All That Glitters, page 43
She looked out over the shadowy heads of the audience. When she had started working in the Town Hall she hadn’t been able to imagine a time when she would want to leave. Now all she could think of was change. She burned to move on as so many others had done, and were doing.
The Summer Variety had gone, taking with it the chorus girls she’d come to regard as friends. When they’d left she’d missed them all, even Babs, who’d married Chuckles suddenly and very unexpectedly. Since then there’d been no time to exchange more than passing pleasantries with the casts of shows that flitted in and out of Pontypridd within a week. Then Myrtle and Myra joined the WAAF. They’d tried to persuade her to go with them, but the manager had pulled a face and she had agreed to stay until the New Year. The way things were going he’d have no more time for socialising in his office. Joe Evans was leaving on the first train out of Pontypridd on Monday morning. Two of the stagehands had already left. William and Charlie had called into the theatre to kiss her goodbye. Change – all change – and it had made her restless, given her the urge to become a part of it.
The singing stopped and the curtain fell on the opening number. The orchestra struck up again as the short dark man moved out on to the apron. She closed her eyes and listened.
‘Fare thee well … till I can be beside you once again my love … Parting is such lovely sorrow …’
Another voice joined in: ‘We can dream about a sweeter tomorrow …’ She turned clumsily, hitting her torch against the wall.
She blinked, wondering if she was dreaming, Haydn was there – but a different Haydn, dressed in khaki, his blond hair gleaming in the darkness, his cap in his hand.
‘Ssh …’
He smiled charmingly at the woman who had hissed at him. ‘So sorry, madam.’ Gripping Jane’s arm he pulled her out into the corridor. The door clanged noisily behind them.
‘You didn’t send the ring back?’
‘I did. I gave it to Dr John.’
‘You did?’ The smile died on his lips. All the way up in the train he’d been dreaming of what he’d say to her, what she’d say to him. The kiss they’d exchange when she flung herself into his arms. He hadn’t bargained on Andrew trying to play Cupid.
‘I didn’t want to give it back, but it was so expensive.’
‘Oh Jane, what’s that got to do with anything?’
‘I didn’t want you to think you could buy me. Not after … after …’
‘Have we got some talking to do. Come on.’
‘I can’t go anywhere. I have to work.’
‘Not tonight. I’ve seen Joe, he’s covering.’
‘Looks like you got your knight, Jane.’
Ann and Avril were standing in front of the confectionery booth smirking like a pair of fat cats.
‘Without his armour and charger.’ Avril laughed.
‘And with a limp.’
‘Right, there’s enough witnesses.’ Leaning heavily on his stick, Haydn bent his good leg and extended the other with difficulty. ‘This is the nearest I can get to kneeling. Will you marry me?’
‘But you said -’
‘No buts. Yes or no?’
‘Your uniform? You’re in a show?’
‘Jane, do you ever give a straight answer to a straight question?’
‘Are you in a show?’
‘You could say that.’
‘You’ve joined up?’
‘They’ve given me a seventy-two hour pass. For the last time, will you marry me? If it’s yes we’ll get a special licence first thing in the morning.’
‘Yes.’
Using his stick he clambered awkwardly to his feet and kissed her.
‘Let the poor girl up for air,’ Avril protested.
‘Come on, there’s people around here.’ He offered her his arm.
‘Don’t forget to leave the unsold programmes and the money,’ Joe shouted from the office.
Jane handed them to Avril.
‘And take tomorrow off,’ Joe offered generously.
‘Thanks, she will, and the day after that,’ Haydn called back.
She tore the band from her hair as she helped him negotiate the stairs.
‘There’s one more thing that needs settling. A special licence takes forty-eight hours to clear. I only have a three-day pass. I don’t suppose you’d consider honeymooning before the wedding?’
‘Where?’
He looked across the blackened square towards the New Inn.
‘You know me, always optimistic.’
‘You booked into the New Inn?’
‘I booked Mr and Mrs Haydn Powell into the New Inn.’
‘Can we stay there until you have to leave?’
‘I was hoping you’d say until we have to leave.’
‘We?’
‘I have a room in London. It’s not much, but it would be a lot better with you in it.’
‘I promised the manager I’d stay until January.’
‘You’re about to make a promise to obey me.’
‘I’m not sure I can hold to that.’
‘I’m not sure I’d want you to – all the time. I like a girl with a bit of spirit.’ He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her again.
‘In that case you won’t be able to complain that you didn’t know what you were getting.’
‘I know exactly what I’m getting. I love you, Jane Jones.’
‘Jane Powell.’
‘Mrs Powell. Let’s go and see exactly how much can be packed into seventy-two hours, shall we?’
An excerpt from
Such Sweet Sorrow
Book five in the Hearts of Gold series
by
CATRIN COLLIER
Chapter One
‘Damn and …’
‘Less of your language, William Powell.’ Fumbling blindly for the wall to her left, Tina Ronconi braced herself and stooped to help William from the pavement. It wasn’t easy. A fine drizzle obscured what little light they might have hoped for from the moon. She couldn’t see anything other than the pale glimmer of the white handkerchief she’d pinned to the lapel of her coat, and the even fainter, intermittent white line painted on to the kerb.
‘That’s my leg you’ve got hold of, not my arm,’ he complained irritably.
‘Why are you upside down?’
‘Because some dull clot put their ashbin out for innocent people to fall over,’ came the muffled reply.
‘Stop fooling around.’
‘I am not fooling around. I’m trying to stop the bin from rolling down the hill and waking half the Graig. What a stupid place to put it.’
‘Outside the front door ready for the ash man?’ Tina suggested mildly.
‘They should have waited until morning. Don’t they know how dark it is in a blackout?’ As he managed to right the bin, the lid escaped his clutches and rolled noisily, clattering over the pavement into the road. A sash window slammed open behind them.
‘When you’ve quite finished having a party out there, some people are trying to sleep!’
‘And others could walk home in peace if idiots didn’t set booby traps on the pavements for them to trip over.’
‘Is that you, William Powell?’
‘Mrs Roberts!’ William switched to his charm-laden, market sales-patter voice. ‘You sound lovely in the dark. If Mr Roberts isn’t around I’ll serenade you. Would you like something romantic or patriotic?’
‘I’ll serenade your backside in a minute, boy.’
‘Sorry, Mr Roberts, didn’t know you were home.’
‘And where else would I be at this hour of the night?’
‘You made me promise never to tell.’
‘Why you …’
Another window crashed open further down the street. William grabbed Tina’s hand and hauled her up the hill before the argument escalated.
‘This is hopeless,’ Tina cried as William led them into a lamp-post. She stopped for a moment, straining her eyes into the darkness in the hope of recognising a familiar shadow in the gloom. ‘I’ll bring a torch tomorrow.’
‘Dai Station will only yell at you to switch it off the minute he sees it, even if you point it at your feet and wrap the regulation two sheets of tissue paper around the lens. If you ask me the ARP wardens in Ponty are training to join the Nazis. Haven’t you noticed how they’re all growing moustaches and practising the goose step? It’s a ploy to encourage boys to volunteer. You can’t beat up the ARPs, lads, but we’ll give you a crack at the next-best thing.’
‘You’d better not let Dai Station hear you saying that.’
‘Why not? It may give him the inspiration he needs to join up and do some real fighting instead of reporting little old ladies for showing chinks of light when they put the cat out at night.’ Blocking her path he drew her towards him. ‘Mind you,’ he reached out, feeling for her face with his fingertips. ‘The blackout has some advantages.’
‘Not here, Will.’ She ducked under his arm as he bent his head to hers.
‘As it’s blacker than a coal hole everywhere, what’s the difference between here and there?’ he grumbled as she caught his hands’ in hers, tucked her arm into his, and forced him to carry on walking up the hill towards her home in Danycoedcae Road.
‘A lot. It won’t take Tony long to close the café. He and Diana will be right behind us.’
‘As they can’t see any more than we can, they won’t know the difference between us and a pair of tomcats.’
‘Perhaps we ought to walk in the middle of the road,’ she suggested after hitting her ankle painfully on a raised doorstep.
‘You want to get knocked down by a car?’
‘We’d hear it.’
‘Not necessarily before it clouted us. Ouch!’ He reeled into her, almost knocking her off her feet.
‘What was that?’
‘Another ashbin jumped out and attacked me.’
‘Not much further,’ she consoled.
‘What’s the point in getting there when you won’t even give me a goodnight kiss to make up for all this suffering.’
‘You’re not suffering any more than I am.’
‘But I will be. You live further up the hill than me. I could have turned up Graig Avenue by the vicarage. Instead here I am, risking life and limb, not to mention the walk back down Illtyd Street …’
‘Have you had your registration papers?’ she interrupted sharply as they turned the corner. She’d waited for an opportune moment to ask him the question all evening, but despite the atmosphere of pessimism, the war and the blackout, the café she helped her older brother Tony to run had been busier than usual. Tony and her younger brother Angelo who worked in the kitchen hadn’t been able to dispense with her services for a moment. But even if she could have stolen a few minutes away from the counter and till, William hadn’t left the table where he’d played cards with a crowd of boys from the Graig until closing time.
‘They came yesterday morning.’
Neither the casual tone of his disembodied voice nor the light squeeze he gave the fingers she’d tucked into the crook of his elbow fooled her. ‘And?’
‘There’s no “and” about it. I don’t think the army is into accepting excuses like, “I’m otherwise engaged for the duration.”’
‘You can go back down the pit. Everyone says they’ll soon be making mining a protected occupation.’
‘For good reason. It’s worse than a battlefield down there.’
‘More men get killed on a battlefield than down the pit,’ she retorted tartly, shivering at the thought of him leaving Pontypridd – and her – possibly for ever.
‘I’ll take my chances on a battlefield any day.’
‘You can’t mean that?’
For once he dropped his baiting, bantering tone. ‘I’ve never told anyone this before, but I wasn’t that sorry when the pits closed. Living on bread, scrape and charity seemed a small price to pay for being able to breathe fresh air and walk around in daylight. That’s why I jumped at the chance of working for Charlie when he offered me a job, and why I’ll carry on working in his shop, no matter how much they up the money in the pits.’
‘But going into the army will mean leaving the shop.’
‘That can’t be helped.’
‘But Charlie will never manage without you …’
He laughed briefly. ‘The way prices are being controlled and rationing is beginning to affect profits, half of the shopkeepers in town will be forced to lay off staff. No matter how philanthropic they’d like to be, no businessman can afford to pay an assistant to stand behind a counter when there’s nothing to sell.’
‘I know what you mean. Tony registered our three cafés with the council weeks ago, but we still haven’t been told how much food we’re going to be allocated, and Papa says they’re soon going to have to ration everything, not just bacon, ham, butter and sugar.’
‘Let’s forget the war for five minutes and talk about us.’ He halted at the white cross her father had painted on the wall outside his house.
‘How can there be an us, if you’re going away?’
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her beret and hair. The cooking aromas of the café vied with the clean, fresh fragrances of soap and eau-de-Cologne. He had met Tina on their first day in Maesycoed Infants school, and announced to his mother that evening that he intended to marry her. But it was only now, when they were closer to being separated than Tina knew, that he realised just how much he did love her.
‘The last thing that’s going to be needed in this war are butchers,’ he began awkwardly, trying to pave the way for what he had to tell her. ‘The kind that joint animals, anyway,’ he continued drily.
‘So what are you going to do?’ Her heart was hammering so violently she wondered that he couldn’t hear it. She already suspected the answer to her question. She’d overheard her brothers whispering early that morning and noticed that her father’s copy of the Western Mail was missing from his chair. The same copy she’d seen the advertisement in.
WELSH GUARDS
VOLUNTEERS REQUIRED NOW FOR THE WELSH GUARDS. AGE 20-35. HEIGHT 5FT. 9INS OR OVER.
MEN CAN PRESENT THEMSELVES FOR ENLISTMENT AT ALL RECRUITING CENTRES. ENQUIRIES WILL BE ANSWERED AT ALL POLICE STATIONS.
MEN REGISTERED TO BE CALLED UP UNDER NATIONAL SERVICE, BUT NOT ALREADY CALLED, MAY ENLIST NOW IN THE WELSH GUARDS.
ENLISTMENT ON NORMAL ENGAGEMENT OR FOR THE DURATION OF THE WAR.
It was the phrase MEN REGISTERED TO BE CALLED UP UNDER NATIONAL SERVICE, BUT NOT ALREADY CALLED that had caught her eye. William’s cousin Eddie had written home about his life in the Guards, not exactly in glowing terms, but with an obvious pride in his successful completion of an arduous training course that had equipped him to do a dangerous, necessary and vital job in France. She’d seen the look in William’s eye as he’d passed Eddie’s letters around the café. He and Eddie were close, and good friends of both her brothers, and joining the Guards was probably the only way the boys would be able to guarantee that they’d be allowed to serve together.
‘Well seeing as how I’ve got to go some time soon anyway -’
‘You’ve joined up, haven’t you?’ she broke in, unable to bear the suspense a moment longer.
‘We decided it would be better to join the Welsh Guards together than wait until they called us and run the risk of being split up and sent God knows where among the English.’
Her mouth went dry. The darkness that swirled around her was suddenly tinged with red. None of her suspicions had prepared her for this terrible certainty.
‘You did it today? Not just you, but Tony and Angelo as well?’ Resentment boiled inside her, not just over William’s defection, but Tony’s and Angelo’s. Just who did they think was going to run the cafés now?
‘Yes,’ he answered quietly,
‘That’s why you all went out together this morning?’
He bent his head and kissed her forehead. Because of the darkness she couldn’t tell whether he’d meant to kiss her there, or on her lips. ‘It makes sense, love.’
‘No it doesn’t. It doesn’t make sense for any of you to go.’
‘It’s not as though we want to …’
‘Oh yes, you do,’ she contradicted bitterly. ‘You might say you don’t, but just look at the lot of you! You haven’t a brain between you! You can’t even wait for them to come and get you, you have to volunteer. What do you think war is? A picnic in France with continental girls fawning all over you? Soldiers get shot. They die!’
‘I know what war is. My father got killed in the last one, remember?’
‘Then you’ve less reason to go than anyone. Your family has paid the price once; don’t break your mother’s heart a second time. Please, Will, stay and work in the pit,’ she begged, refusing to accept that it was already too late for him to change his mind. ‘They’ll win this war whether you go or not.’
‘None of us are stupid enough to believe that we’re important in the scheme of things, but we’ve no choice. Can’t you see that? All of us are going to be called up – this month – next month – it’s only a matter of time. And as we’ve got to go, we prefer to go together.’
‘So it’s better to get killed in crowds? Is that what you’re saying?’
‘No, but having a mate around can make a difference. My father joined up with half the men from the Graig. When he died Bob Roberts from Danygraig Street was with him.’
‘And you want Eddie, Tony and Angelo to hold your hand when you get killed?’
‘I’ve no intention of getting killed.’
‘I bet every soldier who’s ever marched away has said that.’
‘Eddie says the biggest danger in France is being hit on the head by a leaflet dropped from a German plane. As soon as we’ve done our training we’ll be sent to join him, and just the threat of a trained force stationed across the German border will be enough to make Hitler back down. You’ll see.’ He’d read a similar sentiment in a newspaper, and although he didn’t really believe it, he repeated it in the hope that it would deflect Tina’s anger. He loved her, but he was very wary of her one and only shortcoming – the infamous and explosive Ronconi temper.
