Trilogy Collection. Julie Shaw

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      June shook her head. ‘Been possessed by a moody mare, is what, Maureen. Even Jock can’t seem to make her smile, and he always could, couldn’t he? Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps she’s just missing Vin – God, I fucking am, bless the little bleeder – well, the not so little bleeder these days. Though that won’t stop me cuffing him round the ear when he does get home, believe me.’ She frowned then. ‘No, we’ll go on our own this time. Then – well, next time, we’ll see about Titch coming along. In the meantime, let’s get on and get this lovely lolly, eh?’

      It didn’t take long to raise sufficient to pay for the holidays. It was only a matter of a couple of days of going round the Boulevard on the neighbouring Buttershaw Estate, and they’d finally got the last of the club cheques off their hands, and a tidy pile of cash to divvy up between them.

      And Maureen hadn’t wasted any time booking her holiday – had gone into town on the bus and straight down to Wallace Arnold’s to book a coach.

      She was round at June’s that very Friday afternoon, ready to go, standing on the doorstep dangling her door keys and giggling like a school girl. So much for being against the whole idea, June thought, taking the bunch of keys irritably.

      ‘So you’ll keep an eye on the house for us an’ that?’ Maureen wanted to know. ‘Water the cactus? And, um … June?’

      June looked hard at her sister-in-law, knowing that something else was coming, and that it wasn’t going to be something she wanted to hear. She felt as prickly as her sister-in-law’s ridiculous spiky plant.

      Maureen blushed the colour of her lippy. ‘Look, don’t go mad but I’ve got a confession. It was so cheap that I booked for five days.’

      ‘What?’ June demanded. ‘We’re supposed to be keeping this fucking quiet!’

      Maureen flapped her hands to try and shush her. ‘I know, June, but –’

      ‘But nothing, you greedy cow! They’ll all be asking questions if you’re gone that long – you cannot go for that long! You’re just a greedy bleeder and you’re going to fuck this right up!’

      Maureen’s expression hardened then. She clearly wasn’t going to take that. ‘I’ve booked for five days, June, and I’m going for five days, and that’s the end of it. Wasn’t it you who called it a gift horse? Well, I’m having my fucking gift! We’ve never had a proper holiday before and we’re going, so stop your mithering. It’s booked now, so that’s that. Like it or lump it.’

      There was nothing June could do apart from swallow her sister-in-law’s attitude, but she was seething as she finally waved her off. Why should Maureen go swanning off on holiday before her, anyway? It wasn’t fair – it was she and Jock who’d masterminded everything – well, mostly – so it should be her who had first dibs at reaping the rewards. Blackpool really rankled. Blackpool made her furious; now she’d have to listen to Maureen droning on about it endlessly, when it should have been her and Jock doing it first and droning at her.

      Selfish cow, she thought, firing up a cigarette and puffing the smoke out angrily. Mo had spoilt her day now. Put her in a thoroughly bad mood.

      Right, she decided, looking at the clock. Still plenty of daytime left. She needed cheering up now and she had some time to kill before she had to meet Jock and their mates in the Bull, and she intended to spend every bit of it shopping. Why shouldn’t she, after all? If that bleeding Maureen could just piss off for five days, then she was going to have a right old spending spree herself. And everyone else could just shove it up their arses.

      Titch had been sitting reading her dad’s morning newspaper when she heard the sound of the car pulling up. After quickly throwing away the cig she was puffing on, she ran to look out of the window. Wafting away the smoke clouds, so her mam didn’t know she’d been smoking in the house, she almost choked on her fag-smoke as she saw her, laden down with carrier bags, waving a taxi off. What the fuck has she come as? Titch thought.

      June was wearing a fur coat – a real beast of a coat, big and spotty. The sort of coat you only saw on the TV or at the cinema. The sort of coat she was pretty sure she’d never seen in Bradford. Bloody March too! Only a show-off like her bleeding mother would think it apt to wear a fur coat in the spring. She must be roasting alive, Josie thought. And what was in all those bags? She ran into the hall and pulled the front door open.

      June looked up. ‘Ah, you’re in. Go on, give us a hand then, simpleton. Don’t just stand there looking gormless – grab some of this lot!’

      Titch untwizzled some of the plastic bag handles that had become tangled around her mother’s fingers, aghast at the weight of them once she’d finally got them free. She took them into the lounge and plonked them down on the sofa, where they slithered and spread out, all white and pink and yellow, like glossy butterflies’ wings.

      It was like Christmas. No, more that that, better than that. She’d obviously been to Kirkgate market, and – Josie gasped, realising – even Busby’s. Was that where she’d got the coat from? Fucking hell, she never even got to go to Busby’s at Christmas, to see Santa, like all the other kids seemed to, no matter how hard she pleaded and begged.

      ‘I bet you haven’t got me owt, have you?’ she asked her mother hopefully. Though at the same time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted anything anyway – where had the money come from? There must be so much of it to get all this lot. Which frightened her. What exactly had they done?

      ‘Titch, gimme a fucking minute, will you?’ June said, adding the rest of the bags to the pile. She grinned and ruffled her daughter’s hair. ‘I have got you summat as it happens, but go make us a quick cuppa while I stash all this lot from your dad.’

      ‘You’d better,’ Titch agreed. ‘If he sees that coat on you he’ll go mental.’

      ‘Oh, not this,’ June said. ‘Sod him. I’m keeping this on. I want to see the look on everyone’s faces, don’t I? Anyway, what you doing standing there gawping? I said to go and make the tea while I get this lot out of sight!’

      Titch shook her head as she went to the kitchen, her day suddenly feeling much brighter all round. Who cared where they got it anyway – she was getting a present! ‘Yeah, mam,’ she shouted back as she lit the gas under the greasy kettle. ‘Like he’s not going to notice anything when you walk in the pub dressed like a bleeding leopard!’

      ‘Fair point,’ June conceded, amid much exciting-sounding rustling. ‘Anyway, come on back in here, love. I found your present.’

      It was in a small bag, and straight away Josie could see what it was. Well, what she hoped it would be – a record. And it was. It was Lou Reed’s ‘Walk on the Wild Side’, which was currently in the charts and was her most favourite song, ever. For a moment or two she simply stood there and gazed at it, unable to believe she actually held it in her hands.

      June chuckled. ‘Pleased? See, I’m not such a miserable old fart, am I? Knew you’d like it.’

      Josie felt a glow of affection for her mum, hearing that. She had a record. A record of her very own. She couldn’t believe it. ‘Mam, I love it. How did you –’

      ‘Know? Because I’m your mam and I know what you like. Nah, to be fair, it was just a lucky guess. The man in the shop said all the СКАЧАТЬ