that role; it would certainly not be her.
She kissed Steve when he left her at the hotel, but on the cheek only, and turned without even a hug and opened the door to the stairs.
Christ Almighty! Steve thought. He knew the rage, still burning within him, needed some outlet. Sex would fit the bill nicely and he turned to make for one of his familiar haunts, where he knew one or two of the women liked him to be a bit rough.
Lizzie waited for Tressa to come in that night, not a thing she did now as a rule, but she needed to talk to her about Steve. They both had the whole evening off and so, after tea with the family, Mike had probably taken Tressa out somewhere. Steve might have done the same if that distressing scene at the house hadn’t happened. It seemed to have upset Steve totally, and whether he’d forgotten Lizzie had the evening off or whether he’d wanted to be by himself, she didn’t know nor care. In the few hours she’d been with the family, she had had enough of them all; enough to last a lifetime. How could one simple question start such a barrage? She was glad to reach the peace and quiet of her room, for her nerves were still jangling, and she lay down on her bed fully clothed and thought about it.
She was woken by Betty and Pat, who’d been on duty, coming in and complaining about their feet. They’d turned the light on before they noticed Lizzie.
‘Sorry!’
‘That’s all right,’ Lizzie said. ‘I must have dropped off.’
‘You’re back early.’
‘Aye, let’s say it wasn’t a total success.’
‘Oh!’
‘Aye, Steve had a row with his brother, which turned into a fight.’
‘That’s men all over,’ Betty said. ‘Solve everything with their bloody fists.’
‘Well, I was glad to leave anyway,’ Lizzie said. ‘It’s not my idea of a pleasant Sunday afternoon. I’ll wait for Tressa and see what she makes of it.’
‘You won’t see your cousin for some time yet,’ Pat said.
‘How late is it usually then?’ Lizzie said. ‘I never hear her come in.’
‘I know you don’t hear her,’ Betty told her. ‘You must be a deep sleeper. It’s always the early hours when she arrives home. She’s woken me a few times. She has an arrangement with the night porter to let her in when she knocks in a certain way.’
‘The early hours!’ Lizzie repeated. ‘What does she do till the early hours?’
The two girls giggled. ‘Don’t you know about the birds and the bees?’ Pat said with a smirk. ‘I’d have a good guess at what she’s up to, her and that feller she has. Lead you on, blokes do. You’ve got to keep your wits about you. I tell you, Lizzie, it would be good to warn her, like. A girl needs to watch herself.’
‘Yeah, and she’s in a state sometimes,’ Betty put in.
‘A state?’
‘Yeah, drunk, like, or very near it, anyroad.’
‘I had no idea, though I know she’s hard to rouse sometimes, but then she has never been easy to get up.’
‘Thought you hadn’t guessed,’ Betty said. ‘Glad to have told you. You’re the only one to have a word. She’d not listen to us.’
‘She’ll probably not listen to me where Mike’s concerned.’
‘Well, at least you’ll have tried,’ Betty said. ‘Sorry, I won’t be able to keep you company if you’re set on sitting up for her, I’m jiggered.’
‘Me too,’ Pat agreed. ‘And me feet are burning.’
‘I don’t need company,’ Lizzie said. ‘You get to bed, you’ve been at it all day.’
She lay quiet until the girls’ even breathing told her they were asleep and then she got softly out of bed. The clock at St Phillip’s Cathedral tower, opposite the hotel, said nearly eleven o’clock, and she decided to get herself ready for bed and then if she did drop off in the wait it didn’t matter.
Before half-eleven she’d finished her ablutions and was undressed, her Sunday clothes put back in the wardrobe and her uniform for work in the morning hanging on the picture rail. She was in her nightdress and tucked up in bed, with just the lights on her side of the room lit, and was reading a book she’d bought from a stall in the market.
Twice she got up to go to the toilet and looked at the clock, and twice she dropped to sleep, the book still in her hands, and was jerked awake. By half past one she decided Tressa could go hang herself for all she cared, she was too tired to wait any more and both of them were on earlies the following day. She put the book down, padded across the floor to put out the light, and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her.
The light flooding the room pulled her back from the edge of a wonderful dream and she opened her eyes wearily, blinking in the sudden brightness to see her cousin standing there. Her face was aglow, as if a light had been lit behind it, and there was an inane grin on her face. Betty’s words came back to her.
‘You’re drunk,’ she said.
Tressa giggled. ‘Maybe,’ she replied. ‘We were celebrating.’
The blood in Lizzie’s veins suddenly felt like ice. ‘Celebrating what?’
‘Getting engaged!’
‘Getting engaged!’ Lizzie repeated, relieved it wasn’t something worse.
‘No ring yet,’ Tressa said. ‘I mean, Mike asked me to marry him tonight, and I said “yes” of course, and then he said he must ask Mammy and Daddy and do the thing properly, but that won’t be a problem. I’ve told them about Mike every week and how wonderful he is.’
‘You’re so young to be engaged.’
‘No I’m not,’ Tressa protested. ‘I’ll be twenty in July. We’re not getting married yet awhile. We have to save quite a bit first, Mike said. But an engagement is a commitment.’
‘I’ll say,’ Lizzie agreed. She got out of bed and crossed to the window. ‘It’s turned two o’clock.’
‘Who cares,’ Tressa laughed, turning a pirouette in the room. ‘Mike bought a bottle of champagne.’
‘Put a sock in it, why don’t you,’ Pat’s weary voice said from the other side of the room, and Tressa, her face still wreathed in smiles, put her finger to her lips in the exaggerated manner of a drunk. ‘Ssh.’
‘Tressa, get to bed, we’ve work in the morning,’ Lizzie advised.
Tressa tossed her head and went on, but in a whisper, ‘I care nothing about tomorrow. It’s another day. What I care about is Mike, I love him so much I ache. I want to be near him all day and lie curled around him every night.’
‘Tressa!’ Lizzie said in dread. ‘Tressa, you haven’t…?’
‘No,
