Walking Back to Happiness. Anne Bennett

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      ‘No, I’m all right,’ Hannah said. ‘I … I didn’t get much sleep.’

      ‘Oh yes,’ Gloria said with a knowing wink and when Hannah flushed crimson she went on, ‘I mean it’s natural and you are married.’

      ‘There is nothing natural in our marriage,’ Hannah wanted to cry. But this was something she could not share, not with anyone, so she forced herself to smile at Gloria as she exchanged her outdoor coat for an overall and began her work for the day.

      For the next week things went on as normal and on 5th November, Hannah, Arthur and Josie went to a bonfire and fireworks party, which a friend of Gloria’s was having in their garden. ‘There will be soup and sausages and things to eat,’ Hannah told Arthur. ‘Do say it’s all right?’

      Arthur had no desire after a day at work to strike out again into the cold streets to watch a fire and a few paltry fireworks, but he went for Hannah’s sake. She intimated that it was for Josie, but really she was as excited as the child.

      He knew because Hannah had told him that they’d not had bonfire nights in Ireland, but Hannah had gone to her first one with friends from the hotel the first year she was in England. By the second year it was 1939, war had been declared, and bonfires and fireworks had been banned.

      He wanted to please Hannah, because he still felt incredibly guilty about his behaviour and it wasn’t as if it would actually cost anything. That made the decision as far as Arthur was concerned.

      ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I consider it an utter waste of money buying fireworks to light up the sky and can never understand people wanting to do it, but if you want to go so much, we will look in for an hour or so.’

      Hannah and Josie had a wonderful time. Josie’s eyes were wide with astonishment at the fireworks. Roman candles, Golden Rain and Catherine wheels. Even the names were exciting and the bright colours of them sparking into the black night brought oohs and ahhs from more than Josie who’d eaten so many sausages, Hannah said she’d never sleep.

      But she did, they all did, and the next morning Hannah got up in a buoyant mood. Life wasn’t so bad, she thought, and Arthur could be handled easily with a little care and attention. Her good mood lasted all that day and even Gloria commented on it.

      But Arthur came home again that evening in a foul mood. All day he’d fought his conscience because he knew he wanted to make love to Hannah and he knew not only would he fail, but also that it would probably turn out the same as last time, and he would be ashamed of himself because of it.

      Hannah was unprepared for the assault that night, relaxed and at ease. She was pulling her nightie over her head when Arthur entered the room. In two strides he was behind her, wrapping one arm vice-like around her waist while pulling the nightie from her with the other.

      Hannah gave a yelp and hearing the material tear, she cried out sharply, ‘Arthur, stop! What’s got into you?’

      ‘Shut up! Shut your mouth!’ Arthur cried, as he flicked the light out and kicked the door closed.

      Hannah was nervous of the man she barely knew in this mood, but she didn’t struggle. She had the feeling that he’d enjoyed her futile attempts to free herself the last time. This time she lay passive and felt his breath on her face as he screamed obscenities at her. She was conscious of Josie lying the other side of a stud wall and knew every syllable from Arthur’s lips would be audible to her.

      And it was audible, even when she buried her head beneath the blankets and wrapped her pillow around her ears. It was filthy talk, dirty words that she’d never heard from any man in her family. Some she didn’t know the meaning of, but knew they weren’t nice by the way Arthur said them. She wondered what he was doing to Hannah while he was saying such things, she’d been very quiet since the one short shout. What if he’d hurt her, killed her even? No, if he’d killed her there’d be no point in going on shouting at her. But all the same, she trembled in fear both for herself and Hannah.

      Hannah wasn’t dead, but petrified with loathing for the stranger her husband had turned into. His apologies the next morning were as sincere as ever, but when he assured her it wouldn’t happen again, she didn’t believe him.

      It was as well she didn’t for the same thing happened the next week and the next and the next. Sometimes only two or three days would pass, sometimes a week. Arthur always apologised and said how ashamed he was, but he refused to discuss his problem or seek help.

      ‘My God, girl, you look peaky,’ Gloria remarked one day. ‘Mind you, you’ve not looked yourself for days. You’re not … you know, expecting?’

      ‘No,’ Hannah said tersely, thinking ‘fat chance’. Gloria looked offended at Hannah’s tone and eventually she said, ‘Sorry, Gloria, I’m tired, I’m not getting much sleep.’

      ‘Well, I must say I’m surprised at Arthur,’ Gloria said. ‘Didn’t think he had it in him.’

      Hannah’s mind was befuddled because of lack of sleep. ‘Had what in him?’

      ‘Don’t act the innocent with me,’ Gloria said quite sharply. ‘You know what’s what as well as I do. Some men are the very devil, want to be at it morning, noon and night. You need to put your foot down.’

      Hannah knew now what Gloria had been hinting at and hid a wry smile at Arthur being thought of as a sex-crazed Casanova.

      Just before Christmas, a letter with an airmail stamp from America arrived and Hannah snatched it up eagerly, glad that Arthur always left for work before the post came. It hadn’t been the first letter Hannah had had because Martin in particular wrote often and kept her up to date with the news.

      This letter was no exception and in it Martin wrote of the impending marriage in March the following year of Siobhan to a wealthy New York banker.

      He wrote,

      Her future is assured now and so is mine for I’ve obtained a good job in a factory belonging to one of Aunt Norah’s friends.

      The farm business is now completed and Josie’s share will be a little under three hundred pounds. We all also feel that while it was very good of you to take Josie into your home, you shouldn’t suffer financially because of it. I will be sending twenty dollars a month for her and Siobhan and her husband another twenty dollars. We hope that this will help towards her upkeep.

      Hannah was filled with relief at the offer of financial assistance, for Arthur had made it clear almost from the beginning that he was not clothing the child. Feeding her was bad enough, he’d said, and Hannah would have to apply to the family if she needed more money.

      She’d never done this, but knew if Josie grew much more, nothing she had would fit her. Added to that, the black patent shoes she’d bought her for the wedding were not strong enough, nor warm enough, to wear through the winter, which was prophesised to be a bad one with much rain and snow.

      So while the monthly allowance was a lifeline and one Hannah decided to use as needed, the three hundred pounds was Josie’s security. The future payment for a wedding and honeymoon perhaps, for Hannah knew that Arthur would not contribute to either when the time came.

      No luxuries were affordable on the money Arthur gave Hannah and she was finding more and more of her wages were being used to supplement the household budget.

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