Blood Brothers. Josephine Cox

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      Marred only by Frank’s damning words about white weddings, the next hour proved to be the most pleasant Joe had spent in a long time. The meal was wholesome and delicious, and with the conversation focusing on local events in the farming calendar, he began to feel as though he had never been away.

      Nancy had something to show them. ‘Now then, look at this, everyone!’ Grinning from ear to ear, she held up the leaflet. ‘I got this from the post office in Blackhill,’ she informed them. ‘It’s the information for the Spring barn-dance in the village hall.’

      ‘Give over, woman!’ Tom reminded her. ‘We’ve no time for dancing. You know as well as I do…Spring is a busy time on the farm, what with lambing an’ all. Besides, in case it’s slipped your mind, we’ve a wedding to go to!’

      Nancy shook the leaflet in his face. ‘Ah, but the dance isn’t for another three weeks, and anyway it’s been carefully planned to work with the farming calendar,’ she added triumphantly. ‘We all know how much you hate these events, and how you make every excuse not to go dancing. Well, we’re all going, aren’t we, folks?’ She waved the leaflet in the air.

      ‘I would love to go,’ Alice said, excitedly.

      ‘Oh, well if Alice is going, then so am I.’ Frank did not want other men anywhere near her. Alice was a prize he meant to hang on to.

      Joe, too, was all for it, though for different reasons. ‘Well, I’m raring to go!’ he told Nancy. ‘I haven’t been to a village dance in a long time, and now I’m really looking forward to it.’

      ‘Aha!’ Nancy was jubilant. ‘So there ye have it, Tom Arnold,’ she told him. ‘We’re all going and so are you. It’s either that, or you cook your own meals for the next six months.’

      ‘Have sense, woman!’ Tom groaned. ‘I’ve a gammy leg, in case you’ve forgotten!’

      ‘I have not forgotten,’ she answered. ‘But gammy leg or no gammy leg, you’d best get yourself to that village hall with the rest of us, and no argument. You can sit it out and sulk if yer afraid to join in, ‘cause it’ll make no difference to me.’

      She gave him a shrivelling glance. ‘Besides, you’ve never once danced with me in public anyway, and only once in private, and that was on our wedding night when you were blind drunk and couldn’t care less who saw you.’

      ‘That’s not a nice thing to say.’

      ‘Mebbe not, but I don’t reckon it’s nice if you’re ashamed of dancing with your own wife in public.’

      ‘Don’t be daft, ‘course I’m not ashamed.’

      ‘Yes you are. I know it, you know it, and everybody in this village knows it.’

      Tom actually had a flush of conscience. ‘All right then, Nancy Arnold. If it’s dancing yer want, it’s dancing you’ll get, but it’ll be your doing if this old leg gives up the ghost.’

      Alice clapped her hands and gave him a kiss. ‘You’ll enjoy it,’ she promised.

      Nancy’s face was wreathed in a broad, happy smile. ‘That’s settled then, husband.’ And flushing with pleasure, she laid the leaflet on the table.

      When Joe picked it up, she told him with a twinkle in her eye, ‘I expect the girls will be swarming all over you. In fact it wouldn’t surprise me if you didn’t find yourself a really nice girlfriend. That Rosalind Thompson always had an eye for you, and she’s still not wed. Oh, she’s had a few men-friends but nothing’s ever come of it.’

      Frank chipped in, ‘That’s because she only ever wants what she can get from them, then when their pockets are empty, she dumps them and moves on to the next victim. No wonder they call her the shark; given half a chance, she’ll eat you for breakfast and spit out the pips!’

      Joe laughed. ‘She won’t be interested in me then,’ he quipped, ‘I’ve got nothing worth the taking.’

      ‘You said it, not me,’ Frank said spitefully. ‘Anyway, like I said, Rosalind Thompson doesn’t want a serious relationship.’

      Tom spoke without thinking, ‘As I recall, didn’t you have a bit of a fling with her at one time?’

      Frank laughed it off. ‘Not really. She might have wanted to get her claws into me, but I’m nobody’s fool. I soon told her where to get off.’ He smiled at Alice and was relieved when she smiled back.

      He was furious with his father for mentioning the embarrassing fling he had had with that Thompson bitch.

      Truth be told, it was Rosalind who unceremoniously dumped him, and not the other way round. He was heartbroken, until he found Alice Jacobs.

      Frank had always been careful to make Alice believe she was the only one.

      He had no intention of letting her find out that she was his consolation prize.