The Pearl Locket. Kathleen McGurl

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      ‘But it was all because of me, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Joan.’

      The boy smiled. Despite his swollen lip his face lit up when he smiled, his cheeks dimpled and his eyes shone. He held out a hand. ‘I’m Jack. Jack McBride. I suppose circumstances weren’t really right for us to be properly introduced in there.’

      She shook his hand. It felt warm and strong. ‘Hello, Jack McBride. I’m pleased to meet you. And thank you for defending me.’

      He made a formal bow. ‘At your service, my lady.’

      She smiled. ‘Wish I was a lady. With a horse and carriage waiting here to take me home.’

      ‘I’m no horse, and I have no carriage, but if you are going home now, I will walk you. With your permission, of course. I shall understand if you’ve had enough of young men’s attentions for one evening. Though I can assure you, I am nothing like that thug in there.’

      Joan had little experience of boys, but she could already tell there were at least two types, and that Jack and Freddie were polar opposites. She also knew which type she preferred, by far. She felt safe with Jack.

      ‘I should very much like you to walk me home. But I must warn you, it is quite a long way. I live on the east side of town, near the beach.’

      ‘That’s no problem at all. I’m going that way myself. Is your sister coming?’

      ‘She’s staying for a while longer.’

      ‘All right. Shall we walk along the promenade?’

      ‘In the dark?’

      ‘Nonsense, it’s not dark. Look, there’s a full moon tonight.’ He gestured upwards, and Joan noticed the moon for the first time. The streetlamps that usually lit the promenade had been turned off due to blackout restrictions, but the moon was providing more than enough silvery light to show them the way.

      ‘All right then, why not?’

      Jack crooked his elbow and Joan slipped her hand through, as he led her down to the pier entrance then along the promenade. The pier was closed, of course. Its middle section had been removed at the start of the war to prevent it being used by invading forces. Thankfully the beach had not been mined, although there were anti-tank obstacles poking out of the sand throughout its length.

      It felt so natural to be walking along with Jack, holding on to his arm like this. Natural, grown-up and very pleasant. She put all thoughts of the repulsive Freddie out of her head. Thank goodness not all boys were like that. She’d found a good one in Jack. Or rather, he’d found, and rescued, her. She smiled up at him as they walked, hoping he liked her as much as she was beginning to like him.

      ‘Look. Do you see the moonlight reflecting off the sea?’ Jack pointed across the bay.

      ‘It looks like a silver path, leading over the horizon. I wonder where you would end up if you could follow it.’

      ‘France, I should think. Or maybe somewhere magical, where you would never be found.’ Jack led her to a bench under a Victorian wrought-iron shelter on the edge of the prom and they sat down, gazing out over the silken sea. The tide was high, and the anti-invasion defences were only just visible.

      ‘It’s so beautiful. Maybe in the land at the end of the moonlight road there is no war.’

      Jack nodded. ‘Mmm. Everyone lives in peace there. No bombs, no guns, no one dying or being hurt.’

      ‘If only it could be like that here. I can scarcely remember how things were before the war. It seems as though it’s been going on for ever.’ She moved a little closer to him for the warmth.

      ‘It’ll be a while longer yet,’ he said. ‘But maybe this year the tide will turn.’

      ‘Why have you not joined up? Do you mind me asking?’

      ‘I don’t mind at all. I’ve only just turned eighteen, that’s why. I’ll probably be joining up quite soon now. I’m not a conchie, if that’s what you thought.’

      ‘No, I didn’t think that, although I wouldn’t mind if you were. Nobody should be forced to fight. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, aren’t they?’

      He turned to look at her, and nodded seriously. ‘Yes. I wish everyone thought like you. The world would be a happier place if only people would live and let live. But I do want to do my bit. Maybe there’s some little thing I’ll do as a soldier that will be the start of a chain of events, and the end of that chain will be that Britain wins the war sooner and thousands of lives are saved. Or maybe I’ll save the life of someone who goes on to be important to the whole human race. We can’t know what’s ahead of us, or where our actions will take us. All we can do is follow where our hearts lead, and act upon our beliefs.’

      He had turned to look at the shimmering sea again. She watched him, as a small muscle in his jaw clenched and relaxed. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, not feeling the intensity of her gaze upon him. She considered his words. How right he was! Follow your heart. Act upon your beliefs. Stay true to yourself, even in this time of war. She let her eyes follow his across the water, towards the dark distant horizon, and then up to the night sky, to where the moon hung, huge and full. That was where the moonlight trail led. Off this planet, away from its wars, and across the universe to a peaceful, untroubled world. She wished she could step onto the sea and follow it.

      ‘Where will your heart lead you, Joan?’ His voice broke into her thoughts. She leaned back on the bench, and his arm slipped around her shoulders. She nestled into his warmth.

      ‘To tell the truth, Jack, I don’t know. I’m only seventeen. My life is ahead of me. The only thing I’m certain of is that you are right—we must all follow wherever our hearts lead. When my heart calls to me I shall follow. I promise you that.’

      He smiled at her. For a moment she thought he was going to try to kiss her, and she wondered how that would feel. Not like Freddie’s rough, urgent slobberings, she guessed. Jack would be gentle and considerate. But he turned his face away, and she felt an unexpected shiver of disappointment.

      ‘You’re cold. Here, take my coat.’ He shrugged off his thin tweed jacket and tucked it around her shoulders. She pulled it close around her neck. The collar smelt of wool and spice, as though his aftershave had rubbed off on it.

      ‘Thank you. You are very kind.’

      ‘It’s my pleasure.’

      They sat in silence for a few minutes more. Joan was still considering what he had said about doing his part in the war. Could it really be that a small action from one person could change the whole course of the war? She supposed it was like dominoes—as a child she had spent hours standing her set in a row up on their ends, then gently flicking the first one and watching as the whole series tumbled down. Maybe what Jack meant was that he might be the first domino. Some action of his in the future could be like the toppling of that first domino, and could lead ultimately to the toppling of Hitler. It was the most compelling reason she’d heard yet for why a man would want to join up.

      ‘I wonder if perhaps I should take you home, now?’

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