Closer than Blood: Friendship Helps You Survive. Julie Shaw

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      ‘Leave it, Dad,’ she said, slipping past him as Keith disappeared into the shadows. She hurried up the stairs so as not to disturb the feeling that had enveloped her, giving her dad no chance to puncture the bubble of happiness inside her chest.

      How long had they lingered? Had it been two minutes or ten? She’d completely lost track, save to know that it had been long enough. Plenty long enough to ensure she had the sweetest dreams tonight. Plenty long enough know that her mind was made up. She took off her cardigan, pressing it against her face, catching a hint of the scent of him. She’d have to tame him, no doubt about it. Oh, boy, as Buddy Holly might have said, she would definitely have to tame him. But that was fine, she thought, touching a finger to her lips, remembering his.

      She couldn’t wait to get started.

Chapter 5

      Shirley clapped her hands over her ears, but it was no good. She could still hear them. So she went across to her record player and turned the volume to ten. But that was no good either. Elvis did his best, being the teddy bear he was, but the sound was still floating up the stairs, even so.

      It was Saturday tea-time, and as per usual, her dad had been up in the village for a few pints with his friends. Which always led to the same result as soon as he got home – the 100-question routine from her mam the minute he’d walk through the door. Who had he been sat with? Which ‘sluts’ were in the Albion drinking without their husbands? Did any of them remind him of the geisha girls he must have been with during the war?

      It was relentless and Shirley was fed up to the back teeth with it, so though she’d been happily downstairs, helping her mam bake some cakes, she had no choice but to take herself off up to her bedroom and leave them to murder each other with words till the time came to go to meet Keith.

      She lay on her bed and tried to tune her mind back to the music, thinking both about what it must be like to have Elvis Presley singing to you personally and how it had felt when Keith had done exactly that. But it was difficult and was steadily becoming almost impossible; was she imagining it or was the row getting even louder than usual?

      It seemed to be, and when she heard her own name keep coming up in the mix, she gave up trying to enjoy a ‘peaceful’ Saturday afternoon to find out what they were arguing about instead.

      She sat up then went over to take the stylus from the record, and as she did so she heard a smash from downstairs. They were in the ‘breaking crockery’ stage now, then, which meant they must be in the kitchen. She padded out onto the landing, where she could now hear them plain as day.

      And it seemed she’d come to listen at the perfect moment. ‘She’s the talk of the bloody Albion!’ she could hear her dad yelling. ‘Gallivanting over to that scummy estate to see him! Him whose family are the scum of the earth, Mary! Everyone knows it! They’re a bad lot – a bad lot, and no good will come of this. What with one brother in and out of borstal all the time’ – she heard the scrape of a chair being moved, then her mother shouting, ‘So you keep bleeding telling me!’, then her dad again, ranting on in the same tone – ‘and another one a bloody jailbird. And where does he make his money? Out of gambling and mucky women, that’s how! And let’s not forget he’s also a murderer!’ the chair moved again, and she hoped her dad was sitting on it, not about to throw it. ‘Is that what you want for our daughter, Mary? Is it?’

      There was a silence – doubtless temporary – and Shirley gripped the newel post at the top of the stairs, trying to take in what she’d just heard. What on earth was her dad talking about? A murderer?

      It had been three weeks now – well, more accurately three weeks, six days and twenty-one hours, since Shirley had been on her first date with Keith. Three weeks in which she’d had her eyes opened to what she’d only ever heard and seen in the movies before, her heart feeling like it was turning somersaults inside her chest whenever she thought about him, the flutter in her tummy when he smiled at her and, as of three days ago, something else, too – to how the ‘other half’ lived.

      Shirley didn’t really look at it like that, even if her snob of a father did, but there was no question that Keith’s background was very different from hers. Shirley knew she was well off compared with most of her friends, and always had been – she was bound to be, after all; with both her parents working and her an only child they never had to worry about where the next penny was coming from.

      She knew that – knew the difference between her life and Anita’s, but going with Keith to his parents’ house on the Canterbury estate had been like nothing she’d seen before. It had almost been like entering another world.

      Keith had met her in town at lunchtime and they’d gone to see Clark Gable in a film called Band of Angels, which was currently showing at the Odeon. Shirley loved the cinema and she particularly loved Clark Gable, who’d always reminded her of her dad. Keith had treated her, as well. He’d just got a new job at Fox’s dyers on Manchester Road and now he was getting a regular wage, he said he wanted to spend it on her.

      ‘Oh, that was so lovely, Keith,’ Shirley said when they emerged, blinking, into the brightness of the July afternoon. ‘And so romantic. I’m so pleased Sidney Poitier helped them both escape so they could be in love for ever.’ She sighed contentedly as she slipped her hand into his as they walked. He squeezed it, then led them diagonally across the road – not the way to walk her back to Clayton, as she’d expected.

      Shirley was confused. Keith was going out with his mates tonight to celebrate his new job, hence them going to the matinee performance. Hence him then taking her home.

      ‘Oh,’ she said, surprised. ‘Where we off to? Aren’t you taking me back, then?’

      ‘Not just yet,’ he said. ‘I thought it was time I took you home to meet the family. Mam said she’d do us a pot of tea and some bread and dripping.’ He turned towards her. ‘If you want to, that is. Just for a bit. Nothing formal. Then I’ll walk you back before I meet the lads.’

      ‘That’ll be nice,’ Shirley said politely. ‘Yes, I’d like that.’ Though the truth was that as soon as the words were out of his mouth, she felt nervous as hell. What if they didn’t like her? What if they thought she was stuck up? What if they took the mick out of her like his sister Annie had? What if – she blanched at the thought – Annie was actually there?

      ‘They’re going to love you,’ Keith reassured her, as if reading her mind. ‘Though I’m not sure a posh bird like you is going to love them,’ he added, bursting out laughing as he ducked to avoid the slap that came winging his way.

      The Hudsons lived on a road called Tamar Street, in the middle of the sprawling Canterbury estate. Shirley hadn’t been here before, but she knew all about it. Everybody in Bradford knew all about the Canterbury estate. According to her mam and dad, the people who lived there were as hard as they came and didn’t give a bugger about anything.

      Actually walking through it was another eye opener. It was even bigger than she’d imagined – almost like a whole town in itself – and with her only ever having lived in a village before, it seemed a lot scarier, too. By the time they got to Keith’s street she was so nervous about her surroundings that she was seriously regretting having agreed to come. What would the sort of people who lived here think of her?

      Shirley remembered meeting John Arnold’s mum and dad back when she’d first started СКАЧАТЬ