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  Edith shut the window and then set about sponging him down, noting that his spots were actually fading slightly. Perhaps he was turning the corner. ‘Are you hungry?’ she asked encouragingly. ‘Maybe Mummy can bring you some beef tea.’ But he shook his head.

  She went on to check his eyes and ears in case of any extra complications. ‘And have you had a pain in your tummy?’ she wondered, knowing that any disturbances of that kind could indicate still further problems. Wearily he shook his head once more, and turned his face into the pillow.

  Edith swiftly finished her work and was just opening the window again when Mrs Bell returned, glass in hand. She had put on the flannel overall that Edith had lent her so that her own housecoat wouldn’t spread infection throughout the rest of the home. ‘See if you can get him to drink it,’ Edith urged. ‘He might still be off his food but he’s got to keep up his fluid intake. That’s more important than getting him to eat anything. Maybe some thin soup, when his appetite returns.’

  Mrs Bell sat on the bed and looked at her boy with exhausted, concerned affection. ‘He’s a good little chap usually. Loves his pie and mash.’

  Edith smiled. ‘It might be a while before he manages any pie. Mash would be good though, with beef gravy if there’s any going. But whatever you do, don’t let anyone else eat his leftovers or they might still catch this and we don’t want that.’

  Mrs Bell’s shoulders slumped. ‘That’s easier said than done. We can’t afford to waste food. There’s too many mouths to feed and that’s a fact.’

  Edith nodded in acknowledgement. The guidelines insisted that a patient’s leftover meals should be burnt or flushed down the lavatory, which was fine if you had a bathroom upstairs, but far from easy if not. Again the rules were hard to apply in circumstances such as these. ‘Just do your best,’ she said encouragingly. ‘You’ve managed very well so far. Having a mother who is prepared to go to all these lengths makes a great difference – you’d be surprised. I know all these rules seem silly, but they work. I do believe he might be on the mend.’

  Mrs Bell’s expression changed to one of hope. ‘Really? Do you think so?’

  Edith bit her lip, wondering if she had said too much too soon. After all, it was only an impression she’d formed and she wasn’t the doctor. However, she had seen such cases before and knew what to look for. ‘It’s early days,’ she cautioned, ‘but I’d say his spots have gone past the worst. Also his temperature is down a notch even though he feels hot. So keep on doing what you’re doing, and we’ll see how he goes on.’

  Mrs Bell hurriedly wiped one eye. ‘Thank you, nurse,’ she said softly. ‘I don’t know what we’d do without you.’

  ‘There’s a message for you,’ Mary greeted her on her return.

  For a moment Edith’s heart flew to her mouth and her pulse quickened, but then she damped down the feeling. The one person she most wanted to hear from would never write to her again.

  ‘Looks as if it’s from Peggy,’ Mary went on, oblivious to what Edith was thinking. ‘I haven’t seen her for ages, have you?’

  ‘No,’ Edith replied, taking the envelope and sticking it in her skirt pocket while she set down her bag. ‘Blimey, my arm’s aching from carrying all that extra stuff. So many infectious cases at the moment – or is it just me?’

  Mary shrugged. ‘I had two confirmed of measles today, and one suspected case. I shall have to notify the school. What a palaver. Fancy some tea?’ she added, heading for the stairs to the common room.

  ‘I’ll see you down there,’ said Edith, knowing she would have to sort out her bag first.

  When she eventually joined her friend, several other nurses had gathered on the same table, comparing measles cases.

  ‘It’s so hard on the mothers,’ said Belinda, a tall, dark-haired nurse who had joined the home in the New Year, fresh from her QNI training, but who was now thoroughly used to working on the district. ‘They all say the same thing – they wish they’d never come back after being evacuated. They think that if they’d stayed away in their billets, the children would still be all right.’

  Edith sat down. ‘That’s daft, though. You can catch measles as easily out in the countryside as in the city. It doesn’t care who it infects.’

  Alice agreed. ‘Yes, of course, but it’s true that the parents feel awful and blame themselves. Anyway, it will be the end of term soon and perhaps some families will go back to where they were evacuated because of the threat of invasion.’

  Mary immediately turned on her. ‘Don’t talk rot. There won’t be one.’

  Alice looked at her levelly. ‘We don’t know that, Mary. There might well be. We just can’t say. The fact is that some parents have told the schools they’re taking their children away again, and it’s making the teachers’ lives very difficult as they don’t know what to plan for the new September term, invasion or no invasion.’ One of Alice’s friends was a teacher at a nearby primary school, and so she was up to date on their day-to-day problems.

  Mary wasn’t prepared to argue with Alice, who – it was generally acknowledged – was better informed than anyone else when it came to current affairs, as she spent much of her spare time reading the newspapers or glued to the news on the wireless. She decided to change the subject instead.

  ‘What did Peggy have to say?’ she asked, turning to Edith.

  Edith had quite forgotten about the envelope in the hurry to sort out her potentially infected clothing, find a fresh set for tomorrow’s visit, and to restock her Gladstone bag for the morning. ‘I don’t know. I haven’t had a moment to look.’

  ‘Well, how about now?’ demanded Mary impatiently. In the absence of any letters for herself, Edith receiving one was the next best thing.

  Edith obligingly reached into her pocket and drew it out, jagging it open with her index finger. ‘All right … she says it’s a shame we haven’t seen each other for a while, and she knows what it feels like …’ Edith took a quick gulp and went on, ‘so why don’t I come and meet her in the Duke’s Arms on Friday evening after work and we can pretend it’s like old times. Well, without Harry and Pete, of course.’ There, she’d done it, she’d said his name in front of a group of people and not broken down. She silently patted herself on the back.

  ‘Would you want to?’ asked Alice doubtfully.

  Edith sighed. ‘If you’d asked me even last week, I’d have said no. But she might have a point. I don’t want to spend the summer moping around. Harry wouldn’t have wanted it and neither would Pete. After all, what harm could it do? It’s only down the road and we’ll know lots of people there. Clarrie might come.’ Peggy’s friend Clarrie worked in the gas-mask factory as well. She too was part of the old school gang. ‘Why don’t you come along, Al? Or Mary? Belinda?’

  Alice shook her head. ‘I don’t think so. You go, but I’ll stay in.’ Everyone knew her idea of a good time was an evening spent reading a book in her room.

  Belinda raised her eyebrows. ‘I might. There’s a chance my brother will be in town, and if he is I’ll want to try to meet him, but who knows with the trains these days. So I’ll see, if that’s all right with you.’

  Mary beamed. ‘Count me in. Charles will be working late again, and so just you try to stop me.’

  Gwen let her good friend Miriam take the window seat as they stepped onto the bus. Miriam had been adamant that Gwen should not waste her day off but accompany her to the West End for a shopping trip. Gwen had gone along, but more for the pleasure of spending the afternoon with her friend than with the intention of buying anything. She wasn’t particularly interested in what she wore; clothes served a purpose and that was that. Most of the time she wore her nurse’s uniform anyway. Miriam, however, had other ideas.

  ‘You can’t let what’s going on in the world stop you doing what you enjoy,’ she had said. ‘For me, that’s buying nice clothes. No, don’t wrinkle your nose like that. If you don’t want to buy anything yourself, I shan’t make you, but do me the favour of comin
g along and telling me what suits me best.’

  Gwen had recognised this was simply a ruse, as nobody knew what suited Miriam better than Miriam herself. Now she glanced at her friend, beautifully turned out in a lilac skirt with matching light cotton jacket over a cream blouse with a delicate lace collar. She had kept her figure and it was hard to believe she had an adult son. Other women might have been jealous, but Gwen was happy for her, as she knew it mattered to Miriam that she looked smart. She had her role to play as the wife of a successful businessman. Also, she simply loved clothes.

  ‘I’m sure this little summer coat will come in useful,’ she said happily, patting the bag on her lap. ‘And how lucky that they had a scarf to go with it. You could have got one as well, Gwen.’

  Gwen laughed. ‘Where would I wear it? Teaching first aid? I don’t think so.’

  ‘You’d wear it for the pure pleasure of it,’ Miriam laughed. ‘I always feel better when I have a nice scarf. It can make or break an outfit, you know.’

  Gwen raised her eyebrows. ‘I’m sure it can. Just not one of mine.’ She glanced down at her plain grey skirt and serviceable beige blouse, which she’d run up from material she’d found at Ridley Road market.

  ‘Yes, even yours.’ Miriam tapped her on the arm. ‘Something in dark green would lift it. I have something I could lend you if you like.’

  Gwen shook her head. ‘Thank you, but it would be wasted on me. You keep it. You’ll enjoy it more.’

  They fell silent as they passed the shop fronts of Tottenham Court Road. There were still goods to buy but not as many as this time last year. There was an unspoken air of people going shopping while they still could. It was partly why Gwen had come. Even if she didn’t want anything, it was still a spectacle, and she didn’t know if or when she would be able to do so again. Like so many Londoners she was filled with a sense of deep foreboding.

  A young couple got on and sat a few seats in front of them. The young man wore the uniform of the RAF, and the girl looked as if she had been crying as her eyes were red and puffy. She clung to his arm and looked imploringly up into his face. They were too far away for Gwen to hear what they were saying, but it wasn’t hard to guess.

  She caught Miriam’s gaze.

  Miriam shifted in her seat. ‘Did I tell you what I have decided to do?’

  ‘I don’t think so.’

  Miriam nodded in determination. ‘I’m joining the WVS.’

  ‘The Women’s Voluntary Services?’

  ‘Yes, exactly.’ Miriam’s face was serious. ‘I am tired of hearing the news and feeling I’m doing nothing.’

  ‘But you’re always so busy,’ Gwen pointed out. ‘You’ve opened your house to families escaping Hitler.’

  Miriam shrugged. ‘The families are no trouble – this new couple don’t have children, and they see to themselves most of the time. I have plenty of spare hours and I want to do something worthwhile with them. They need people who are organised and prepared to turn their hand to anything, so I thought I might fit in.’

  ‘Well, I should think they’d welcome you with open arms,’ Gwen said decisively. ‘You must let me know how you get on. If I can help, I will, but I won’t be able to join full time or anything like that. We’re going to be even busier from now on.’

  ‘Really?’ Miriam asked. ‘Do you know something I don’t about what’s happening over in France or Germany?’

  Gwen realised her friend had misunderstood. ‘No, I meant at the home. We’re taking on two more newly qualified district nurses. These ones are Irish. They start as soon as we can sort out their accommodation.’

  Miriam looked surprised. ‘I thought your home was full?’

  ‘It is,’ said Gwen, ‘but the woman who owns one of the flats next door has told us she’s going to live with her sister, and she’s given us first refusal on renting it from her. Fiona says we’d be silly to turn down the chance. It’s only small but it has two rooms. They don’t need a living room, as they can share our common room and canteen. It’s ideal, even if highly irregular. I don’t say I approve of bending the rules like that but, as long as Fiona’s happy, who am I to say no? She’s in charge.’

  Miriam nodded in assent. ‘These aren’t normal times, are they? I could be wrong and I hope I am, but you might need every pair of hands available soon.’

  Gwen stared out of the window, as the bus went past Sadler’s Wells. ‘I’d love you to be wrong, I really would,’ she said, ‘but I have a horrible feeling you aren’t.’

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ‘Look, there’s Billy,’ said Peggy, tugging on Edith’s arm as they rounded the corner to the Duke’s Arms. ‘Doesn’t he walk well now? You’d never think he’d been in that awful accident before Christmas, would you?’

  Edith waved as Billy glanced along the street and saw the group of young women. ‘That’s nice, we can go in with him,’ she said. Once she wouldn’t have thought twice about going into a pub on her own, but that was when she had been young and carefree. Meeting Harry had steadied her – that and a year of district nursing. ‘He was lucky, though,’ she went on. ‘His leg has healed properly and he doesn’t have a trace of a limp. If he’d got an infection it would have been a different story.’

  Belinda, walking just behind them with Mary, joined in. ‘Why? What happened?’

  ‘Oh, of course, it was before you came,’ said Edith. ‘Billy saw a car careering out of control down the high road and heading straight for a woman and her baby in a pram, so he threw them all into a doorway and saved their lives. The car hit him and broke his leg. Alice was the first nurse on the scene and she said it could all have been so much worse if he hadn’t been there.’

  ‘Goodness.’ Belinda looked with respect at the young man now walking towards them. ‘He must be very brave.’

  Peggy nodded. ‘He wanted to join up but he’s got flat feet. Just as well, though, or he wouldn’t have been walking along at just the right time, and Kath and little Brian would be dead.’

  ‘Oh, so you know the woman?’ Belinda asked.

  ‘Yes, she’s our friend. She was all shook up about it but wasn’t really hurt. A few cuts and bruises, that was that. Now we all think Billy’s a hero. And he went over on one of them little boats to Dunkirk.’

  ‘Did he?’ said Belinda, her eyes glinting with interest.

  Billy tugged at the lapels of his jacket as he strode towards the women. ‘Evening, ladies.’ He grinned broadly. ‘What a lovely evening it is an’ all. How you doing, Peggy?’ he asked his old friend with concern.

  ‘Not so bad, Billy.’ Peggy smiled gamely, pushing her hand through her light brown hair. ‘Me and Edie thought it was time we showed our faces in public again, and we brought along Mary – you know each other, don’t you? – and this is Belinda.’

  ‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Billy, offering his hand, which Belinda shook. ‘Are you a nurse too?’

  ‘I am,’ said Belinda. ‘I’ve been at the same home as Edith and Mary since January, but I’ve never been to the Duke’s Arms before.’

  ‘Well, you’re in for a treat,’ Billy promised. ‘I arranged to meet a couple of mates from the docks and they’re bringing some others, so we’ll make a proper night of it.’ He waved his arm to usher them forward, then dropped back to speak to Edith in a quiet voice. ‘You all right, Edie? Not too soon to come out after … well, you know?’

  Edith took a deep breath. In all honesty she was feeling rather shaky, but she was determined not to show it. She didn’t want to ruin her friends’ evening out. ‘No, I’m doing well, thanks, Billy,’ she said as steadily as she could. ‘I’ll take it easy, and if I feel like going home before the others then I will. But thank you for asking.’

  Billy nodded solemnly. ‘I’ll walk you back if you like.’

  Edith smiled at him in gratitude. ‘We’ll see how we go.’

  Billy’s colleagues were gathered around a wooden table and bench in the beer garden, taking advantage of the warmth of the evening
sun. He hurried to make the introductions. ‘This is Ronald, and this is Kenny,’ he said. ‘We were all down the same warehouse this morning and they fancied seeing my neck of the woods.’

  ‘Didn’t tell us that you had such lovely lady friends, though,’ said Ronald, the taller one, with a kindly face. ‘Kept that under your hat, you did, Billy.’

  Peggy stepped forward a little. ‘We didn’t tell him we was coming,’ she said. ‘We kept it as a surprise, though we thought he would be here.’

  Edith watched her friend with a hint of amazement. She herself was in no mood for talking pertly to a group of strange men, even if they were Billy’s mates. She couldn’t imagine flirting with anyone ever again. But perhaps this was Peggy’s way of coping.

  ‘Then we’re lucky twice over,’ smiled Ronald. ‘And this here’s my brother, Alfie. He’s not one of us from the warehouse, as you can see.’ He indicated a man with tightly cropped sandy hair, in Royal Air Force uniform, who turned to acknowledge the newcomers.

  ‘Hello,’ he said, and his voice was pure East End, just like his brother’s. ‘Yes, got a spot of leave so came to see my kid brother. Brought along my mate Laurence, as he’s so far from home.’

  Another man turned to the group, his uniform jacket over his arm. ‘Hello, ladies,’ he said, his accent immediately marking him out. ‘Thanks for brightening our evening.’

  Mary perked up. ‘I say, are you Canadian?’

  Laurence’s eyes crinkled in appreciation. ‘Got it in one. Must say I’m impressed. Most folks think I’m from the States.’

  ‘Oh, it was a lucky guess,’ said Mary.

  Edith smiled to herself. Before her colleague had met Charles, she had been extremely keen on going dancing to meet Canadians. She could see that this particular Canadian liked Mary’s attention – but then, plenty of men took notice of her friend’s curves.

  ‘Where are you stationed?’ asked Belinda.