Coronation Day. Kay Brellend

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СКАЧАТЬ asking after her. They broke up when I was still a baby and me mum took off.’

      ‘Really?’ The information was so surprising Grace forgot to immediately exhale and she coughed and spluttered as smoke reached her lungs. ‘Where is she now?’ she squeaked.

      Christopher shrugged with feigned nonchalance. ‘Who bleedin’ knows?’ He made an exaggerated gesture with his arm. ‘Mystery, ain’t it, and looks like it’ll stay that way, ’cos nobody seems to want to tell me.’

      ‘Perhaps they don’t want to hurt you,’ Grace suggested, having recovered her breath. ‘She might have got killed in the war or moved away and remarried.’ She gave him a kind smile.‘Your mum might have a new husband and family.’

      ‘Well, she didn’t want her old ones, so that’s on the cards.’

      Grace bit her lip, feeling awkward in the presence of his bitterness, but she knew whatever he was feeling about his parents hadn’t stopped him studying her from beneath his long, low lashes.

      ‘Why didn’t you just say you don’t smoke?’

      ‘I do sometimes,’ she retorted, having noticed humour far back in his deep brown eyes. ‘Usually when I go out and have a drink.’ She dropped the half-smoked cigarette onto the boards and put a foot on it.

      Christopher could see she was edging away from him towards the stairs to join her mother. He didn’t want to lose her company just yet. Grace Coleman had grown into a very attractive woman, and he knew he’d like to ask her out, but it was more than that. She had a sweet kindness about her and, as her presence eased more memories to the surface, he suspected he’d liked her years ago for the same reason.

      ‘Matilda told me you work in the City as a typist,’ Christopher said.

      ‘She told me you do building work.’

      ‘Another topic of conversation over?’ he murmured with a half-smile as she took another step towards the stairs. ‘What else did she tell you about me?’

      ‘Nothing. And I didn’t ask.’ Grace gave him an old-fashioned look. ‘I know it’s ages since we saw each other, but I do remember you were a little bit conceited, even then, Christopher Wild.’

      He took a couple of steps after her. ‘I was sorry to hear about your dad.’

      ‘Thanks,’ Grace said huskily and halted by the banisters. ‘It seems he’s been gone ages, but it’s only a few years.’ She paused. ‘How about your dad? Did he go off to fight?’

      ‘He joined up in 1941,’ Chris answered. ‘He would’ve gone before but he didn’t want to leave me.’

      ‘Did you live alone when he went?’

      ‘Sometimes. But I was with Matilda or me Uncle Rob in London so I wasn’t really on me own. Rob was me guvnor too. I started work in his warehouse in Holloway Road before I left school.’

      ‘You had a lot of freedom …’ Grace sounded a little envious.

      ‘Yeah, it was great. I tried to join up meself when I was seventeen.’ He grinned at the memory. ‘Me and a couple of mates went down Euston Road recruiting office.’

      ‘And?’

      ‘They chucked two of us out for being too young even though we tried to blag our way in with a lot of chat about bringing our birth certificates back another day. Sammy Piper got took on though. He’d just turned nineteen. Never saw him again, but he might’ve come through alright.’

      ‘Lots didn’t,’ Grace said sadly.

      ‘Yeah …’

      ‘Well, better go up and say hello …’

      Chris watched her start up the stairs.

      ‘First door on the left,’ he called as she gingerly put a hand on the wobbly banister.

      ‘Just saying to Shirley we had a reunion on a miserable old day all them weeks ago when the king died, but if she comes over here on Coronation Day it’ll be a right good knees-up. Won’t be in the doldrums then, will we, Shirl?’

      ‘I’ll say that for you, Aunt Til, you do know how to have a bit of a shindig in the street.’ Chris chuckled.

      ‘We’ll have to get started on plans for a street party. It’ll probably be the last one we have, too, now the demolition’s well under way.’ Matilda grimaced her regret at having to acknowledge that fact.

      When Whadcoat Street replaced Campbell Road, and Biggerstaff Road took over as the name for Paddington Street, a death knell had sounded for the notorious Bunk. Oddly, Matilda – and many others too – still mourned its passing and were prepared to hang on in what was left of the street till the bitter end. Of course, Matilda realised the decaying terraces couldn’t remain – the majority were beyond repair – yet still she felt a wrench at knowing the living stage, where a multitude of precious memories had been played out, was in terminal decline.

      ‘We’ve got till next June to get everything ready for the big day and don’t you lot go knocking down the houses this end till I say you can,’ she jokingly scolded her nephew.

      ‘No chance of that, Aunt Til; guvnor reckons there’s a few years’ worth of work here and he wants us to end up with the lot.’

      ‘Glad to hear it,’ Tilly nodded, satisfied. ‘We’ll make it the best party yet … go out on a bang, as it were,’ she said emphatically. ‘We could get some fireworks, and have a big bonfire … ask all the old crowd over for a final Bunk get-together.’ She gleefully rubbed together her palms. ‘Some of ’em, like the Whitton gels and the Lovats, ain’t moved that far away and a lot turn up on Bonfire Night every year. ’Course all my lot’ll be coming over. The little ’uns will love it. Not that some of ’em are so little any more. You couldn’t move down here last November 5th: busier’n Piccadilly Circus, it were.’

      ‘Well, of course, if we don’t have a do going on down our street in Tottenham, I expect we might manage to come over for it.’ Shirley had sent a startled look her daughter’s way while listening to Matilda’s enthusiastic plans. The idea of mingling socially with slum dwellers, past or present, horrified her.

      Grace knew her mother would sooner stay indoors on her own on Queen Elizabeth’s Coronation Day than be caught making merry with people from The Bunk. Yet, personally, she would be glad of an invitation to a street party in Whadcoat Street. Matilda was a wonderfully natural character, in Grace’s estimation. She imagined the Keiver family had great, uninhibited fun when they got together.

      ‘Ain’t you gotta be off, Chris?’ Matilda gently ribbed her nephew in the break in the conversation. She’d noticed he was having difficulty keeping his eyes off Shirley’s daughter, unsurprisingly considering how pretty Grace was. Although she was in her early twenties Matilda reckoned the girl could have passed for a teenager because she was so small and slim. She ran an eye over her stylish coat and leather court shoes, admiring the elegant way Grace was turned out. Shirley, on the other hand, looked as though she was trying to recapture her youth: her coat barely reached her knobbly knees and her make-up looked too thick in Matilda’s opinion. Her lips twitched in a private smile as she turned her attention to her nephew.

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