To Have and To Hold. Anne Bennett

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      A few moments later, Carmel was out on the pavement scrutinising the place that would be her home for the next four years. It was built of the same light bricks as the hospital, large and very solid-looking.

      Jane led the way inside. ‘Our room is on the first floor,’ she said over her shoulder to Carmel, and Carmel followed her, hearing the chatter of other girls and passing some on the stairs. There seemed a great many of them and it was strange to think that in a short space of time she would probably know every one.

      Then she was standing in the doorway of a room and Sylvia was saying, ‘What do you think?’

      Carmel stepped slowly inside and looked around. The floor was covered with mottled blue oilcloth, light blue curtains framed the two windows and beside each bed was a dressing table and a wardrobe.

      For a split second, she remembered the room where they had slept at home. The bed had been a dingy mattress laid on the floor and she had been squashed on it together with Siobhan, Kathy and even wee Pauline, who wasn’t yet a year old, while coats piled haphazardly on the top did in place of blankets. There were no curtains at the begrimed windows and an upended orange box housed their few clothes. Now her sigh was one of utter contentment.

      ‘Your bed is either of those two by the door,’ Jane said. ‘Sylvia and I have nabbed the two by the window.’

      ‘Just at this moment I wouldn’t care if my bed was out on the street,’ Carmel said. ‘It looks terribly inviting.’

      Sylvia laughed. ‘You will have to wait a bit,’ she said, glancing at the clock on the wall. ‘The bell for dinner will go any second.’

      The words had barely left her mouth when the strains of it could be heard echoing through the home. Carmel quickly removed her coat, hung it in the wardrobe, pushed her case under the bed and followed the others streaming, with hurrying feet and excited chatter, down the stairs towards the dining room.

      The good wholesome food revived Carmel a little, although she was still extremely tired. She was quiet at the table, glad that Sylvia and Jane were there to keep up the conversation because she didn’t feel up to talking, laughing and being polite to those she hadn’t got to know yet.

      Later, up in the room, she confessed to the other two what a relief it was to be there.

      ‘You don’t worry that you might be homesick?’ Jane said.

      ‘There is not a doubt in my mind that I will never miss my home,’ Carmel said. ‘As for wishing I was back there, no thank you.’ She gave a shiver of distaste.

      ‘Ooh, I might wish that sometimes and quite easily,’ Jane said, ‘especially when Matron’s on the warpath. Our next-door neighbour was here five years ago and said she was a targer.’

      ‘Our matron could be strict,’ Carmel conceded. ‘She was fair, though.’

      ‘Did you work in a hospital then?’

      ‘Aye. I was a ward orderly in Letterkenny Hospital, which was near where I lived,’ Carmel said. ‘Our matron had a thing about hospital corners on the beds and she was a stickler for having a tidy and uncluttered ward. But I was good at the bed-making and I like order myself, so we got on all right.’

      ‘Did she suggest you going in for nursing?’

      ‘No, that was Sister Frances, the nun I worked with mostly,’ Carmel said. ‘Matron did support me, though, when she knew about it.’

      ‘You didn’t lose your heart to any dishy doctors then?’ Jane asked.

      Carmel laughed. ‘There weren’t any. I think ugliness or at least general unattractiveness with a brusque bedside manner were the requisites for any job there.’

      ‘Well, I hope it’s not the case here,’ Jane said with a slight pout of discontent.

      ‘I thought you came to learn nursing, not hook yourself a husband?’ Sylvia said scornfully.

      ‘No harm in combining the two ambitions and seeing what comes first,’ Jane said with a simper.

      Carmel laughed. ‘You can do all the hooking you wish,’ she said. ‘I won’t be any sort of threat to you, because I won’t be in the race.’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘I don’t want a husband—not now, not ever.’

      The other two looked at her open-mouthed. ‘Not ever?’ Sylvia breathed.

      ‘You can’t honestly say you want to be an old maid all your life?’ Jane cried incredulously.

      ‘Oh, yes I can, because that’s exactly what I want.’

      ‘But why?’

      Carmel shrugged. ‘Let’s just say that what I have seen of marriage, children and all so far has not impressed me one jot.’

      ‘Your mom and dad, I suppose?’ Sylvia asked.

      ‘Aye,’ Carmel said, ‘in the main, but there were others I knew who were downright unhappy. I want to be my own person without relying or depending on someone else, and to have no one leaning on me.’

      ‘You can’t go through life like that,’ Jane said. ‘It’s so sad and lonely-sounding.’

      ‘Yeah,’ Sylvia agreed. ‘And just ’cos your parents didn’t hit it off, what’s that got to do with you and your life? I mean, Carmel, if you could see mine…Fight like cat and dog, they do, and always have done, but I will be ready to take the plunge when I’m swept off my feet.’

      ‘And me.’

      ‘Well, I wish you the well of it,’ Carmel said.

      ‘But, Carmel—’

      ‘The thing is,’ Carmel said, ‘you don’t really know anything about a man until you marry him. That has been said to me countless times.’

      A yawn suddenly overtook her and she gave a rueful smile. ‘Sorry, girls, I am too tired to be fit company for anyone tonight. I will have to leave my unpacking till the morning. Thank God I had the foresight to put all I would need for tonight in the bag.’

      As Carmel padded down the corridor to the bathroom in her bare feet, Jane whispered to Sylvia, ‘D’you think she really means it about men and that?’

      Sylvia shrugged. ‘Sounds like it, but she is only eighteen.’

      ‘Yeah. Likely change her mind half a dozen times yet.’

      Carmel was woken the next morning by the ringing of a bell and for a moment or two was disorientated. Then the previous day and all that had happened came back to her. She felt her whole body fill with delicious anticipation and she could barely wait for the day to start.

      The system of the bells had been explained to her and other new arrivals after dinner the previous СКАЧАТЬ