all went wrong tonight, darling. My fault.’
‘You’d better come inside.’
‘I couldn’t get a cab. I was going to borrow MM’s motorcycle, but he went off somewhere with Vera.’
‘You’re soaking wet. Hurry, the blackout.’
‘I always forget about the blackout,’ he said. The water was running off the leather visor of his cap and down his face. She could feel the rain from his coat dripping onto her bare feet. ‘I waited in Market Hill, but once the rain started everyone wanted cabs.’
‘You walked? You fool!’ She laughed with joy and embraced him, cold and wet as he was.
‘I think I love you, Vicky.’
‘A note of doubt?’ she teased. ‘Have you learned nothing from Vince?’
He laughed. ‘I love you.’
‘I love you, Jamie. Let’s never quarrel again.’
‘Not ever. I promise.’
They were childish promises, but only childlike pledges are proper to the simple truth of love. She loved him with a desperation she’d never known before, but she took him to her bed for the same prosaic reason that has motivated so many other women—she could not bear to dispel the image of herself in love.
Afterwards he said nothing for what seemed an age. She knew he was staring at the ceiling, his body so still that she could hear his heartbeats. ‘Are you awake?’ she said.
He stretched out his arm to hold her closer. ‘Yes, I’m awake.’
‘It’s Christmas Day.’
He leaned over and greeted her with a gentle but perfunctory kiss.
‘Are you married?’ she asked, making it as casual as possible.
He laughed. ‘Lousy timing, Victoria,’ he said. Then, aware of her anxiety, he held up hands bare except for a class ring. ‘Not married, nor engaged, not even dating regularly.’
‘You’re making fun of me.’
‘Of course I am.’
‘That girl…’
‘She was very sick. It was the fruit punch, it put a lot of people out of action. Vince threw everything he could find into it.’
‘Who was she?’
‘Vince met her last week. She works in the laundry. He made me promise not to tell you she was there, he knew you’d feel bound to tell Vera.’ He turned over to look into her eyes. ‘You must guess what Vince is like by now. He’s everything a girl’s mother warns her about.’
‘He’s not a flyer, is he?’
‘No. He’s the PRO, the Public Relations Officer. He buys drinks for reporters and takes them round the base and sends them press handouts.’
‘He told Vera he’d flown twenty missions over Germany.’
‘He keeps that blouse with the wings and stuff in his suitcase. He tells his girls they have to be nice to him, he might never come back from the next one.’ He laughed.
Victoria laughed too, but it was unconvincing laughter. She held Jamie very tight and wondered what it would be like enduring the strain of knowing that Jamie might not come back. Why wasn’t Jamie a PRO, or someone else who didn’t have to risk his life?
‘Did you see Earl Koenige?’ asked Jamie. ‘Straw-haired kid with a you-all accent and big incredulous eyes?’
‘The one you’re going to be flying with? He looks no more than sixteen.’
‘He can handle his ship pretty well,’ said Jamie. It was not the sort of compliment he gave freely. ‘But he fell off the piano just after you left. He was trying to tap-dance and wave the Stars and Bars at the same time.’
‘Did he hurt himself? He looked drunk.’
‘I don’t think Earl’s ever tasted whisky before. His folks are teetotal, church-going farmers. No, he bounced up okay and said he hoped he hadn’t hurt the piano.’
‘And did your friend Charlie arrive?’
‘He sent a message. His navigator had to stay on base, so the whole crew stayed with him. Say, do you have an aspirin?’
‘On the table under the light.’
He tore open the packet and swallowed two tablets without water. ‘I thought he’d cracked his skull at first, but Earl’s always falling off his bicycle or spilling hot coffee down himself. He writes to his folks every day and I guess without his accidents he’d have nothing to tell them.’
‘Well, he should have no lack of material for his next letter,’ said Victoria. ‘Was that really your Commanding Officer! He was playing dice with a sergeant, and calling him Harry, and passing a bottle of whisky back and forth. There were wads of five-pound notes changing hands on one roll of the dice.’
Jamie frowned. ‘The Colonel’s not an easy man to understand,’ he said. ‘Vince nearly ran afoul of him tonight.’
‘Vince?’
‘He was wearing that damned jacket when Colonel Dan got there. I thought we were heading for a real showdown. “What uniform are you wearing, Captain Madigan?” the old man said. Vince saluted smartly and said, “The one with the Christmas decorations, sir.” The Colonel smiled and took the drink Vince offered him. “If the provost marshal comes in here tonight, Madigan,” said Colonel Dan, “they’ll throw us both in the cooler.” Vince grinned and said, “That’s just the way I figured it, Colonel…” That Vince can talk his way out of anything. He told me he ran off with some married woman when he was still a kid in high school.’
‘Poor Vera.’
‘Poor Vera nothing! She was sitting on the stairs petting with MM after Vince took off.’
‘Is it the war that’s made us like this?’
‘Don’t be so female,’ said Jamie. ‘People grab a little happiness while there’s a chance. All I’m saying is, don’t let’s worry about Vera or Vince. Let them work out their own lives. Who knows when MM will buy the farm, who knows when I will.’
‘Buy the farm?’
‘Collect our government insurance.’
‘Don’t say things like that, I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you!’ She buried her head under the bedclothes.
‘Come out of there, you crazy girl.’ He pulled the blanket down and admired her bare body. ‘Are you sure your parents won’t come back?’
Her head was under the pillow; she grunted a negative.
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