Kitty Neale 3 Book Bundle

by Kitty Neale

  ‘Thanks, Emma, but I’m afraid I can’t afford new clothes. Any spare money I have goes on painting material.’

  ‘Painting! What do you mean?’

  ‘I … I go to art classes.’

  ‘Do you?’ Mo said, and turning to her daughter she added, ‘You could do with taking a leaf out of Pearl’s book. Instead of spending all your time going dancing you could be learning something too.’

  ‘Oh, yeah, like what?’

  ‘Well, how about dressmaking? That would come in handy.’

  ‘Mum, all my life I’ve had to wear clothes that you made for me, and jumpers that you knitted. It’s the last thing that I want now and I’d sooner buy them off the rails.’

  Mo’s face saddened. ‘I didn’t know you felt like that. I … I did the best I could.’

  ‘Oh, Mum, please don’t get upset. I didn’t mind when I was a kid, honestly I didn’t, but it’s different now that I can afford to buy my own clothes. Look, I’ll think about learning something, maybe typing and shorthand.’ She turned to Pearl, an appeal in her eyes, ‘Here, why don’t you show us some of your paintings?’

  Pearl took the cue. Emma had upset her mother and obviously wanted to divert the conversation. ‘I haven’t done many paintings yet. But I’ve got lots of sketches.’

  ‘We’d still like to see them.’

  Pearl hurried upstairs, grabbed her folder and riffled through it until she found the one of Mo. It was a good likeness, but unsure of how the woman would feel about it, she stuffed it into her dressing-table drawer before returning downstairs.

  ‘Gawd, look at this one of Dolly Dolby,’ Mo said as they went through the folder. ‘And there’s one of Gertie too. These are really good, Pearl.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Pearl said, gratified to see Mo looking cheerful again.

  ‘Oh, look, here’s one of Nora.’

  ‘It’s not very good. She’s a difficult subject.’

  ‘The poor woman is a sandwich short of a picnic, but she’s harmless.’ Mo picked up another sketch. ‘My goodness, this is a marvellous drawing of Derek.’

  Emma looked over her mother’s shoulder. ‘Yeah, but it doesn’t make him look any better. Oh Christ, sorry, Pearl, I forgot you were going out with him.’

  ‘That’s all right. I know he isn’t much to look at, but he’s a lovely man.’

  Emma looked as if she was about to say something else, but then changed her mind as her mother found yet another drawing of someone she knew.

  ‘It’s young Eric Hanwell. He looks so happy in this picture. Did you draw it before, well … you know?’

  Pearl nodded, her face saddening. In the sketch Eric looked mischievous, impish, his gap-toothed grin wide. Would he ever look like that again? She looked up as Emma spoke.

  ‘Mum told me that you found the kid. It must have been rotten for you.’

  ‘Yes, it was terrible, but nothing compared to what poor Eric went through.’

  ‘What was the bloke like who did it?’

  ‘In his forties, flabby, but to be honest I hardly saw him.’

  ‘I heard that he got done in.’

  ‘He didn’t. Bernie told me that he was castrated.’

  ‘That’s not what I heard, and anyway, he deserved more than having his balls cut off.’

  ‘Emma, that’s enough! I won’t have you talking like that,’ Mo admonished. ‘What we heard were rumours, that’s all and, if you ask me, nobody knows the truth.’

  ‘Yeah, sorry.’

  ‘I should think so too. What’s done is done and it’s best forgotten. Pearl was in an awful state when she found the boy and it isn’t nice to make her go over it again.’

  Pearl hung her head. They thought Trevor Bardington had been killed, but it had to be a rumour, it just had to be. Surely Bernie hadn’t lied.

  She picked up her portfolio. ‘I’d best get ready to go round to Derek’s. They’re expecting me for dinner.’

  ‘That’s a shame. I was going to suggest taking you to meet a few of me mates,’ Emma said.

  ‘Oh, I’d have loved that. Maybe another time?’

  ‘All right, perhaps tomorrow night. You can wear that gear again.’

  ‘Thanks, I’d love to meet your friends.’

  Pearl went back to her room. It had been a strange morning, but one she’d enjoyed until the conversation turned to Trevor Bardington. She liked Emma and maybe they really could become friends.

  Pearl decided to leave the mascara and lipstick on, but when she sat across the table for dinner at Derek’s, she could sense an atmosphere.

  ‘Why are you wearing that muck on your face?’ Connie asked.

  ‘It’s only a bit of mascara and lipstick.’

  ‘You don’t need it, and if you ask me it makes you look like a tart.’

  ‘Gran, don’t say things like that. I think Pearl looks nice.’

  ‘Rubbish. Nice girls shouldn’t wear that stuff.’

  ‘All young girls wear make-up nowadays,’ Derek protested.

  ‘In my day only tarts painted their faces. Pearl looks better without it.’

  ‘I think she looks fine.’

  As Connie scowled at her, Pearl felt like a naughty little girl. She lowered her eyes, but then Connie’s voice softened.

  ‘Take no notice of me, love. I saw my daughter painting all that muck on her face, and … well … has Derek told you what happened to her?’

  Pearl lifted her head, seeing sadness in Connie’s eyes. ‘He told me that she was killed during the war.’

  ‘Yes, that’s right, but it was well before the war, in nineteen twenty-nine, when she met up with some rough characters and took to plastering her face with make-up. She started going to the West End, but wouldn’t tell me what she was up to. Then one day she came home with a bun in the oven.’

  ‘A bun in the oven?’

  ‘She was pregnant, and unmarried. I can’t tell you how ashamed I was. I mean, you can imagine what the neighbours would have said.’ She exhaled loudly. ‘I couldn’t face the gossip, and though I’ll regret it till the end of me days, I chucked her out. When Derek was born I still wouldn’t have anything to do with her. In fact, I didn’t even see him until my daughter was killed in nineteen forty, and by then he was ten years old.’

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ Pearl whispered.

  ‘I don’t deserve sympathy. If I could turn the clock back I’d have done things differently, and then perhaps my daughter would still be alive.’

  ‘Leave it out, Gran. She was killed by a bloody bomb.’

  ‘Yeah, but if I hadn’t chucked her out, she wouldn’t have been in a pub. She’d have been at home, looking after you instead of palming you off with neighbours while she was out having a good time.’

  ‘Gran, you know that she was a bit wild, and I doubt you could have kept her in. Anyway, you can’t spend the rest of your life living on what might have been.’

  ‘Yeah, I expect you’re right, but it’s something I’ll never know.’ She turned to Pearl. ‘I’m sorry for lecturing you about make-up. It was wrong of me to compare you with my daughter. You’re a nice girl, a good and innocent girl, and I’m sorry if I’ve upset you.’

  Pearl flushed. Innocent – Connie thought she was innocent. Oh God, if only that were true.

  Chapter Nineteen

  After only two weeks of living at Mo’s, and the day before her birthday, Pearl was happier than she had ever been in her life. Emma had continued to take her under her wing, and now Pearl was transformed. Her hair had been restyled and, despite initially protesting, she had been unable to resist the young fashions for sale in Petticoat Lane.

  Even the shopping trip had been a revelation. Emma thought nothing of bartering with the traders, returning their cheeky repartee, and managing to get a good few bob knocked off the prices. Pearl loved the wide flared skirt she had purchased, together with a sweater. They were the latest thing, Emma assured her, buying one too, but in a different colour.

  It was Satu
rday night, and instead of going to the pictures with Derek, she was going dancing again with Emma. She loved the loud, foot-tapping music, and with Emma’s help had learned to jive. She hadn’t liked disappointing Derek again, but loved the company of Emma and her crowd, never before feeling so young, alive and carefree.

  ‘Does this look all right?’ she asked Emma, spinning around to show her the outfit.

  ‘Yeah, but don’t wear your sweater on the outside. Tuck it in, and clip that wide, elastic belt I gave you around your waist.’

  Pearl nodded, happy to take Emma’s advice, and looking in the mirror she had to admit the outfit looked better. With a grimace she stuffed her feet into a pair of high-heeled shoes that Emma had lent her, wondering if she would ever get used to them.

  ‘Right, I’m ready.’

  ‘Me too, so let’s get going.’

  As both girls went downstairs, Emma broke into song.

  Pearl smiled, recognising ‘Be-Bop-a-Lula’ by Gene Vincent. Emma was mad on it. Mo stood at the kitchen door, doing her best to look stern.

  ‘Now, you two, I want you home by ten thirty and no later.’

  ‘Keep your socks on, Mum. We won’t be late.’

  ‘You’re wearing too much make-up, Emma. You’re skin is lovely and doesn’t need plastering with pan stick.’

  ‘I ain’t got that much on, and anyway, it covers up my spots.’

  ‘You wouldn’t have spots if you didn’t wear that muck on your face.’

  Pearl hid a smile, used to his nightly exchange. In some ways Mo was of the same opinion as Connie about make-up, but Emma would win the argument; she always did.

  ‘All right, I won’t put so much on next time, but we’re meeting the girls and if we don’t get going we’ll be late. ’Bye, Mum, love you,’ she added, planting a smacking kiss on Mo’s cheek and leaving an imprint of pale pink lipstick.

  Mo smiled with pleasure at her daughter’s show of affection. ‘Go on then, off you go, but don’t forget what I said. Ten thirty and no later. ’Bye, Pearl, have a nice time.’

  ‘Bye, Mo,’ Pearl called as she followed Emma outside and, linking arms, the two girls hurried along Pennington Street.

  The dance hall was crowded, the music loud, and already two of the girls in their crowd had been asked to dance. Emma was next, and suddenly Pearl found she was alone. She stood a little self-consciously on the edge of the floor, jumping when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

  ‘Hello, Pearl. I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t think this was Derek’s scene.’

  When Pearl saw it was Kevin, her first instinct was to walk away, but hiding her feelings, she answered, ‘I didn’t know this was your scene either. Derek’s not here. I came with my friends.’

  His eyebrows lifted and then he looked her up and down. ‘You look a bit tasty tonight. Do you fancy a dance?’

  ‘No, thanks.’ She saw his face darken and shivered, hoping he wasn’t going to turn nasty.

  ‘I insist,’ he said, pulling her on to the dance floor.

  The tempo changed to a ballad and as he put his arms around her, she looked up into his handsome face. As they danced, there were many girls eyeing him and he had the pick of them all, but he didn’t notice them, concentrating only on her. Despite her resolve, Pearl loved being in his arms, melting against him, but when he spoke softly in her ear, she stiffened.

  ‘Do you still think about the night we had it off, Pearl?’

  ‘No … I don’t.’

  ‘Leave it out, you needn’t pretend. You loved it, loved me fucking you, and if you ask me nicely, I’ll do you again.’

  Pearl felt her stomach turn. He made lovemaking sound so crude, animal-like and she’d been mad to let him get through her defences again. ‘No, thanks,’ she snapped, trying to break away.

  He held her arm fast, now trying to pull her from the dance floor. ‘Come on, you needn’t play games. My car’s outside and the back seat is roomy.’

  ‘No,’ she gasped, struggling again.

  ‘Are you all right, Pearl?’ Emma asked, rushing to her side.

  ‘She’s fine, and you can get lost,’ Kevin snapped.

  ‘Let her go,’ Emma insisted loudly.

  Several heads turned in their direction and with a snarl, Kevin released Pearl. ‘Sod you then, it’s your loss.’ But as they made to walk away, he spat, ‘I don’t think your mum would want you knocking around with a tart, Emma. I’ve had Pearl and she was easy.’

  Pearl felt the heat rise in her body and, unable to look Emma in the face, she made a dash for the door, her heels wobbling dangerously on the polished floor.

  ‘Wait, Pearl! Wait,’ Emma shouted.

  As she reached the street, Pearl took in great gulps of air. Her face was still flaming, and she dreaded facing Emma and her friends. She wanted to run, to flee, and jumped when a hand touched her arm.

  ‘It’s all right, love,’ Emma said softly. ‘I don’t know what made Kevin Dolby say that about you but I know you’re not a tart. He can be a nasty bugger and my mum warned me about him ages ago.’

  ‘D … did she?’

  ‘She’s worked in the café for years and has seen him grow up. She said he’s turned into a nasty sod and blames Dolly. Apparently anything Kevin wants, he gets, so my guess is that he asked you out and you said no. Am I right?’

  ‘Yes,’ Pearl said, grabbing the excuse.

  ‘He ain’t used to being turned down, and that was his spiteful way of getting his own back. Come on, come inside and forget about Kevin Dolby. He ain’t worth wasting your breath on.’

  Unable to face going back into the dance hall, Pearl shook her head. ‘I think I’d rather go home, but I need my coat and bag. Would you mind getting them for me?’

  ‘All right, but are you sure you won’t change your mind?’

  ‘I’d rather go home.’

  Pearl slumped against the wall, relieved when shortly after Emma returned with both their coats. ‘Oh, you don’t have to leave too.’

  ‘You’re upset, and my mother would skin me alive if I let you go home on your own. There’ll be other nights for dancing and, anyway, I’ve already told my friends I’m leaving.’

  ‘Did … did they hear what Kevin said?’

  ‘No, they were well out of earshot.’

  Pearl sighed with relief. They spoke little on the way home, and when they arrived Mo looked at them with surprise. ‘You’re early, and what’s the matter, Pearl? Your mascara’s run and you look like you’ve been crying.’

  It was Emma who answered. ‘Kevin Dolby upset her. She turned him down so he called her a tart.’

  Mo’s lips tightened. ‘I’ll see that Dolly hears about this.’

  ‘Please don’t tell her,’ Pearl cried. ‘She’ll sack me, you know she will.’

  ‘Yeah, you’re probably right. Kevin can do no wrong in Dolly’s eyes. All right, I won’t say anything, and as I’ve said to my Emma, keep away from Kevin. He’s nothing but trouble.’

  ‘I … I think I’ll look for another job.’

  ‘You could do that, but if you like working in the café it doesn’t seem fair. Why don’t you hold your hand and if Kevin gets funny again, I can back you up?’

  Pearl shook her head, unable to tell them the truth and instead blurting out, ‘No, I don’t want you to do that. Anyway, as you said, Dolly wouldn’t believe us and she’d turn on you too.’

  ‘Don’t let that nasty sod chase you out of your job,’ Emma said. ‘If Mum can’t back you up, then I will.’

  Pearl’s heart ached. Emma and Mo were being so nice. They were indignant with Kevin on her behalf, yet she didn’t deserve their support. She had slept with Kevin Dolby and what would they think of her if they knew the truth? Would they label her a tart too? With a forced smile she said, ‘Thank you, and I’ll think about it, but I’ve got a bit of a headache and I’d like to go to bed now.’

  Both Mo and Emma smiled at her sympathetically, but when Pearl climbed into bed she laid awak
e, gazing up at the ceiling. She was a fool, a complete and utter fool. She’d been determined to keep away from Kevin, yet one smile from his handsome face and, like an idiot, she had melted. Why? She knew what he was like: one minute charming, the next vicious and cruel, yet it hadn’t stopped her from almost falling into his arms.

  His words rang in her mind and she was unable to hide from the truth any longer. Yes, she did think about the night they made love, and he was right, she did want him. He had aroused such wonderful feelings, ones that she yearned to feel again.

  Pearl flushed with shame, filled with self-disgust as she turned onto her side and pulled the blankets up to her chin.

  The following morning Pearl awoke after a restless night, and as memories of the previous evening flooded her mind, she dressed despondently before making her way downstairs.

  ‘Happy birthday,’ Mo and Emma chorused as she walked into the kitchen.

  ‘Oh, thank you. How did you know?’

  ‘Derek told us, and here you are, love,’ Mo said, handing her a package and envelope.

  ‘And this is from me,’ Emma added as she did the same.

  Pearl felt overwhelmed, her heart lifting as she opened her cards. She blinked rapidly as she read the lovely words and, gulping, opened her packages. There was a smart wide black patent belt from Mo, and a make-up bag containing mascara, powder and lipstick from Emma. ‘They’re lovely. Thank you so much.’

  ‘Emma chose the belt,’ Mo said. ‘With winter on its way I wanted to get you a nice warm scarf.’

  ‘Leave it out, Mum. She’d rather have the belt. I’m right, ain’t I?’ Emma said, grinning widely at Pearl.

  ‘Oh, yes, it’s just what I wanted. And the make-up’s wonderful too.’

  ‘Right, let’s have some breakfast,’ Mo said, beginning to bustle around. ‘It’s my treat today so you’ll be having more than cereals, Pearl. In fact, I was thinking about our eating arrangements last night. I wondered if you’d rather pay me a bit extra each week and then I’ll do your breakfast every day. It seems daft cooking separately. What do you think?’

  ‘Yes, I’d like that.’