be apprehended, if he, she or it actually existed. Out of the corner of her eye, Mumtaz observed the glee that Maria derived from goading her mother fight with the shame that uttering that word clearly made her feel. In her professional life, on stage, she broke down. Sheâd told Lee this was because her new-found faith made her feel guilty about saying words like âcunt,â about laughing at the misfortunes of others, about blasphemy. She was a comedian at war with her own material.
âIâll say something for them happy-clappies, they donât swear,â Glenys said. âCanât be in their good books with your effinâ this and c-ing that.â Her voice was what Mumtaz would have described as recognizably cockney but there was just a haze of some sort of southern Irish in there too.
Mumtaz noted that there were two microphones and cameras, both hidden in books, in Mariaâs vast lounge, and then she looked up in time to see the comedianâs face fall into a bitter expression that made her appear much older. âDonât call themâusâhappy-clappies,â she said. âItâs insulting.â
Glenysâs pale blue eyes flashed. âThen donât call the Holy Father a pedophile,â she said.
Maria sat down. âHe is and heâs a purveyor of superstition.All that Catholic superstition you brought us up with. I still canât get it out of my system, even now. Touch this statue of the Virgin and itâll bring you good luck. Beware of witches and jujus and nonsense. Father this, that or the other always knows best.â
âYou used to love going to Mass,â Glenys said. âCouldnât keep you away. Then you got into showbusiness â¦â
Maria ignored her and turned to Mumtaz. âWould you like a cup of tea or something?â
âNo.â Mumtaz smiled. âThank you.â
She saw Glenys looking at her as if she had a bad smell underneath her nose. âWhat is it youâre doing, love?â
âIâm looking at where Mr. Arnold has sited the surveillance equipment,â she said. The principle thing about Miss Petersâ living room was the amount of ornaments that were in it, mainly china cats; they all looked as if they had been very precisely positioned.
âSheâs learning,â Maria interjected.
âOh.â Glenys took her eyes away from Mumtaz and said to her daughter, âAnyway, once that church has been demolished, youâll lose interest. I know you. If it ainât on your doorstep â¦â
âThe church is being rebuilt,â Maria said.
âNot where it is at the moment.â
âNo. Weâll have to move to a temporary building for a while.â
âThen where? This new church? Whereâs it being built?â
âWhy do you want to know? Youâre not interested, are you?â
The older woman went silent. The ticking of a large baroque clock on the mantelpiece above the fireplace suddenly sounded almost deafeningly loud. This went on for at least a minute until Maria said, âBarking.â Then, pointing at her mother who was now just beginning to smile, she added, âSay nothing, Ma! Say nothing! The church, as in the people, are my friends, they support me. I donât know what Iâd do without them.â
Her mother snorted. âYou managed before they come along. Iâd put money on you still having your rosary and still saying it. Theyâre just pulling you in so they can get your money. Theyâre all the same these so-called ânewâ churches!â
Mariaâs fury bubbled over. âI went to them, Mother,â she said, âbecause I needed some support. You didnât give me anyâever! I learned not to even ask it from you. But they did. I sought them out, not the other way around!â
âAh, have it your own way,â her mother said dismissively.
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