When the Make peaces turned down Watson Street they were surprised to see several groups of people already gathering outside the church. ‘Well, I never!’ Beth was surprised at the considerable turnout. ‘Look! There’s Mr and Mrs Reynolds.’ She’d never really taken to the couple. There was summat sly about the pair of them, although their son Lenny was a nice boy.
Today, the young woman was nicely turned out, her hair freshly washed and brushed loose about her shoulders and a touch of lipstick to her mouth; and with no children round her ankles, she seemed more relaxed and much prettier than Beth recalled. Patsy had four children, two girls and two boys – the eldest being Lenny. Not yet sixteen but already with his own little stall on the market, Lenny apparently made no secret of his intention to make a fortune by the time he was twenty. Beth thought he was a grand lad, hardly a chip off the old block, as Patsy’s husband Ron was a tall, thin-faced man, a surly character, and workshy by all accounts.Beth greeted them with a nod. ‘I hardly recognised you without your childer,’ she told the woman.
‘When I’ve got my hands full with them, I never have time to make myself look nice,’ Patsy replied. ‘I’ve roped our Lenny in to look after the kids. That’ll bring him down to earth with a bump!’
She turned to her husband, who returned a wry little grin. ‘Yes,’ he agreed, ‘it won’t hurt the cocky young devil to know his place…keep him from getting above himself, if you know what I mean?’
Beth said in his defence, ‘As I recall, your son looked a sensible, capable sort.’ Lenny was a well-built boy with a mop of dark hair and a wary look in his eye. ‘I imagine he’ll cope with the children very well.’ Bidding them good day, she moved on, feeling put out, somehow.
‘I don’t think that woman gets on too well with her eldest son,’ she confided in Tom. ‘I heard her going at him hammer and tongs that day at the house, and now they’re talking as though he’s a ruffian who needs to be kept under control.’
Tom was his usual self. ‘None of our business,’ he said, and the subject was closed.
There was a smattering of other neighbours, most of them Joseph’s friends and old workmates, and others who were attending out of curiosity. There were also a number of younger men; these were Don’s colleagues from the workshop, men who knew of Rita’s reputation but never lowered themselves to be acquainted with her or betray Don. Together with their wives they were here to support the bereaved family, and show their respect. In Don’s absence, they tried to represent him. The poor fellow would be devastated when he found out. It was a thoroughly bad do all round.
The others, the men who had used Rita and fought over her like dogs over a bone, they knew well enough to stay away.
No sooner had Tom parked his car than the organ started up and everyone began to file into the church. ‘No signs of Don then?’ Tom glanced anxiously about.
Beth had also been discreetly watching. ‘Happen the police didn’t find him, after all.’‘Poor devil.’ Tom shook his head. ‘So he’ll not know his wife’s gone and his son missing?’ As he went in through the church door he kept his eyes peeled.
They shuffled into the pews and everyone got settled. ‘Did you see anything of Davie?’Judy whispered to her mam. ‘Is he here, do you think?’
‘No, lass. Or if he is, I for one didn’t see him.’
But the boy was there, crouched beside a huge woman in a pew to the rear of the church, where a large pillar cast a shadow. Scruffy, and thinner than ever, he strained to hear the priest’s opening words.
A few moments passed, and then Joseph and three other men were bringing Rita in, and everyone stood and bowed their heads, or made the sign of the cross on themselves. For Judy, sitting with her family, it was a deep and sobering experience, for she had never attended such an event before. For Davie, in the shadows, it felt like his own death.
The service was all too brief. They sang the hymns and they listened to the beautiful sermon, based on the words of wisdom from Ecclesiastes, and they prayed for eternal peace for the soul of Rita Adams. And then it was over, and they were all filing out again.
As she emerged into the daylight, Judy was anxiously scanning the area for Davie. But he was nowhere to be seen. ‘It’s no use looking for him, lass.’ Beth saw how anxious she was. ‘The lad did all he could for his mammy while she was alive, and there’s no more for him to do here.’
Knowing how Judy felt, the woman did not want to dash all her hopes. But sometimes, forever hoping for one thing means you will never get another, and that was not what she wanted for her daughter.
‘I’m sorry, love,’ she told Judy gently. ‘I reckon your Davie is long gone by now.’
Having witnessed the conversation, Tom saw the sadness in his daughter’s eyes and he wanted her away from this place. ‘Come on, you two. We’ve paid our respects, so let’s make us way home, eh?’
Beth was surprised. ‘Are we not going up to Pleasington Cemetery then, to witness the burial?’
Tom shook his head. ‘No need for that,’ he replied in his no-nonsense manner. ‘We showed up at the church, and to my mind, we’ve done our duty. Now, let’s be off. I’ve umpteen jobs waiting to be done back at the farm.’
Judy remained on the look-out for Davie. In her heart she knew he was here somewhere, hiding.
It was while they were walking back to the car and her parents got waylaid by some old friends, that the girl saw him. ‘Davie!’ She went at a run towards the boy, who was chasing after the slowly-departing hearse.
At first he didn’t hear her, so she went at a fast pacedown the hill, and on to where the hearse was just beginning to pick up a dignified speed. ‘DAVIE, WAIT!’ Waving and shouting, she kept after him. And as he leaped onto the running-board of the hearse, he saw her.‘DAVIE!’ Out of breath and fast losing him, Judy put a spurt on. But there was no chance of her catching up, and Davie made no sign of jumping off the vehicle. He had watched the service from the back of the church and hid while they put his mammy onto the hearse, and now he had to go with her and lay the wild posies he’d collected. Moreover, he needed to know where she lay, so he would never forget.
‘GO BACK!’ Davie’s voice carried on the wind. ‘Don’t forget I love you…and tell my grandad I love him!’
As the distance between them grew wider, Davie let their images soak into his memory; his beloved father and grandfather, and Judy and her family, the kindest people he had ever known. And he wondered how he would manage without them. There was no telling where he might end up or how long he might be gone, and whether he would ever come back to this place, where he had known both contentment and unhappiness in equal measures.
For now though, his future was not something that concerned him, because only an arm’s reach away, his mother lay lifeless, gone from his sight and from his life forever.
His father had been crippled by the burden he had carried for too long, and there was a real possibility that he might never see him again. But the boy wanted to see him. He needed to tell him the way of things, and how neither of them were to blame. At this moment in time, he longed for his father’s presence, more than at any other time in his entire life.
Yet even as he whispered Don’s name, his eyes on Rita’s coffin, the piece of paper that his daddy had given him, with the precious contact name on it, fell out of his trouser pocket and was immediately whisked into a hawthorn hedge by a passing gust of wind. And there it lay wedged, unread, while the elements, seasons, and myriad hedge-dwelling creatures reduced it to a sodden scrap. And father and son were lost to each other, unless a kinder wind might blow them back together.
Judy waved to Davie until her arm ached. And even when he and the hearse were out of sight, she continued to wave at the empty horizon.
When she climbed wearily back up the hill towards the church, her parents were sitting quietly on the wall. The lane was almost deserted, and the church was empty.‘Come on, sweetheart’ Beth came forward to slide a comforting arm round her daughter’s sh
oulders. ‘Your dad’s waiting to take us home.’
As Tom drew away from the church car park, Patsy Reynolds climbed into the front passenger seat of a battered and elderly Ford, and lit a cigarette.
‘Stuck-up bunch, them Make peaces, ain’t they?’ she commented to her husband. ‘Looked a bit shocked when we said about keeping Lenny under our thumb. None of their bleedin’ business, anyhow.’‘I couldn’t give a sod how shocked they were!’ Ron’s mood had darkened. He wished he hadn’t taken time off from his job as a tram-driver to come here. But if they wanted to butter up old Joseph, they had to play the game.
Patsy dug him in the ribs. ‘Hey, you know what?’
Scowling, he swung round. ‘What?’
‘I were just thinking.’ A sly grin crept over her features.
‘Oh, I see.’ Thinking himself lucky, his passion rose. There was no one around, and it excited him, the thought of taking her here, on so-called sacred ground. ‘Want some, do you?’ he said huskily, and slid his hand under her skirt.
‘Get off, you randy sod!’ She pushed him away, and blew smoke in his face. ‘I were just thinking about them Make peaces, being shocked at what we said about Lenny.’
‘So what?’ Impatient, he started the car engine.
‘Well, just you think about it.’ She smiled, a look of devilment on her face. ‘If they knew the truth, they’d have something to be shocked about, wouldn’t they, eh?’
‘What are you getting at, you silly moo?’
Nervously glancing about, Patsy lowered her voice to a whisper. ‘It’s as well they don’t know the truth – about Lenny, I mean.’
Ron snorted. ‘You’re right. Mind, it would be a real treat to see the look on their faces.’ Glancing at Tom’s car as it travelled slowly along the lower lane, he shouted at the top of his voice, ‘That’s summat you didn’t know, you miserable buggers – the truth about the lad. Oh yes! Put the cat among the pigeons, that would.’
‘Shut your bloody trap!’ Patsy warned him. ‘Just keep it buttoned! If the truth got out, we could end up in jail.’ She punched her husband hard on the shoulder. ‘You’d do well to remember that.’
As they hastily departed for home, the hitherto jovial atmosphere was quickly replaced by a moody silence, punctuated by the wheezings and bouncings of a vehicle that was well past its prime.
CHAPTER NINE
‘WHY DO YOU think Annie and her mam didn’t come?’ asked Judy as her dad drove home, relieved to be away from the oppressive atmosphere of the funeral.
Annie Needham and Judy had hit it off right away, from their very first day at Elm Grove Girls’ School. Although no one could take the place of Davie in Judy’s affections, it was grand to have another girl as a friend; someone to talk things through with – things that she would have been too shy to mention to Davie.‘I’m not sure,’ answered Beth. ‘I think Mrs Needham helped Joseph out when his wife died some years ago – that was before Don and Rita and Davie moved back in with him. We heard she’d done a bit of shopping for him and the like. The Needhams rented a house in Jackson Street then. Oh well. May be she’s just too busy with her own family. She’s got an older boy, apart from Annie, hasn’t she?’
‘Yes – Philip. He’s a butcher’s apprentice and he’s horrible. Gives me the creeps,’ said Judy. ‘Mam, could I go and see Annie, just for a bit? I’ll come straight home on the bus, I promise.’
Annie was a strapping, dark-haired girl, the anti-thesis of Judy in many ways, being wild and rebellious, sometimes lazy and argumentative, and above all – flirtatious. But underneath all that, Judy had found her to be a caring and loyal friend. And when Annie wanted to fight the world, Judy’s quiet nature and wise observations had a calming influence on the girl. Like the hand and the glove, these two opposites seemed to fit together incredibly well. And just at this lonely, confused moment in her life, Judy longed for her friend’s no-nonsense approach.
‘Aye, lass, why not. Might do you a power of good.’ Beth thoroughly approved of Evie Need-ham, Annie’s mother, who was an ordinary, hardworking woman, content with her lot, much like Beth herself. Evie liked a good old chat and was always ready for a laugh, although her husband was much shyer. However, Beth was not so keen on Annie herself, considering her to be a difficult girl, cheeky and insolent. What on earth Judy saw in her, she couldn’t tell – but she liked to see her daughter being happy and so she kept quiet about her reservations.
‘Dad will let you off at the top of Derwent Street,’ she went on, ‘but you must catch the early evening bus home. I don’t want you wandering the streets alone at all hours.’
‘All right, Mam, I will – I promise.’ Judy decided to go into the corner shop later on and buy some toffee pincushions for her and Annie to share. The other girl loved them. She also had enough pocket money left to buy two bags of Smith’s crisps as well. She enjoyed opening the little blue twist of paper containing the salt, and sprinkling it over the crinkly brown crisps.
As Tom turned into Derwent Street, the car began coughing and spluttering. ‘It’s time you treated yourself to a new vehicle,’ Beth told him straight. ‘This contraption was a bad buy when you got it, and if you ask me, it’s on its last legs.’
‘Give over, woman. This’ll do me. Anyway, I can’t afford no new vehicle,’ he replied indignantly. ‘I’m a farmer, and a milkman, to earn a few extra bob. I’ve got no fancy money to be changing vehicles.’ He grinned wickedly. ‘Now, if you were to talk about a new young bull to serve the cows…well, happen if I were pushed, I might find the money for that.’
‘You’ll do no such thing!’ Beth gave him one of her stern looks. ‘If you’ve got money to spare, you can get me a new bathroom. That’s what’s most needed, never mind bulls and the like!’
Seated comfortably in the back, Judy was kept amused by her parents’ good-natured banter.
Annie Needham was playing hopscotch out on the pavement by herself when she saw them turn the corner. ‘Mam, it’s Judy!’ she called in through the front door. Running to the kerb, she waited for them to arrive.
‘This is a nice street, don’t you think, Tom?’ Beth had a liking for Derwent Street. Long and meandering, it was flanked by small square houses with high windows dressed in pretty lace curtains. There was a cast-iron lamp-post at either end; an ancient pub with bay windows on one corner, and a shop straddling the corner at the other end. ‘If I weren’t so happy on the farm, I reckon I wouldn’t mind living along here.’
Her husband smiled knowingly. ‘You’re as likely to leave the farm as I am to walk stark naked through a busy marketplace,’ he teased. ‘Anyway, why d’you think I married you, eh?’
Beth smiled at the idea of him walking naked past fat Lily on the fish-stall; bold as brass and twice as crude, she made no secret of her fancy for Tom. ‘I’ve no idea,’ she replied, ‘but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.’
‘I married you, because you have the same passion for the land as I have.’
‘Is that so?’ Beth feigned indignation. ‘So now the truth comes out, does it?’
‘What d’you mean?’
‘Well, here’s me thinking you married me because you loved me, and now I see how wrong I was.’ She winked at Judy, who knew her mammy was joshing anyway.
Tom, however, was completely wrong footed. ‘No…oh no! What I meant was…Oh dear,’ he stuttered, ‘it all came out wrong. I didn’t mean it like that.’
‘All right then. I forgive you.’ Her face relaxed into a cheeky grin, and he knew she had been toying with him.
‘Elizabeth Makepeace, you’re a right little madam, that’s what you are.’ Tom was visibly relieved. ‘You know very well I never wanted nobody but you…ever!’
‘I know that, you silly old fool! But happen that’s ’cause nobody else would have you.’ She gave him a sound kiss on the face, and all was well.
‘Hello, Mr Makepeace.’ Annie stepped forward as he wound down the window. ‘Mrs Makepeace.’ She peeped into the car at Be
th. ‘All right are you?’
Beth thanked her kindly and said that yes, she was fine.
When Judy climbed out, still clad in her funeral clothes, Annie hugged her tight. ‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ she said. ‘Mam said you would have gone up to the church. I wanted to come too, but Mam wouldn’t let me. She said as how it would be hypocritical, as she didn’t approve of what Rita Adams had done to her family.’
‘Give my regards to your mam,’ Beth called as Tom pulled away, ‘and don’t forget what I said, Judy. You’re to get the early bus back.’
Evie Needham appeared at the door just then, covered in a dusting of flour and looking flustered. ‘Cheerio!’ She gave them a nod and a wave, showering the pavement with flour as she waved her hand.
‘Nice woman,’ Beth said as they chugged down the street. ‘Attractive in a quiet way’
‘Hmh.’ Tom gave her a sideways glance. ‘She’s only a little thing, isn’t she? Meks you wonder how she ever had such a lolloping great lump like young Annie.’
Beth rolled her eyes. ‘Tom! I must say, you have a wonderful way with words.’ But she had to chuckle, because he was right. As always.
When the two girls walked into the kitchen, Evie was up to her armpits in bread making. ‘We thought we might have a picnic down by the canal, Mam. Is there anything we can take with us?’ Going to the pantry, Annie began delving for treats. ‘Philip must have been in here,’ she grumbled. ‘The shelves are empty. I thought as there were a bit o’ bread pudding and some cold ham and egg pie.’
Evie apologised. ‘Your brother did take most of the food with him when he went to work this morning.’ Wiping her hands on a tea-towel, she dug into her pinnie pocket. ‘There’s two shillings.’ She gave the florin to Annie. ‘You should get a few treats with that. It can do for your tea. And don’t be back later than seven, Annie, or I’ll start to worry.’‘OK, Mam – but I wish you wouldn’t treat me like a kid. I’m thirteen now – nearly old enough to leave school.’ All the way to the corner shop, Annie moaned about her older brother. ‘Greedy bugger! Phil doesn’t give a sod about anybody else but himself.’
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