Rosie’s War. Kay Brellend

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СКАЧАТЬ was very lucky, and so was her husband and eldest boy,’ Rosie said after a pause. She knew Doris could act pious, so she wasn’t going to mention that the three children had died alone. Her stepmother would have something to say about neglect despite the fact that her own daughter-in-law and grandson rarely came to visit her because they were never invited.

      ‘Didn’t realise it was bad news you got from your friend,’ John said gruffly by way of apology. That terrible tale had momentarily edged his own worries from his mind.

      Doris’s sympathy was short-lived, however, and she was quick to change the subject. ‘Just got caught outside by Peg Price; sounding off about you, she was.’ Doris wagged an accusing finger.

      Rosie shrugged, refusing to take the bait. Doris would always make it plain she felt burdened by the duty of sticking up for her.

      ‘Saw somebody else with a long face.’ Doris gazed at her reflection in the mantel mirror and started pushing the waves back in place in her faded brown hair. ‘Nurse Johnson was in civvies down Petticoat Lane.’ Doris looked at the little girl crouching on the floor. ‘You’d think she’d pop in once in a while to see how Hope’s getting on.’

      ‘I expect she’s too busy,’ Rosie said succinctly. Doris enjoyed bringing to her attention that she’d caused enmity on several fronts.

      Rosie hadn’t spoken to her midwife since the day she’d broken the news about withdrawing from the adoption. At the time Rosie had thought that the woman seemed to take it quite well. Trudy had listened to her explanation, then said the sort of things that Rosie had been expecting to hear about being surprised and disappointed. Ever since, if they met out walking a brief nod was the most Rosie got from the woman. Rosie couldn’t blame Trudy Johnson if she had felt bitter about what had happened.

      ‘Going upstairs to put a brush through me hair before we have tea.’

      Once his wife had gone out of the room John said, ‘Didn’t mean to snap earlier, Rosie; just that I worry about you, y’know, grown up though you are.’ He pulled out a chair at the table and sank onto the seat. ‘God knows we’ve had to cope with some troubles these past few years.’

      ‘Not as much as some people, Dad,’ Rosie said pointedly, to remind him of Gertie’s catastrophe.

      ‘I know … I know … but you’re still my little girl, however old you are. And I won’t never stop worrying about you and Hope s’long as I’m drawing breath.’

      ‘You’ve no need to worry, Dad, I’m able to look after myself and Hope now.’ After a short silence Rosie saw her father seemed to have gone into a trance, staring into space. ‘What is it, Dad?’ She sat down opposite him and rested her elbows on the tabletop. ‘You seem odd … thoughtful. Something up?’

      ‘Nah, just this leg getting me down,’ John lied. He forced a smile. ‘Wish you could meet a nice young man, dear.’ He took Rosie’s hands in his. ‘You need somebody to care for you, ’cos I ain’t always going to be around. Robbie likes you, y’know, and he’s not short of a bob or two … or a couple of pork chops.’

      Rosie tutted in mock exasperation at her father’s quip. Robbie Raynham was the local butcher, and at least fifteen years her senior. He was pleasant enough and not bad-looking but Rosie didn’t like him in that way. She didn’t like any man in that way. Rosie knew Doris often sent her to get their meat ration in the hope the smitten butcher might slip a little bit extra in for them in return for the promise of a date.

      But Rosie didn’t have any interest in marriage or men. Since she’d been dragged into an alleyway then thrown to the ground and raped, a cold dread had replaced any longing she’d once had for an exciting romance and a husband. Love and affection were saved for her daughter; all she wanted to do was keep Hope safe and make plans for her future.

      Rosie took a deep breath and blurted, ‘I’m going to apply to join the London Auxiliary Ambulance Service.’

      John gawped at his daughter as though she were mad. ‘Why?’ he eventually asked.

      ‘Because it’s an important job needs doing.’

      ‘Being a mother to that little girl’s an important job needs doing,’ John replied pithily. ‘Ambulance work’s too dangerous. You’ll be covered in blood and muck.’

      ‘I was covered in blood and muck when the Café de Paris got bombed and again on the afternoon our house was wrecked. I’m used to it now.’

      John had the grace to blush as he recalled how she’d nursed him and dressed his wounds till they could get help on that dreadful afternoon.

      ‘Dad, d’you remember how that auxiliary helped you that day?’

      ‘’Course …’ John muttered. ‘And I was grateful to her, but that don’t mean I want you taking them sort of risks.’ He pointed a finger. ‘She were a lot older than you, for a start …’

      ‘Her colleague who helped you up the stairs wasn’t. And she was driving the ambulance, if you remember. She looked to be in her twenties, like me …’

      ‘Don’t want you doing it, Rosie …’ John began shirtily.

      ‘I’m going to apply,’ Rosie said firmly. ‘Hope’ll be fine in a nursery. I’m going to the WVS tomorrow to see if they can sort out a place for her.’

      ‘If you’re determined, me ’n’ Doris can see to the little ’un between us.’ John sounded affronted.

      ‘I’d like her to make some more friends,’ Rosie answered diplomatically. ‘She had a lovely time playing with Gertie’s little girl.’

      ‘Time enough fer that when she’s older. I’ll mind her.’ John sounded stubborn. He’d always been very protective of his granddaughter but suddenly after Popeye’s visit it seemed more important than ever to keep a close watch on Hope.

      ‘It’s time for me to get my own place, too, Dad. Now you and Doris are married you deserve some privacy. Besides, I need to learn to stand on my own two feet. So as soon as I’m earning I’ll be able to pay rent.’ Rosie had been planning on saving that blow for another day. But as her father had seemed to accept her work, albeit reluctantly, she had decided that ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ might be the best approach.

      ‘Leaving home and standing on your own two feet backfired on you once before.’ John pressed his lips into a thin line. He’d not wanted to hark back to that episode. ‘Anyhow, people my age don’t need a lot of fuss. Ain’t as if me and Doris are starry-eyed. Known each other too long for any of that.’ John coughed, recalling Popeye’s dirty talk.

      ‘Still, it’d be nice for you both to have some peace and quiet.’ Rosie understood her father’s unease about discussing intimate things.

      ‘I know kids have tantrums, so that don’t bother me one bit. I brought you up, remember,’ he added darkly.

      Rosie smiled faintly. Her stepmother wasn’t happy about losing her sleep. The woman had let Rosie know she’d been kept awake by Hope crying as she’d barged out of the bathroom that morning.

      Suddenly Rosie was missing her mum with such strong sadness that she felt momentarily unable to speak. Prudence Gardiner had passed away when she was in junior school but Rosie could recall СКАЧАТЬ