The Campbell Road Girls. Kay Brellend

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘Christmas nearly here and you’ve chucked in a good job?’ She hobbled over to Lucy as fast as her aches and pains would allow, and ripped her daughter’s hands away from her cheeks so she could read her expression. ‘What you been up to? You pulled a stroke and got found out?’

      ‘I ain’t done anything ... apart from shoot off me mouth when I should’ve kept quiet. But somebody’s pulled a stroke all right, and I’ve suffered for it,’ Lucy added bitterly.

      Matilda could hear the tears in her youngest daughter’s voice and some of her anger withered. Having dislodged a chair from under the table she collapsed into it. ‘Had the dirty done on yer?’ she asked, astonished. ‘How? Who done it?’

      ‘I’ve lost me job, Mum,’ Lucy mumbled. ‘I liked it too. And I was good at it.’ She gazed at her mother through misty vision. ‘I’ve not done anything wrong, swear, but the housekeeper and me senior told me me job’s gone to somebody else. They said I could have a housemaid’s job instead but ...’ She threw back her head in despair and blinked at the cobweb-covered ceiling.

      ‘But you told ’em to poke it,’ Matilda guessed, her lined face still displaying her shock.

      Lucy abruptly stood up. ‘I wasn’t thinking straight, I was in such a paddy. But I know now I should’ve bit me tongue and played it clever. If I’d stuck around till after Christmas we’d have had more money to help us over the holiday, and I might’ve found out what’s been going on in that place. I know fer definite that something has. A nasty cow’s got given me job and I want to know why.’

      Matilda gawped at her daughter. She knew this blow couldn’t have come at a worse time of the year, and jobs were getting harder than ever to find. The papers were always full of the woes of unemployment and the length of the labour exchange queues. Although she didn’t get out and about very much, Matilda was keen to listen to her neighbours’ news about the locals who were unsuccessfully looking for jobs. But she understood why Lucy had reacted in the way she had. All the Keiver clan – men and women – had hot tempers and fast tongues, and were likely to explode if they believed they’d fallen foul of underhand trickery.

      ‘Didn’t clump anyone, did you?’ Matilda sounded rueful.

      Lucy gave a gruff laugh on realising her mother was slowly calming down, having digested her bad news. ‘I felt like it, Mum. That’s why I got meself out of there quick as I could. Just packed me bags, got me pay, and got out.’ The mention of her wages prompted her to pull from her pocket the little envelope that held a small amount of cash.

      ‘Gave you a reference, though, didn’t they?’

      Lucy slid guilty eyes to her mother’s face, inwardly wincing as she saw Matilda’s optimistic expression crumble.

      ‘You never told ’em to poke that too!’ Matilda burst out. ‘Heavens above, Luce!’ She thumped a fist on the cracked wooden table top. ‘How you gonna get another job in service without a character?’

      Lucy shot to her mother and enclosed her in an apologetic hug that was so fierce it made Matilda totter on her feet. ‘I’ll find something, swear I will,’ Lucy promised. ‘I’ll be employed again before Christmas, you’ll see.’

      ‘Got another afternoon off, Lucy? You’re doing all right!’ Connie Whitton had called out on noticing Matilda’s daughter emerging from Smithie’s shop with a small bag of groceries in her hand. She was surprised to see her because Lucy had been about in the street earlier in the week and Connie thought she’d not be back yet.

      Lucy gave a welcoming smile as she noticed Connie crossing the road to speak to her. Despite the fact the woman was more than a decade older than she was, Lucy had always liked her. She knew Connie was a bit of ‘a goer’, as her mother would call the tarts she had time for. Those Matilda didn’t like were called something else entirely. But Connie had an appealingly mischievous way about her that didn’t put up the backs of other women in the way some brash local prostitutes did.

      In her time Connie had had some proper swanky sugar daddies looking after her. She was a good-looking blonde in her early thirties, who’d got engaged twice but never married. At present, she was fancy-free, working shifts as a waitress in a West End supper club. But it was well known she’d supplement her earnings by going on the game when tips were scarce, and she didn’t care who knew about it. Despite some of her neighbours being hostile to her because of her part-time profession she could be indiscriminately kind-hearted. If a family were in deep trouble, she’d give those particular kids coins for sweets in the full knowledge that they’d run home and hand them over to their mums. Some of those women would have shoved the money back at Connie if she’d given it to them directly. But so long as it filled empty bellies in a roundabout way, it was acceptable.

      When Connie had been in her prime Lucy had been about six or seven and she could remember being struck by how beautifully glamorous the young woman looked wearing her fur coats and red lipstick. Lucy had been one of the street urchins treated to pennies and thrupenny bits when Connie was feeling flush. But only seconds after receiving her treasure her mother would materialise at her side and remove it from her fingers before she could hide it away.

      ‘Not at work today?’ Connie had stopped by her side, folding her arms in readiness for a chat.

      ‘Been out searching for work this morning,’ Lucy told her, pulling a long face. ‘I’ve just come back to have a bite to eat with Mum. Then I’ll be off out again hoping to spot a job posted in a shop window. It’s too busy up the labour exchange to hang around waiting. Couldn’t even get in the door it was so crowded. I’d sooner pound pavements and save time. Know of any vacancies going, Con?’

      ‘Thought you was settled in a good job.’

      ‘Long story ...’ Lucy replied in a tone of voice that deterred further questions.

      ‘Ever done any waitressing?’ Connie resisted the temptation to be nosy.

      Lucy nodded. ‘Course. Used to help out serving at table when I worked with me sister Sophy in Essex. We all used to pitch in together doing different jobs when we needed to.’ She smiled. ‘Actually, I’ve just been and asked for a job in Ken’s caff, and the Lyons Corner House, but nothing doing.’

      ‘Fancy a job working in the supper club with me?’ Connie asked brightly. ‘A girl’s leaving at the end of the week. She’s got a better offer ... off one of the gents who’s a regular client.’ She chuckled as she saw Lucy’s dubious frown. ‘Oh, you don’t have to get involved in any of that if you don’t want to. Most of the girls are above board and just serve and smile and take their tips home.’ Connie had comically mimed waitress duties as she was speaking, making Lucy laugh, especially when she acted out shoving cash into her brassiere.

      ‘The Cuckoo Club is in Piccadilly. There’s a bit of gambling now and again, and late drinking, and a jazz band playing most nights. Mainly we get gentlemen come in on their own, but some bring their lady friends,’ Connie explained. ‘If you get pestered by randy fellows, I’ll see ’em off for you, Luce.’

      ‘Oh, come on, Con,’ Lucy drawled with a smile. ‘D’you want me mum to wring me neck before I’m much older?’

      ‘Don’t have to tell her you’re working with me. Just say you’ve got a job as a waitress in a restaurant. Ain’t a lie. Honest, there’s plenty of us gels prepared to do a bit extra, if he looks nice and the price is right, so you won’t need to worry.’

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