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by Kitty Neale

  Until then, if anyone dared to upset her, she’d swat them away like flies.

  Mabel had told Edna Price about Carol and the food poisoning, adding that Daphne Cole was in bed with it too. In return she had been passed a bit of juicy gossip. It peeved her that Edna had heard about it before her, and she went to see Phyllis, saying indignantly as she stepped inside, ‘Here, Phyllis, why didn’t you tell me about your cousin, Rose? I had to hear it from Edna Price.’

  ‘I promised Amy I wouldn’t say anything and for her sake I was hoping that nobody would make the connection. Yet as they left on the same day, I should have guessed there was little chance of that. To ruin one marriage was bad enough, but to run off with George Frost, well, I could kill Rose, I really could.’

  ‘She’s done what?’ Mabel gasped, astounded.

  Phyllis looked confused. ‘But … but you just said you heard about it from Edna Price.’

  ‘She didn’t tell me that! All she said is that Rose has been given another flat, and according to the woman who lives upstairs, she probably got the agent to re-house her by lying on her back.’

  Phyllis groaned as she rubbed her eyes. ‘That sounds bad enough, but the truth is far worse.’

  ‘Rose, and George Frost! If I hadn’t heard it from you, I’d never have believed it.’

  ‘Mabel, promise me you’ll keep it to yourself. If people think that Rose just left because she’s been re-housed, there’s a chance that Celia Frost won’t hear the truth.’

  ‘What do you take me for? Of course I’ll keep it to myself,’ Mabel snapped, still peeved that Phyllis hadn’t confided in her. After all, they were supposed to be friends, and she was quite capable of keeping her mouth shut.

  However, later that day, Mabel forgot her promise when she was chatting to Edna Price. The woman was going on about Rose and the agent again as if she was the font of all knowledge, and annoyed, Mabel took delight in putting her straight.

  Tommy had been glad to leave for work. He felt sorry for his mother, but he just couldn’t cope with the emotional state she was in. One minute she was angry, the next she was crying, and clinging to him so much that he felt stifled.

  When his father had left, Tommy had been stunned, unable to comprehend that he’d gone off with another woman. He wasn’t blind, and had heard the many arguments between his parents, but hadn’t expected it to come to this.

  Once over the initial shock, Tommy knew he had to think clearly. He had no idea if his father would ever come back, but as the business had been handed over to him he was now responsible for their finances. His whole future depended on him making a success of the business and he’d been anxious to get started.

  He had to build it up to ensure that the profits would eventually be sufficient to support two households; his mother’s, and when he got married, his own. He could have shied away from the burden, but though his health might be weak, Tommy’s mind was strong. There was a lot of potential for growth in the business, and already the labour exchange had sent him a man to interview.

  Tommy liked Len Upwood on sight and was pleased with the man’s qualifications. He had a round, friendly, open face below light brown hair and Tommy only had one reservation – Len was in his late thirties and he might not take kindly to being given orders by a twenty-one-year-old. Yet even as that thought crossed his mind, Tommy realised that the man’s age and experience could work to his advantage. If the business took off and he could employ more staff, with his qualifications, Len would make an excellent foreman.

  He decided to give Len a try to see if they could work well together and said, ‘At the moment this is a small business, passed on to me by my father. I’d like to expand and to eventually employ more staff, however, for now, if I offer you the job it would just be the two of us. How do you feel about coming to work for me on a trial basis? Let’s say for a month, and if it works out I’d be happy to make it a permanent position. I can match your previous wage, and though I can’t guarantee it on a regular basis, there will be the opportunity for overtime.’

  ‘That sounds fine to me, Mr Frost. I’d like to take the job.’

  ‘Good, and call me Tommy. There’s only one other thing. When can you start?’

  ‘How about tomorrow?’

  ‘Great,’ Tommy said, reaching out to shake the man’s hand. ‘For now, until I can get another van delivered, I’ll do the in-house glass cutting and you can go out on installations. There are several jobs lined up for tomorrow, so I’ll see you at eight o’clock sharp.’

  ‘I’ll be here on the dot and thanks, Mr Frost.’

  ‘Tommy.’

  ‘Yeah, sorry, Tommy,’ Len said, and both standing up, they walked together to the unit’s exit door.

  Tommy was glad to have the man on board. It was the first time he’d had to interview anyone for a job, and

  he just hoped that in Len, he’d made a good choice.

  Carol had awoken that morning feeling better, at least physically. Her mental state was another matter. At first, her only thought had been to get rid of the baby, one that had been conceived from rape instead of love. Now though, seeing other women in the ward in varying stages of pregnancy, she was beginning to feel a sense of loss; that the baby she’d been carrying hadn’t just been Roy’s, it had been a part of her too.

  Her feelings seemed to be echoed by the young woman who was continually crying, and later that day Carol felt worse when the sour-faced nurse told her that, though the young woman was desperate for a baby, it had been her fourth miscarriage. Carol had closed her eyes against the disapproval on the nurse’s face as she attended to her – she could guess what the nurse was thinking; that she had taken a life, killed her baby, while that poor woman longed to have one.

  When the doctor began his rounds, Carol hoped he’d discharge her. She wanted to go home, to get out of this ward, but he insisted that she remain another day. A dark cloud of depression now hung over her, and she escaped into sleep, spending most of the day dozing on and off until visiting time.

  ‘Hello, love, how are you feeling?’

  Carol looked up at her father and as he put the pillows behind her back, she sat up. ‘I want to come home, Dad. I pleaded with the doctor and he said I can leave tomorrow, so can you bring me some clothes in the morning?’

  ‘It’ll have to wait until the evening. I can’t take another day off work.’

  Carol felt tears flooding her eyes and said, ‘Please, Dad, you could drop them off early, before you go to work and if you bring my purse too, I … I can get a taxi home.’

  He looked about to protest, but then his hand reached out and with one finger he gently wiped a tear from her cheek. ‘All right, I’ll do that then, but with your mother gone, you’ll be coming home to an empty house. As far as anyone knows, you had a bout of food poisoning, your mother too, so nobody has twigged yet that she walked out. Make sure that if you see anyone, you keep to that story for now.’

  ‘I will, but have you heard from Mum?’ Carol asked, still unable to accept that her mother had left and sure that she’d come back at any moment.

  ‘No, not a word,’ he said then adding softly, ‘Come on, don’t start crying again. It may be just the two of us now, but we’ll be all right. You’ve had a rough time, but can stay at home and forget about work for a while.’

  ‘Yes, all right,’ Carol agreed meekly. All she wanted was to get out of this ward and to be at home. For now, she couldn’t think any further than that.

  Chapter Fifteen

  On Thursday, Mabel was on the look-out as usual when she saw a taxi pulling up next door. She shot outside in time to see Carol climbing out and hurried up to her, saying, ‘So you’re home. How are you? You still look a bit pasty.’

  ‘I’m fine,’ Carol replied tersely and almost throwing the fare at the driver she said no more before going indoors.

  Mabel shook her head at the girl’s abrupt manner, but with a bit of news she went to pass it on to Phyllis. ‘Carol just turne
d up in a taxi. She said she’s fine, but I’m not so sure. She looked like death warmed up to me.’

  ‘Food poisoning can be nasty, but if they discharged Carol she must be all right. I’ll tell Amy when she comes home from work; no doubt she’ll be round there like a shot.’

  ‘Has Amy seen anything of Tommy?’

  ‘No, not yet, but she’s hoping to see him this evening.’

  Mabel felt a bit sick. She’d promised to keep it quiet about Tommy’s dad and Rose, but now she’d spouted her mouth off and gossip was sure to have spread. The only thing she could do was bluff, insist that it hadn’t come from her, so keeping up the pretence she said, ‘It’s funny that he hasn’t been to see her since his father ran off. Maybe he and his mother have heard that he left with your Rose.’

  ‘With the story going round about her being re-housed, I don’t see how. Anyway, she isn’t my Rose and what she did has nothing to do with Amy.’

  ‘If she gets to hear the truth, I doubt Celia Frost will see it that way.’

  ‘Thanks, Mabel, you’re making me feel a lot better.’

  ‘Now then, I’m only warning you, that’s all. I’ve heard that Celia Frost can be a nasty piece of work.’

  ‘It’s not Celia Frost I’m worried about, it’s Tommy. Amy thinks the world of him, but this could break them up.’

  Mabel pursed her lips in thought and then said, ‘If he blames Amy, then she’d be better off without him.’

  ‘Yes, I suppose you’re right,’ Phyllis agreed. ‘But she’s still going to be upset.’

  ‘Amy’s young, she’ll get over it – as the saying goes, there are plenty more fish in the sea.’

  ‘That may be, but I could still kill Rose, I really could.’

  ‘I should think you’ll be able to leave that to Celia Frost,’ Mabel said and after chatting for a while longer, she returned home to put a glass to the wall and pressed her ear against the end. It served to magnify the sound of voices through the thin walls. If Carol had got over the food poisoning, surely her mother was up and about by now.

  Though she kept listening for some time, not a sound could be heard and Mabel was puzzled. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something odd was going on next door.

  Amy missed Carol at work. She’d told Mrs Jones that Carol was ill and in hospital, but couldn’t say how long she’d be absent from the shop. Mrs Jones had been unsympathetic and said that in order to keep Carol’s job open she would need an official sick note.

  With no one to cover for her, Amy had agreed to work her half day off. The time dragged and Amy was glad when it was time to go home. She was missing Tommy, but as she walked up Lavender Hill, a van pulled up beside her. ‘Amy, hop in and I’ll give you a lift.’

  ‘Tommy!’ she exclaimed, happy to see him and relieved that he looked equally pleased to see her.

  ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been able to take you out,’ he said after leaning across to kiss her. ‘With my mum in such a state, along with my father passing the business over to me, I’ve been up to my eyes in it.’

  ‘It’s all right. I understand,’ Amy replied, welcoming another kiss.

  He smiled softly. ‘I’ve missed you.’

  ‘And I you,’ Amy told him.

  ‘I should be able to see you tonight, and as I’ve now got my dad’s van, we can go for a drive instead of a walk.’

  ‘I’d like that,’ Amy said.

  ‘It was a shock to be handed the unit, but now that I’ve got my head around it, I’ve got big plans to expand the business.’

  Amy hardly took any of this in because now that she was with Tommy, she was beginning to feel the strain. When the gossips put it all together and Tommy heard about it, he would soon work out that she must have known that his dad had gone off with Rose. He’d realise that she had kept it from him and it would only make things worse. Though it might be the end of their relationship, Amy couldn’t keep silent any longer. ‘Tommy, can you pull over again? I … I need to tell you something.’

  He glanced at her, a worried frown creasing his forehead, but he did as she asked, only then saying, ‘Amy, you aren’t going to give me the elbow are you?’

  ‘When you hear what I have to say, I think it might be the other way round.’

  ‘Unless you’re going to tell me that you’re seeing someone else, I can’t see that happening.’

  ‘Of course I’m not,’ Amy said, her mouth so dry that she ran her tongue over her lips before continuing. ‘Tommy, I … I don’t know if you’ve heard about my mum’s cousin, Rose?’

  ‘I know about her reputation,’ Tommy said when she hesitated, ‘but if that’s what’s worrying you, it doesn’t matter to me. It’s you I’m going out with, not your mum’s cousin.’

  Amy had to tell him – had to get the words out, and in a rush she blurted, ‘But she’s the one your dad went off with.’

  ‘What!’ he exclaimed. ‘Rose?’

  Amy could only nod, and when he said nothing else, her stomach churned. They sat in silence, until, unable to wait for the words she dreaded to hear she opened the van door, saying, ‘I … I’m sorry, Tommy.’

  ‘Don’t go, Amy,’ he said, taking hold of her arm. ‘I was a bit stunned for a while, but you can’t be held responsible for what your mum’s cousin does. There’s no need to

  apologise.’

  Amy felt a surge of relief, but her smile was tremulous and the next moment Tommy shuffled over to pull her into his arms as she said, ‘I … I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again.’

  ‘Don’t be daft. I love you, Amy.’

  ‘I love you too, but … but there’s your mother and when she hears about Rose …’

  ‘She won’t blame you either,’ he interrupted assuredly.

  Amy wasn’t so sure that Celia Frost would see it like that, though for now she was content to be held in Tommy’s arms.

  Frank arrived home to find Carol asleep on the sofa. She still looked pale, and so vulnerable that he cursed the two people who had nearly cost his daughter her life. There was the man who had raped her, and he’d like to get his hands on him, along with the crone who had performed a botched, back-street abortion.

  He was hungry, but realised that there was little food in the house. Carol would want something to eat too, so with little choice Frank decided to pop along to the fish and chip shop. ‘Carol,’ he said, gently shaking her, ‘wake up, pet.’

  Her eyelids fluttered, then lifted, and blinking the sleepiness away she sat up. ‘Dad, you’re home.’

  ‘Yes, but I’m just off to the chippie. What do you fancy?’

  ‘I’m not hungry,’ she said listlessly. ‘I’ll have something later.’

  ‘You’ll be lucky. The cupboards are practically bare.’

  ‘Maybe just a few chips then,’ she said as there was a knock on the door.

  ‘Whoever that is I’ll get rid of them,’ Frank said, finding it was Amy when he opened the door.

  ‘Hello, Mr Cole. My mum said that Carol’s home. Can I see her?’

  ‘Not now, Amy, she’s asleep.’

  ‘Oh, right, perhaps I could call back later?’

  ‘Yes, do that,’ Frank said, anxious to get rid of her. He wasn’t sure that Carol was up to answering any awkward questions at the moment, and though he’d put it around that Daphne had food poisoning too, he wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep that story going for much longer.

  ‘I don’t want to see anyone, not even Amy,’ Carol said as he closed the door.

  ‘I won’t be able to fend her off for long, but before you see her we need to work out what we’re going to say about your mother.’

  ‘She’s sure to come home soon.’

  ‘We’ll talk about it when I come back,’ Frank said.

  Head down, he walked to the chippie, thinking that unlike Carol, he wasn’t so sure that Daphne would come home. Not that he wanted her to. He still felt bitter that she had walked out on him, with little explanation other than she wanted
a new life.

  As he joined the queue in the fish and chip shop, Frank began to realise that though he didn’t want Daphne back, he couldn’t go on like this. He wanted a proper meal when he came home from work, his clothes freshly washed and ironed, and the house looking like it used to, instead of every surface covered with dust. There was only one answer, he realised, whether Carol liked it or not.

  As Phyllis expected, when Amy came home from work and heard that Carol was home, she had immediately dashed out again. However she’d soon returned, saying that Carol was asleep and she’d try again later.

  They were now in the kitchen where Amy said, ‘Mum, I’ve got something to tell you. Tommy gave me a lift home in his dad’s van, well, it’s his now as he’s taken over the business.’

  ‘That’s a lot for him to take on.’

  ‘Yes, I suppose so, but … well … I told him about his dad and Rose.’

  Phyllis almost dropped the saucepan she was holding and exclaimed, ‘Why on earth did you do that?’

  ‘Because it’s bound to come out eventually and I didn’t want Tommy to think I was keeping it from him.’

  ‘The gossip going round is that Rose has been re-housed, that’s all.’

  ‘Yes, but for how long?’

  Phyllis sighed. ‘I suppose you’re right, but how did Tommy take it?’

  ‘Surprisingly well, but I doubt his mum will feel the same.’

  ‘If she’s got any sense, Celia Frost will realise that none of this is your fault.’

  ‘I hope so, Mum, but I dread facing her.’

  ‘Well if she’s funny with you, let’s hope Tommy puts her straight. If he doesn’t stand up for you now, he won’t in the future and you’d be better off without him.’

  Amy said nothing in reply, but Phyllis hoped she had marked her words as she finished plating up the dinner.