snatched it up and downed it in two gulps as though scared her sister might get to it first.
‘Done alright, ‘n’t yer?’ Sarah finally sourly observed.
‘Yeah. And that’s the way it’s staying so say your piece and get going.’ Connie put the back of a hand to her moist mouth. ‘Mr Lucas’ll be here any minute.’
‘Mr Lucas?’ Sarah chortled. ‘Is that what you call him?’
‘He likes me to be formal with him … respectful, he calls it. Gentlemen that age got manners ‘n’ things,’ Connie continued defensively.
‘Got money ‘n’ things ‘n’ all, some of them old gentlemen like your Mr Lucas,’ Sarah jibed.
‘He’s a nice old stick; treats me well anyhow,’ Connie snapped.
‘Yeah … I can see,’ Sarah replied with increasing sarcasm as she deliberately studied evidence of Connie’s lucrative profession.
‘Oh … just piss off, will you.’ Connie flounced about.
‘I will, don’t worry, soon as I’ve told you what I want,’ Sarah said. ‘And just in case you think I’m pickin’ on you ’cos you’ve turned flash and tarty I’ll tell you now I’m going after Louisa ‘n’ all over this.’
‘You’re going after Louisa, are you?’ Connie twisted about and hooted in amusement. ‘Weren’t so long ago you was scared witless of her.’
Sarah reddened but jutted her chin. ‘I was a kid then. Now I ain’t. I’m working me fingers to the bone full-time and I ain’t giving up all me wages to that old cow indoors so’s she can lay on the couch and swig from a bottle all day. It’s time you ‘n’ Louisa took a turn shellin’ out for her.’
‘Or what you going to do? Get your own place?’ Connie crowed. ‘Got enough put by from packing biscuits to set up on your own, have you?’
‘Yeah,’ Sarah lied. ‘I have. Me and Alice Keiver have been talking about it for a while. She’s had enough in hers and I’ve had a bellyful in ours. If you don’t give me a decent bit of cash to help out Mum’s getting left on her own.’
‘You wouldn’t dare,’ Connie taunted. She knew that Sarah and Alice were close friends. They’d bunked together before when Sarah went to live at the Keivers’ for a while. Connie had got out of The Bunk and intended never to return. She was selfish enough to leave Sarah to deal with their mother, but she wasn’t heartless. Their mother might not survive long if abandoned in that fleapit. ‘You wouldn’t dare go off ‘n’ leave her on her own,’ she repeated, less chirpily.
‘Watch me,’ Sarah challenged. ‘You and Louisa have got away with blue murder long enough. You’ve both pissed off and not even lobbed half a crown my way to help out every so often. It’s you and Louisa’s in the wrong and you know it.’
‘How much d’you want?’ Connie grabbed up her bag from the sofa and scrabbled inside. She wanted her sister to go and leave her in peace so she could numb herself with a few more gins before Mr Lucas turned up and put her to work. A handful of silver was thrust towards Sarah.
‘That’s not enough.’ Sarah cast a withering look at Connie’s fistful of coins. ‘That’s taking the piss …’ She suddenly broke off as there came a loud knock.
‘That him?’ Sarah whispered, her eyes widening in alarm.
Connie’s panic was evident in the way her head had jerked towards the door. ‘It’s too early. Anyhow he’s got a key,’ she mouthed. She took a few hesitant steps down the hall then turned to hiss, ‘Stay there, out of sight, just in case …’
Sarah did as she was told but felt lightly amused. What was Connie expecting her to do if it was the old geezer? Hide behind the couch?
‘Gawd’s sake! What is this? Piccadilly Circus or something?’
That raucous complaint from Connie drew Sarah to the doorway of the sitting room. Her spirits plummeted as she saw her sister Louisa stomping over the threshold.
‘What you doing here?’ Louisa snarled at her over Connie’s silken shoulder.
‘Could ask you the same thing,’ Sarah flung back as her shapeless lump of a sister bore down on her. She went back into the sitting room, Louisa and Connie following close behind her.
Connie planted her manicured fingers on her slender hips and cast a frustrated look heavenward. ‘Two minutes … then if yers ain’t gone willing I’m calling downstairs and having yers thrown out.’
Now her slob of a sister’s odour was fouling the atmosphere the room seemed to have lost most of its gloss. Sarah was as keen to be gone as Connie was to be rid of her. But she wanted what she’d come for: a decent sum of money and a promise of more in the future. Considering the lifestyle Connie now had Sarah knew she’d be a mug to settle for less than a fiver today.
Connie must have got downwind of her fat sister too for she wrinkled her nose and wafted a hand in front of her face. ‘’Struth! How long since you had a bath, Lou?’
‘What’s she doing here?’ Louisa ignored the implication that she stank. Her greasy head jabbed forward to indicate Sarah.
‘She’s come for money and she wants some off you ‘n’ all. Ain’t that right, Sar?’ Connie elevated her plucked eyebrows, her expression mischievous. ‘She’s going to move in with Alice Keiver and leave Mum to fend for herself if we don’t chip in.’
If Connie had been expecting Louisa to immediately cut up rough she was to be disappointed. Louisa looked Sarah up and down. ‘You ‘n’ Alice in love?’
‘What?’ Sarah frowned in startled incomprehension.
‘She thinks you might be queer … like she is,’ Connie explained whilst picking at a frayed fingernail. She glanced up and snorted back a laugh. Sarah’s dawning comprehension was slowly transforming her youthful features in to a mask of utter revulsion. ‘Well, let’s face it, no bloke was ever going to fancy her, was he?’
‘Give us a fiver and I’ll get going. For now.’ Sarah extended a palm. She quickly moved towards the door.
‘Ain’t got a fiver.’
On hearing that both Sarah and Louisa cast on Connie an extremely old-fashioned look. All things considered it seemed like a blatant lie.
‘It’s true,’ Connie exclaimed. ‘I don’t have much money.’ She whirled a hand about at the lavish surroundings. ‘None of this is mine, is it? I have to get everything I want on his accounts; clothes, make-up, grub. Even the bleedin’ hair-dresser sends him in a bill. Don’t think he trusts me with me own money. He’s a tight fist with his cash.’
‘Thought he were a nice old stick.’ Sarah sarcastically reminded Connie of her recent praise for Mr Lucas.
‘He’s not bad as punters go,’ Louisa butted in. ‘Plenty worse’n him.’
‘How d’you know?’ Sarah demanded. Her eyes veered between her sisters. ‘How does she know?’ she asked Connie, bewildered. ‘You introduced her to
