“Don’t worry, madam,” said the doctor. “Your son will be fine.”
“But, doctor,” the woman began, “he doesn’t talk at all.”
“Yes,”
said the doctor, “You’ve already told me that.” He studied her
speculatively. She was a fine looking woman, obviously not rich, but
someone who took care of herself as far as she was able. Her hands, red
with hard work, twisted together on the table.
“He…,”
the woman began. She stopped and looked at the child, who looked back
at her with his great luminous eyes. The doctor looked at the eyes as
well. They were fascinating eyes, so deep and compelling, the gaze
almost hypnotic. “He was never strong in his childhood,” she said. “We
have two others, but he – he was never that strong. And now he’s already
three, and he won’t talk.”
“I’ve checked him, madam,” said the doctor. “There is, I assure you, nothing wrong with him.”
“I…well,
it’s a silly thing really, and my husband would be angry if he knew. He
doesn’t believe in these things…you know I’m an educated woman, but
sometimes…anyway, a gypsy woman had come round once. My husband had been
at work, and I gave her a coin to tell his fortune.” She raised her
chin defiantly. It was the same strong, determined chin the child
already had. “She told me he would be a famous man someday, that he
might even lead this nation, and do his bit to restore it to greatness.”
“I wouldn’t put too much faith in what gypsy fortune tellers say, madam.”
“I’m
afraid.” She shivered, and he saw something was worrying her. “You
know, she also said he might drag the nation down to ruin. His destiny
was unclear, she said. But she was clear about this – he would be famous
always.”
“I
really can’t say anything about that, madam,” said the doctor. “But I
assure you your son will talk in time. In fact I suspect he will end up
talking a bit too much.”
The
woman smiled suddenly and when she smiled she was beautiful. “Do you
hear that?” she said to the child. “The doctor says you may even talk
too much. You’ll have to, if the world is to get to know the name of
Benito Mussolini.”
Copyright B Purkayastha 2007
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