Pontypridd 07 - Spoils of War

by Catrin Collier

  Leaning back against the wall she looked down on the sea of bobbing heads below. The workmen’s caps she had already learned to call ‘Dai caps’ from Angelo, the bank clerks’ trilbies, the women’s felt hats with feather and ribbon trims, the crowns and brims punched with holes she could make out even at this distance, evidence of successive years of seasonal trimmings.

  ‘If you want a virginal bride, Tony, you will have to look elsewhere,’ she said quietly. ‘Didn’t you ever wonder why my mother and I couldn’t look one another in the eye? Why we quarrelled all the time? We are Germans. Do you know what the Russian troops did to German women when they caught them?’

  ‘I don’t want to know.’

  ‘I listened to you, although I didn’t want to hear what you had to say. Now it is your turn to listen to me,’ she countered angrily. ‘They raped us. When we met other women afterwards the question was not, “Have you been raped?” but “How many times?” My father tried to stop them, so they killed him. Shot him and left his body at the side of the road. There was nothing my mother or I could do about it. The Russians wouldn’t even give us one minute’s peace to bury him. When we reached the American sector, all the Germans – men and women – knew. They saw the shame on our faces and they knew. My mother refused to speak about it. All she could think of was getting a job with the British or the Americans. She kept saying we needed to be among civilised people but what she meant was she needed to be among people who didn’t know what had happened to us. She wanted me to find an officer who would marry me and take me – and her – away from Germany so she would never have to think about what had happened to us again. But even if she had come here it would have made no difference because what happened is now a part of us. We may hate it, we may want to forget about it, but we’ll never escape it.’ She looked across at Tony, who refused to meet her steady gaze. ‘You told me your secrets, Tony, I have now told you mine. You can decide which is worse. If you ever saw a German looking at me as if I was dirt, you now know it was not because I was with a British soldier but because that German knew I was a woman who had been used by Russian troops. You lied about the hotels and restaurants, you’ve fathered a bastard with a woman whose bed you slept in for one night and another with someone you wouldn’t marry because she wasn’t a virgin. How do you feel about marrying a woman who was used by so many men, she lost count after two hundred? When you know the answer to that, tell me if you want me to stay here or go back to Germany.’

  David Ford stood on the stone veranda that overlooked the sunken garden and gazed down at the central, heart-shaped, raised flowerbed. Niches set back from the walkway that surrounded the bed were filled with wooden benches, all empty except one at the far end. Walking quickly, he made his way down to the lower level.

  ‘I got your message.’ He smiled as he approached Bethan.

  ‘Thank you for coming.’

  ‘Didn’t you think I would?’

  ‘I wasn’t sure. I know how busy you are. Dino told me you spend most days rushing from one end of the county to the other.’

  ‘If you’ve been talking to Dino, you also know that we’re not much further forward than we were when we started looking for our mislaid property. So, it really won’t make a difference if I take the rest of the most beautiful day that we’ve had this year off and spend it with my favourite woman. Have you seen the bulbs over there? The daffodils …’

  ‘David, do you remember what you said at Megan’s wedding about Andrew being jealous of you and our friendship?’

  ‘Yes, but that was at the wedding. Since then I’ve had dinner with you and we’ve met so often in town I assumed he no longer minded me seeing you.’

  ‘He does.’

  ‘I take it things are no better between you two?’ He sat beside her, seeking her hand beneath the cover of his greatcoat.

  ‘If anything, they’re worse because he spends most of his time trying to analyse exactly what our problems are.’

  ‘I can tell you what your problems are. He was away a long time, and while he was locked up in a prison camp you got used to running the show, and not only at home. Five and a half years down the line you’re different people.’

  ‘You think we don’t know that.’

  ‘There’s no shame in doing what I did when my marriage went wrong. I know the moralists and Church people tell couples to work at their relationship until they get it right, but what if a couple have changed too much from the people they were on their wedding day to ever get it right again. Do they have to spend the rest of their lives trying to mend something that’s broken beyond repair?’

  ‘We have the children to think about.’

  ‘If your only reason for staying with Andrew is the children, Rachel, Eddie, Polly and Nell won’t thank you for it. All they’ll get out of the arrangement is an upbringing with warring parents.’

  ‘We try not to quarrel in front of them.’

  ‘And while you two suppress your anger, they have to cope with restrained politeness and silences.’

  ‘It’s not as black as you’re painting it.’

  ‘I had dinner with you two, remember.’

  ‘Andrew was being particularly difficult that night because he was suspicious of you.’

  ‘Normally he’s a happy, bubbling fountain of joy?’

  She laughed. ‘Not many people are. But what choice do I have, David, except to carry on as I am?’

  ‘You can come to America with me.’

  She held her breath as she looked into his eyes. ‘Just like that? Pack my bags and go to America?’

  ‘Bethan, we’ve been fooling ourselves with this friendship thing. We’ve told so many people we’re “only friends” I think we even began to believe it ourselves. But we’re not, are we?’

  ‘We agreed during the war that it wasn’t our time or place.’

  ‘It wasn’t then, but it could be now. Leave Andrew. Pack your bags, bring the children and come to America with me. It’s a beautiful country; you can have no idea how beautiful, especially when you compare it to bombed-out, reduced-to-rubble Europe. I’ll retire from the army; we’ll buy a house anywhere you like. You want sunshine – we’ll go to Florida or California. You want snow – we’ll go to the Rockies. I’ll use my savings to buy a small business, a farm perhaps. We can get some horses, I’ll teach the girls and Eddie to ride. You can go back to nursing if you want to. If you don’t, you can help me in whatever I do. What do you say?’

  ‘It sounds wonderful but I can’t go with you.’

  ‘Why? You love me, I know you do …’

  ‘Oh, I could so very, very easily do that.’

  ‘Then do it.’

  ‘And you’d never wonder if it was you I loved, or the prospect of America and the escape you offered me from a marriage that needed more work than I was prepared to put into it.’

  ‘I’d be so glad you came, I wouldn’t wonder anything.’

  ‘Thank you.’ She returned the pressure of his fingers, then released his hand. ‘For being a good friend when I needed one, for saying wonderful things and offering to share your life with me but I asked you to meet me here so I could say goodbye.’

  ‘You’re leaving Pontypridd?’

  ‘Only for a week. But I promised Andrew I’d work with him to try to save our marriage and it wouldn’t be fair on him – or you – if I kept “bumping into” you like this.’

  ‘But our meetings are perfectly innocent.’

  ‘Innocent – after the conversation we’ve just had?’

  ‘What I said about America –’

  ‘I’ll never forget it, David. You’ve just paid me the greatest compliment a man can pay a woman and I’ve behaved like a foolish, romantic girl. I was lonely, I wanted Prince Charming to come along, and I fitted you into the role.’

  ‘It’s a part I’ve loved playing.’

  ‘And I’ve put off playing the grown-up for too long.’

  ‘Is there nothing I can say that will change
your mind?’

  She shook her head.

  ‘No regrets?’

  She smiled. ‘One great big enormous one and a bucketful of smaller ones. You?’

  ‘The same.’

  ‘But at least I can go to Andrew with a clear conscience.’

  ‘If it doesn’t work out between you two, you’ll write to me?’

  ‘No, David, because that would be too tempting and too easy, and I owe it to Andrew and the children to put every single thing I’ve got into what’s left of my marriage.’ She left the seat and held out her hand. ‘Goodbye, Colonel Ford. It was wonderful knowing you.’

  ‘Goodbye, Mrs John, it was wonderful knowing you too. And as your husband has got the girl, I hope he won’t mind me stealing one last kiss.’

  She expected him to kiss her on the mouth. He didn’t. He brushed her cheek lightly with his lips. His moustache grazed her skin, she smelled the sharp, clean, astringent scent of his tooth powder, mixed together with the fragrances of his hair oil and cologne, then she put her head down and walked away – quickly – so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes.

  ‘Hello, Maggie. Angelo treating you right?’

  ‘Hello, beautiful.’ Maggie blew Ronnie a kiss as he walked into the restaurant. ‘Angelo’s OK but the others you can forget.’

  ‘Where is Angelo?’ he asked, looking around.

  ‘In the kitchen.’

  ‘Do me a favour, get him for me. I’m outside in the white van.’

  ‘For you, Ronnie, anything.’

  Closing the door Ronnie walked back to the van William had taken from the garage. A couple of minutes later Angelo walked out of the restaurant in shirtsleeves, a white apron tied over his black trousers.

  ‘Ronnie, there was no need for you to come down here. I’ve sorted everything. Mr Spickett assured me Tony’s case is closed for good and we won’t hear any more about it. I telephoned the garage to tell you but they said you weren’t there.’

  ‘I’m not here about Tony.’

  ‘More trouble. Not Diana …?’

  ‘Try our other brother.’

  ‘Alfredo!’

  ‘It might be an idea if you come up to the café with us, if you can spare a couple of minutes. He is in the café?’

  ‘Where else would he be? He’ll be there until six o’clock, when I’ve arranged to relieve him.’

  ‘Are you coming?’

  ‘Right now? But I’m running the restaurant.’

  ‘I think you should be there when we talk to him.’

  ‘If you give me a couple of minutes I’ll check if Tony can take over. He’s upstairs with Gabrielle. I’m not sure how it’s going to work out there. He’s telling her that Judy’s having his baby.’

  ‘I’m so glad I’ve only one sister and no brothers,’ William smirked.

  ‘It happened the night Tony came home?’ Ronnie asked.

  ‘It explains everything, doesn’t it? Him disappearing from Graig Street, then being found later in the gutter outside Judy’s house …’

  ‘The walking kitbag,’ William chipped in.

  ‘Forget Tony, ask Maggie to take over.’

  ‘You sure, Ronnie?’

  ‘Absolutely. In fact the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that she should take over either the café or the restaurant – permanently. I can’t see her hitting customers out cold, or impregnating waitresses, can you?’

  ‘So, Alfredo, what are you doing tonight after the café closes?’ Judy wriggled her stool closer to where he was standing studying the race predictions in the Daily Mirror.

  ‘Ask Angelo. It’s his night to take over.’

  ‘Even better. Seeing as how I’ve been moved to the nine-till-five shift and you have a free evening we could go to the pictures.’

  ‘No chance, Judy,’ Ronnie interrupted as he breezed through the door, ‘Alfredo’s got a prior engagement.’

  ‘No I haven’t.’ Alfredo rolled up his paper and stuffed it into his pocket as William and Angelo followed Ronnie into the front room of the café. ‘What is this? You three look like gangsters.’

  ‘And we just might start behaving like them too. Anyone in the back room?’

  ‘No, you should know this is the quiet time.’

  ‘Get the cook out of the kitchen and ask him to man the till. Tell him to call if he needs help.’

  ‘I can look after things out here, Mr Ronconi,’ Judy volunteered.

  ‘I’ve no doubt you can,’ Ronnie looked her up and down, ‘but I don’t like the way you look after “things” so I’d prefer the cook to do it. I’ll see you after I’ve spoken to Alfredo.’

  ‘What’s this about?’ Alfredo tried to look nonchalant as he reached for a packet of cigarettes but his hands shook when he attempted to shake one free.

  ‘You don’t know?’ Ronnie walked to a table set far enough round the corner to be invisible from anyone sitting in the front room, and pulled out chairs for Alfredo and himself.

  ‘No.’

  ‘Where were you at eight o’clock this morning?’

  ‘Here.’

  ‘I’m going to ask again.’

  Alfredo looked from William to Angelo as they took the two outside chairs, effectively pinning him into the corner.

  ‘I may have gone for a walk.’

  ‘Up the mountain?’

  ‘It gets stuffy in here. I need fresh air –’

  ‘And everyone knows there’s plenty of that in a scrap yard,’ William interrupted. ‘I know exactly where you were, brother-in-law, because I saw you along with Glan Richards, Ianto Myles’ son, and all your other little friends, and I know what you were looking for.’

  ‘There was no one there –’

  ‘Where, Alfredo? Where you hid all the lorries, Jeeps and other American Army stuff you stole?’

  ‘We didn’t steal it – I didn’t – we were only setting things straight, that’s all.’

  ‘Straight?’ Ronnie lit Alfredo’s cigarette and took one for himself.

  ‘It’s like Glan said. The men who’ve been off fighting have had a rough time getting killed and wounded and they’ve come home to find all the good jobs taken by cowards who pulled strings to avoid the call-up. Stay-at-home boys who’ve made a fortune on the black market on the backs of those who risked their lives to keep this country safe. All we wanted was a cut to make up for it.’

  ‘Slightly flawed logic there, little brother. You weren’t away fighting.’

  ‘I had a rough time in Birmingham. You should have tried living there with a Welsh accent and an Italian name. I got beaten up all the time.’

  ‘So you thought you’d do some major stealing to make up for it,’ Angelo suggested cuttingly.

  ‘Angelo’s right.’ Ronnie removed a notebook from his top pocket. ‘You’re involved in big-time stuff, and as you’re over eighteen you’ll be considered old enough to go to prison.’

  ‘Prison! No …’

  Leisurely unscrewing the cap from his fountain pen, Ronnie laid it and the notebook on the table in front of Alfredo. ‘I want you to list the names of everyone involved in this little scam of yours, especially the people you were going to offload the goods on to.’ He held up his hand to stop Alfredo from speaking. ‘Then I want you to write down the precise location of any other American equipment you’ve stolen or know the whereabouts of. If you do that, I might – just might – be able to have a word with Dino and Colonel Ford on your behalf. And who knows, we may even come up with a compromise that won’t mean you spending the next ten years looking at the four walls of a cell.’

  Chapter Twenty-two

  ‘Sit there until we help you out of the car.’

  ‘Yes, Dr John.’

  ‘And less of your cheek.’

  ‘Yes, Nurse John.’ Diana’s eyes were bright with excitement as she sat back in the passenger seat of Andrew’s car and waited for Andrew to walk round to open the door for her.

  ‘Slowly, one step at a time, and use your cru
tches because you’re not used to walking.’ Andrew was almost bowled over by William, who ran out of the house to meet them.

  ‘I could carry you, Di.’

  ‘You most certainly will not. Come here.’ Balancing on one crutch she pulled William’s head down and kissed his cheek.

  William bit his lower lip to control his emotion as he slipped his arm round Diana’s waist to support her as she tackled the steps. Andrew glanced up at Dino, who was holding the front door open. The American nodded almost imperceptibly and Andrew saw a curtain move in the front parlour window.

  ‘You take care with your sister,’ Megan cautioned William as Diana finally made it to the doorstep.

  ‘He is, Mam.’ Turning, Diana looked out over the town. ‘Everything is so big, so clear, so strange, so –’

  ‘Bloody cold when I’m standing out here in shirt sleeves,’ William complained, ‘and it must feel like an ice box to someone who has just come out of a baking hot hospital.’ Wrapping his arm round her shoulders, he led her into the hall and down the passage to the kitchen.

  Ronnie held his finger to his lips as he looked from Billy to Catrina. As soon as he heard voices raised in the kitchen he lifted Catrina down from the sofa in the bay and set her on the rug next to her family of rag dolls.

  ‘Mam looked funny.’ Billy crouched next to his sister and handed her one of the dolls. ‘She is going to be all right, isn’t she, Daddy?’

  ‘The doctors think so. That’s why they’ve let her visit us. But it may be only a visit. You do remember me telling you that she might not be able to stay with us all the time just yet?’

  ‘Yes.’ Billy’s bottom lip trembled.

  ‘But it will only be for a little while. Sometime soon she’ll be home for good and then we’ll be able to look after her.’

  ‘I’ll help.’

  ‘Course you will, darling.’ He dropped a kiss on Catrina’s head. ‘But you both have to remember that Mam was asleep for a long time.’

  Billy looked solemnly up at Ronnie, obviously expecting more.