuits. Do any of you like that sort of thing?"
Helen and Andrew, hearing those two words, jumped off their parents'
laps. "I do! I do!" they both exclaimed eagerly, skipping over to Henry.
Carl and Emma walked over to the table holding hands. Carl patted
Henry on the shoulder. "Henry's offered to babysit so I can take you out for
tea," he said to Emma.
184
Concerto for Flute and Orchestra
!!!
Later that evening, while Emma was putting the twins to bed in the
camper, Carl asked Henry about the photograph.
"I won't show it to you, Carl," his friend said, "I don't think you need to
see it, but it's yet another of the despicable things they've done." He
described it briefly to Carl and told him who he thought was probably
behind it. "When Ron gets here I'll pass it on to him. I think we can add it to
the mounting pile of evidence I've been collecting."
"I haven't been this angry since I was a Counsellor, Henry," Carl said,
clenching his fists, "At least now I have plenty of good reasons to be angry!
These people have to be stopped!" He looked at Henry, perplexed. "Only
thing is," he said softly, "I'm not quite sure how to stop them." He sighed
and clapped Henry on the shoulder. "Let's pray together, mate," he said, "I
mean with Emma, too, when she's finished getting the children to bed. Let's
pray about this situation, and what we should do next. Only God can stop
this evil. Only God can tell us what the next step is."
They went out to the camper, and Carl said goodnight to the twins. Then
the three adults knelt and asked God to lead them as they faced the next
stage in the battle against the Protectioners. When they had finished, Henry
gave Carl his keys.
"Have a wonderful time," he said warmly, "and don't hurry back. This is a
very special birthday tea you're going out for. I'll see you when you get
back."
185