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.’
‘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.
Billy and Edith looked sharply at her. Everyone knew that it was best to say as little in public as possible when it came to such matters, as you never knew who might be listening. There was even a new poster out from the government, warning that ‘Careless Talk Costs Lives’. Belinda registered their disapproval and hastily explained. ‘I mean, my brother is in the RAF and I know it’s a long shot but maybe you know him. He was meant to be in London this weekend and I was looking forward to seeing him, but he wasn’t able to make it in the end.’
Edith noted with relief that she hadn’t said why. A call had come through to say his leave had been cancelled. Gwen had been cross that the home’s single telephone had been used for a personal message, but their superintendent, Fiona, ruled that it was allowable in such circumstances as long as the message was kept brief.
‘Suppose we might. What’s his name?’ asked Laurence.
‘David. David Adams,’ Belinda replied, but both men shook their
