Goodbye for Now: A breathtaking historical debut. M.J. Hollows

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      ‘I think that you would be interested in these.’ Jimmy pulled out a wad of paper from his jacket and pushed them at Joe. They were a number of identical pamphlets, printed on a light, expensive brown paper. At the top of the page were the words ‘Stop the War To-Day!’ in block capitals. Joe sighed. Why would Jimmy be pushing these pamphlets on people? What was the war to him?

      ‘You don’t like them?’ Jimmy asked. ‘They are just the beginning, I asked for some larger prints to post on walls.’

      ‘Why?’ was all Joe could manage.

      ‘Why?’ A frown crossed Jimmy’s brow. ‘Because the war needs to be stopped before it even starts. It’s not right. Britain should have nothing to do with it.’

      ‘Right, that’s enough of this. I told you I don’t want nothing to do with this rubbish.’ The shopkeeper stormed over to them and opened the door, politeness giving way to frustration. ‘Out with you. Go on.’ The door slammed behind them. A young woman was examining the vegetables on the greengrocer’s stand. The doctor left the newsagent’s and walked away. A horse cart rattled past, a cacophony of hooves and metal-clad wheels on the cobbles.

      ‘You have to be careful, James. Protesting the war could see you in prison.’

      ‘Yes I know, but—’

      ‘It doesn’t matter. You won’t stop the war with these.’ He shoved the pamphlets back into Jimmy’s unresisting hands. ‘People aren’t going to listen to these. They’ll either ignore them or be so disgusted with the sentiment that they will cause you trouble.’

      ‘I thought you might understand…’ Jimmy’s voice was childlike, a squeak. His face puffed under that tuft of a moustache.

      ‘I don’t understand. These leaflets will not help, and I don’t understand why you of all people would care. You will get arrested, or at best fined.’ He couldn’t help raising his voice.

      ‘Old Fenning…’

      ‘He wouldn’t have wanted this,’ Joe said. ‘This is an incitement to riot. You’re going to find yourself in a lot of trouble if you carry on.

      ‘Fenning would have advised caution. He would say educate people about the war. Not to go all out on some kind of crusade. People are mad at Germany, and they’ll be mad at you too. What good would you be able to do from a prison cell?’

      ‘Th… that’s…’ Jimmy had developed a stammer from nowhere, and Joe felt sorry for him. ‘That’s w-why I w-wanted to talk to you, Joe. I r-r-read an article p-published by your p-p-paper. I w-wanted to ask if you could p-p-put me in touch w-with—’ he took a deep breath ‘—Albert Barnes.’

      Joe’s heart sunk. This nervous man was trying to make a difference. He had read an article that asked questions about the war, and he wanted to speak to its author. All the time he had no idea that the person he was speaking to was that man. Joe felt ashamed at his anger, but he couldn’t shift the feeling that Jimmy was wrong for this. It was as if he was searching for a place to exist, something to be part of, rather than having any real conviction. The army itself would have given Jimmy a sense of purpose. He had always gone from one idea to the next, without following it through.

      Joe sighed. ‘I’m sorry, Jimmy,’ he said. ‘I shouldn’t have got angry with you. Albert Barnes is no longer in Liverpool. He enlisted. He’ll be in France by now.’

      ‘But why did he write the article, only to sign up?’

      ‘Because he didn’t, Jimmy. I did.’ He didn’t trust Jimmy, and he knew it was probably a mistake to tell him, but he hated lying. ‘Don’t you dare tell anyone, or I’ll lose my job.’

      ‘You?’ Jimmy’s eyes widened. ‘Perhaps you can help me then.’

      ‘Listen, Jimmy.’ Joe gestured roughly at the pamphlets again. ‘I could lose my job over this if anyone found out. We could all lose our jobs, or worse if we’re not careful.’

      ‘So you won’t help me then?’

      ‘I can’t, Jimmy. I want to, but I can’t. I disagree with the war too. We can both make a difference but turning people against you won’t help.’ He checked to see if anyone had overheard, while Jimmy examined his shoes. ‘We shouldn’t even discuss this here.’ He put some distance between the two of them. The police could get funny ideas about two men talking closely on the streets. ‘We’ll talk again. But you must promise me something.’

      ‘What?’ Jimmy’s voice was a whisper.

      ‘You must not come by the newspaper.’

      Jimmy nodded. A spark of light had returned to his eyes.

      ‘If you do, Jimmy, people will ask questions. They will want to know why you’re there, and that wouldn’t end well for either of us.’

      ‘How shall I c-c-contact you? If not at the newspaper?’

      Joe didn’t want Jimmy coming by his home either. That was another conversation with the family that he wanted to avoid, even if he could pass Jimmy off as a mad old school pal. He had never mentioned Jimmy to any of them. ‘I don’t think that you should contact me, Jimmy. I’ve too much to lose. Some of us aren’t as well off.’ It was cruel, but he wanted to make a point. ‘I will contact you. I have your address.’ He pulled the crumpled piece of paper out of his coat pocket and straightened it. ‘I will keep this safe… until I need it.’

      Jimmy was still as tense as he had been when they left the shop. A couple of gentlemen wearing long coats walked towards them, talking and swiping their walking canes with each step. They visibly perspired in the summer heat, their long moustaches keeping the sweat out of their mouths. They tutted at the pair of them, bemused that their way was blocked.

      ‘Excuse us,’ Joe said as he doffed his cap and dragged Jimmy to the side. He waited till they were out of earshot before talking again. ‘You should go now,’ he said, realising that he still held Jimmy by the collar of his jacket. He let go and brushed the other man’s collar. ‘We’ve been here too long, and I’m late for work.’

      Jimmy finally put the leaflets away, carefully folding them in his pocket. ‘Yes, you are right. Of course. I have things to do.’ He took a big breath and reached out to shake Joe’s hand. ‘I will await your convenience, Joe. We shall look forward to having you up at the house, whenever you are free. No notice needed.’

      Joe returned the gesture this time. It was a strong handshake, full of emotion. It was unexpected. Joe watched Jimmy walk away and felt a fool. He didn’t think he would see the man again. They were from different worlds. From behind he could just imagine Jimmy having one of those long, tapered moustaches, and swinging a cane. Even if Joe did go to the Sutcliffes’ house, he would feel entirely out of place, and his presence would serve no purpose, but to make him more anxious. Joe wanted Jimmy to succeed, to stop the war before any more needless deaths, but he would do things his own way. He would help to change public opinion. People could be made to see the war was wrong. He was sure of that.

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