voice. ‘Everybody should share everything.’
His sister laughed.
The boy continued. ‘You’re not on that hippy farm anymore. Things are different here. This is a proper family, not your druggie commune. You’ll have to behave yourself now.’
I didn’t know what he meant, but I was suddenly very, very frightened. ‘But I’m going back there? Soon?’
‘Don’t be silly.’ Mrs Reed appeared in the doorway. ‘The police have shut the whole place down. Thank goodness. The things that were going on there. Drugs. Free love. God knows where my sister is by now. And with who. She’s not fit to look after a child.’ Her lips pursed. ‘She probably doesn’t even know who your father is.’
‘She wouldn’t go anywhere without me!’ Mum had always been there. Other people had come and gone but Mum had never left me. Never.
The woman who had come with me in the car was standing behind Mrs Reed, her bag over her shoulder. ‘Jane, we explained this. Your mother isn’t allowed to look after you anymore. The police have closed the commune down. Some people have gone to jail.’
I shook my head. Nobody had explained anything. ‘But…’
The woman had already turned away. Mrs Reed followed her along the corridor and a second later I heard the door open and slam shut.
Mrs Reed marched back into the room.
I jumped up. I was desperate. Nobody had said anything about Mum going away. ‘Mum wouldn’t leave me. You have to find out what happened to her.’
‘Enough.’ Mrs Reed folded her arms. ‘You’re my niece, so I won’t have people saying I turned you away, however glad I might be to be rid of you, but in my house you live by my rules. And the first rule is this – you do not ever mention my slut of a sister again.’
‘But she’s going to come and get me…’
‘No. Understand this, Jane Eyre. Your mother will never set foot in this house, and you will never see her again.’
York, England. 1966
Betty
Betty ran out of Mrs Oakley’s house at a quarter past five like always, but it wasn’t Mummy standing waiting for her. Instead her father bent down to talk to her as she came towards him. ‘Hello, little firefly. I’m picking you up today because Mummy’s had to go away for a little while.’
Betty frowned. Mummy always picked her up. She said it was easier that way because Daddy had to work and sometimes people got funny when he came out with them. The front door to Mrs Oakley’s neat little house was still open, while the childminder watched her charges go on their way. ‘Mr Earl?’
He turned towards the voice. ‘Mrs O. What can I do for you?’
‘Is Pam not well?’
‘No. No. She had to go away for a bit.’ He lowered his voice. ‘For her nerves.’
‘Right.’ Mrs Oakley looked away somewhere over Betty’s father’s shoulder, not at his face. ‘Well, I’ll be happy to have the bairn back once her mum’s all better and can drop her round.’
Betty felt her daddy’s hand rest on the top of her head. His voice was quieter than usual. ‘It’s all right. I’m working on the production line at the moment. Regular shifts, so I can bring her before work.’
Mrs Oakley glanced from side to side at the neat little houses that butted up against hers, and the other parents who were picking up their children. They chatted to each other, but none of them spoke to Betty’s father. They didn’t even look at him.
‘I don’t think so. It’s not really…’ She stepped back into the hallway. ‘Not really right for you in this area.’
Betty’s father’s voice raised now. ‘But she’s my daughter.’
‘Well, yes, but…’ Mrs Oakley peered around the door at Betty. ‘You’d not really know, would you? She takes from her mother.’
The door swung closed with a definite thud. Betty’s father stood very still for a moment. The net curtain at the window of the house next to Mrs Oakley’s twitched slightly. Daddy took her hand. ‘Come on, Betty girl. We’ll get a fish supper and listen to records. Shall we?’
Betty nodded. She didn’t like fish, but, when Mummy wasn’t there, Daddy let her pull the crispy batter off with her fingers and just eat that dipped in the bright green mushy peas. She leant against Daddy’s hip while they waited in the chip queue. ‘Will Mummy be coming back soon?’
‘I hope so, little firefly. I hope so.’ He clapped his hands together. ‘And until then we’ll need to find someone to keep an eye on you while I’m at work.’
‘Good. I don’t like it at Mrs Oakley’s. Sometimes they look at me strangely.’
She felt her father tense for a second, then he stroked her crisp red-brown curls. ‘That’s only because they don’t understand that you are special, my bright little firefly.’
Betty leant more closely into his body.
‘It’ll be all right. We’ll work something out,’ he said.
The next morning, Betty clung to her father’s hand outside a big red-brick house that she thought she sort of recognised.
‘Do you remember coming here, little firefly?’
Betty shook her head.
‘This is your grandpa and grandma’s house.’
She followed her father up the driveway and stood half behind his legs while he rang the bell.
The door was opened by a tall man with thick black-framed glasses and a big moustache.
‘Mr Thompson…’ Daddy started.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I … Can we come in?’
The man shook his head. ‘I’ll not have you upsetting Pam’s mother.’
‘Right. Well, it’s Pam. She’s in the hospital. The Retreat.’
The man folded his arms.
‘And Betty…’ Betty felt her father step to one side so the man could see her properly. ‘I’ve no-one to watch her while I’m at work and so…’
‘And so you thought you’d turn up here like nothing had happened.’
‘No. I …’
‘We were quite clear when Pamela made her decision. We’re happy
