like real words,’ said Billy, remarkably seriously for him. ‘By that method you could assume, then, that DEF means DEATH.’
‘SARAH DEATH,’ said Stella. ‘Well, that’s charming, that is, Billy Manners.’
‘Only an idea,’ he said, weakly.
‘And he’s right,’ agreed Sadie. ‘That’s just what it could mean.’
‘Come on,’ said Stella. ‘Let’s give it a rest for one night.’ She pushed back a chair and collected up the pack of lettered cards.
They huddled around the dying embers of the fire. ‘Hey, I’ll tell you girls something,’ whispered Billy.
‘Tell us what?’ said Stella, tiredly. She thought they must be mad, staying up so late when they were working.
‘I’ve never shared digs with two such smashers before as you two – and that’s the truth.’ He chuckled as he began rem iniscing over a past incident. ‘Usually I end up with two Russian acrobats, or four midgets who can’t quite reach the table: I end up having to feed them, and then my own dinner gets cold.’
He gave the girls a full smile that glimmered in the firelight. ‘You’ve got lovely teeth, Billy,’ remarked Sadie.
‘Thanks. I’ve another nice set in a glass upstairs. I’ll show you those tomorrow night.’
‘Billy,’ Stella chided. Then she said, ‘Where are you working next week?’
‘Palace, Newcastle. Then I’ve got two Moss Empires; Empire Swansea and . . .’
‘God, that’s a helluva journey. Swansea to Newcastle.’
‘No. Newcastle to Swansea,’ Billy checked.
‘Does that make it shorter?’
‘And then I’m at the Empire, Edinburgh.’
‘Swansea to Edinburgh?’
‘I’m trying not to think about it,’ he winced.
‘Who’s your agent?’
‘Michael White of Theo Connell Associates.’
‘Doesn’t he like you?’
‘Well, they are the Moss circuit,’ he defended.
Sadie said, a little too honestly for Stella’s liking, ‘We haven’t played a number-one yet.’
‘We will do, though,’ promised Stella, and Billy couldn’t imagine much stopping her. She glanced up at him. ‘In fact, we may have to fill in for an act at the Hippodrome, Bristol, straight from here. Then we’ll have done a number-one.’
‘Which act is that?’ he asked.
‘Tip or Tap.’
‘Oh, I know them,’ chuckled Billy. ‘I was working with them only six weeks back. Do you know them?’
‘Only of them. Never worked with them.’
‘Two very nice girls there,’ he said with a wink.
‘I thought they were fellas?’ said a naive Sadie.
‘Almost. They walk with a limp, if you know what I mean.’
‘Are they – you know what?’ asked Sadie, delicately.
‘Oh, yes, I know what. And they know what as well.’
‘One of them got done by a sailor,’ revealed Stella, recalling a story she’d heard about them from Ronnie Brookfield.
‘Eh?’
‘It’s true. They were returning to their digs in Plymouth after a show one night when a sailor pounced on them.’ Billy started laughing. ‘This sailor ran off with the small one.’
‘And what did the other one do?’
‘He fainted.’ Now Billy exploded with laughter. He thrived on these sort of stories. They gave him a basis for fresh material.
Sadie said, ‘You shouldn’t laugh at someone else’s misery, Billy.’
‘That’s the best time to laugh. You don’t want to laugh at your own.’
‘Keep your voices down,’ urged Stella in a hushed voice. ‘You’ll have Mrs Fisher down on us.’
Billy rubbed his hands together excitedly. ‘Tell me more about Tip or Tap,’ he begged.
‘Well, he finally went to the police station to report the abduction of his friend. The police officer thought he was describing a girl. You can imagine his face when Tip or Tap came out with lines like “going bald”, “ double-breasted suit”, and “dance together”. Of course, he turned up in the end, having left behind him a very satisfied sailor.’
Billy cried hysterically into his hankie for a minute.
‘C’mon. Bedtime, you lot,’ announced Stella as she collected their mugs.
‘Is that an invitation, by chance?’ asked Billy with bright eyes. She kicked his shin.
‘You wouldn’t be able to handle the two of us.’
‘Maybe not, but think of the fun I’d have in trying.’ He grinned as he stood up. ‘That sailor-man managed on his own with old Tip or Tap.’
‘SARAH DEATH’ was all Sadie could think of as she switched out the lights and snuggled up. Eventually she did fall asleep. Under her pillow was a letter from Tommy. She never slept without it. She thought it the most wonderful love-letter in the world, though she would have preferred it that he hadn’t signed off ‘yours sincerely’.
A little typical of Tommy, she’d thought.
Stella stayed awake a little longer than her sister. As usual, when she could enjoy a tranquil moment, she considered her work.
Can’t always be song-and-dance performers. We must branch out a bit. Maybe break into the films.
It was thoughts like these that gave her her motivation. The way the future was going to go for her, she’d need all the motivation she possessed.
Chapter Five
After Grimsby, Sadie went straight home into the waiting arms of Tommy and Stella went to London in an effort to find them more work. Sadie had no problem in getting her old job back in the cake shop, though her mother made a point of telling everyone that it was because she was such a good worker – just like her dad.
Tommy took the rolled gold watch to Samuel’s, though instead of having it repaired he did a direct swop for a rolled gold neck chain, with a petite black ebony cross attached. The chain was a little too long for Sadie which consequently caused the cross to become lost in her cleavage. It wouldn’t have been important, except that the cross
