‘I know where Will is.’ Alice slid a newspaper over to Becky. ‘He’s in Sicily. It looks as if the Allies have got their sights on Italy first.’
Becky was silent while she read her brother’s report, then she looked up. ‘Wonder if he’s on the newsreels?’
‘Shall we go to the pictures tonight and see?’
‘I’d like to, but I’m on duty.’
‘Shame, but never mind. I’ll probably go on my own. I haven’t seen much of you over the last few weeks.’
‘I know, I’m sorry, but they’ve kept me very busy. I’ve been out on the road nearly every day, and I don’t know what happened to June and July.’
‘Mind if I join you?’
‘Not at all, Pete.’ Becky gave him a suspicious look. ‘I hope you haven’t come to collect me? This is the first break I’ve managed in over four hours.’
He put his mug of tea on the table and sat down. ‘I’ve just heard something interesting and thought you might like to know.’
Becky sighed. ‘Not more rumours about me and a certain officer.’
‘Hmm.’ He grinned at her exasperation. ‘The story going round now is that you knew the brigadier before you joined up. Is that true?’
‘Yes.’ David was certainly doing his best to stop some of the speculation about them, but she wasn’t sure it was working. This was really becoming quite a nuisance.
‘If I’d known that, Becky, I would have put those two girls in their place before now.’
‘Would it have made any difference?’ She pulled a face. Her parents had brought her up with the rule that if you couldn’t say something nice about a person, then don’t say anything. She did try to abide by that, but it was difficult at times.
‘It would have shown why you were so worried when he was missing, and why you visit his family whenever you can. Anyway, I ticked off those girls, so they might shut up now. Thought you’d like to know.’ Pete stood up. ‘Saw that piece by your brother today. He’s good, isn’t he?’
‘Good?’ Alice glared at Pete. ‘He’s brilliant!’
‘Sorry, bad choice of words. He’s brilliant, and so are you two girls. I’m going to miss you.’
‘Where are you going?’ they both asked together.
‘Shipping out next week. Secret destination, of course.’ He winked at them. ‘But if I see Will I’ll give him your love, shall I?’
‘Don’t drink too much wine.’ Becky clasped his hand for a moment, sad he was leaving, because he’d been a staunch friend to her. ‘You take care.’
‘I will.’ He lowered his voice. ‘I hear there’s a certain brigadier coming along, and our first stop will be Rome. I’ll expect letters from both of you.’
After promising him they would write, they watched him walk away.
‘Here we go again!’ Becky ran her hands through her thick dark hair. ‘It’s so hard being left behind all the time. This war has more ups and downs than a fairground ride. We just start to relax a little, and then we’re back to worrying where our friends and family are, and what dangers they’re facing.’
‘And it’s going to get worse,’ Alice said. ‘This country is filling up with troops and equipment. When the big push starts, everything and everyone we have will be thrown at the enemy. But before that it looks as if they want to drive the Germans out of Italy. That won’t be easy.’
‘I don’t believe it will.’ Becky stood up. ‘But this is what we signed up for, and at least we’re on the offensive now. I can’t remember the whole speech, but what was it Churchill said? “It is not the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.”’
Alice fell into step beside her friend as they left the mess. ‘That’s right, but we still have a long way to go, so let’s keep smiling for the sake of the men in our lives.’
‘Absolutely.’
A pang of sadness always touched Bob when he approached the house they now lived in. How he missed their row of terraced houses! Small and cramped they might have been, but they had been home. His mother had lavished care on their small garden, but the front of this house was just paving, and his mother never bothered with it. Still, it would be lovely to see them all again. He was sorry Helen had not been able to come with him this time, but he only had forty-eight hours’ leave. He’d better make the most of it though, because goodness knows when he’d get home again.
‘Bob!’ His mother rushed out to greet him, quickly followed by his father.
‘This is a wonderful surprise. How long have you got, son?’ his father asked.
‘Only forty-eight hours.’ He placed his arm around his mother’s shoulder. ‘I’m gasping. Is the kettle on?’
‘Of course.’
They were soon settled around the kitchen table and catching up with the news, when there was a knock on the front door.
‘I’ll get it.’ Bill Adams left to see who it was.
Bob could hear Becky’s father talking to someone, but he didn’t recognise the masculine voice.
Bill returned, and one glance at the man with him sent Bob’s heart racing. ‘Are Will and Jim all right?’
The man smiled. ‘As far as I know, they’re fine. I’m not the bringer of bad news. You must be Bob. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m David Hammond.’ The brigadier held out his hand for Bob to shake.
Ah, we finally get to meet this man Becky talks so much about, Bob thought to himself as he studied him. He was a tall man who carried himself with confident ease. His gaze missed nothing, and the lines around his eyes showed he was no stranger to laughter. He was impressive.
‘Would you like tea?’ Mavis asked.
‘Thank you, Mrs Adams. I apologise for dropping in on you unannounced, but I would like a word with you and your husband.’
Bob’s father and mother were immediately on their feet, and he did the same. ‘We’ll leave you then.’
‘Perhaps you’d like to go in the front room?’ Mrs Adams suggested, slightly flustered. ‘We’ll be more comfortable.’
‘This will be fine.’ David sat down.
‘What can we do for you?’ Becky’s father asked.
‘I’ve come to deliver an invitation to have lunch with my parents next Sunday, twelve o’clock, and they hope you will be able to accept. Rebecca has talked about you often and they would like to meet you.’
‘That’s very kind.’ Mavis glanced at her husband, and when he gave a slight nod, she said, ‘We’d like that very much.’
‘Good.’ David handed them a card with the Hammonds’ address on it. ‘I also wanted to introduce myself to you as I have asked Rebecca to marry me.’
‘Oh!’ Bill frowned. ‘She hasn’t told us that.’
‘She has refused me,’ David continued, sitting back and watching their faces intently. ‘However, that was my fault. I tried to rush her into a hasty marriage, but she’s a sensible girl and would have none of it. I have no intention of giving up, but I need time, and that is something I don’t have. I’m off on another campaign, and when the invasion of France begins I shall be in the thick of it.’
‘You must find it hard to keep leaving your daughter.’ Mavis gave him an understanding smile.
‘Very difficult, and I know it upsets her when I keep disappearing for long periods at a time. I should have remarried after my wife died, but I didn’t consider it until Rebecca came into my life. My parents are approaching retirement, and I’m unhappy about leaving them with the responsibility of bringing up a young child. My mind would have been easier if Rebecca had agreed to marry me without delay, but she believes marriage between us would not work.’
‘Why?’
‘She has many reasons, Mrs Adams, and I do not agree with any of them. I came here today because I want you to know that no matter how long it takes, I do want to marry Rebecca.’
Bill and Mavis looked at each for a moment, and then Bill said, ‘We appreciate you telling us this. We have brought our daughter up to think for herself and accept the consequences of any decisions she makes, whether they are right or wrong. We trust her, and if she does eventually agree to marry you, then you have our blessing.’
‘Thank you for being so gracious. I can assure you that I mean only the best for your daughter.’
‘Becky’s told us very little about her feelings for you, and we have been concerned that an officer was taking an interest in our daughter. We are relieved to have met you at last.’
‘I understand, Mrs Adams, and that’s why I’m here. No doubt I shall be as concerned about my daughter when she’s older, and view every man who comes near her with suspicion.’
‘You will.’ Bill smiled. ‘But by talking to us so frankly, you have put our minds at ease, Brigadier.’
‘David, please.’ He stood up. ‘Would it be possible to talk to Bob, perhaps over a drink?’
‘I’m sure he’d be delighted.’ Bill left the room and returned with Bob and his parents.
‘The pubs should be open now, so would you all join me? I’d enjoy a pint before shipping out again.’
‘Good idea.’ Bob grinned at the officer. ‘I’m on my way again, too. I wonder if I’ll be your escort?’
David turned to Mavis and Sally. ‘You’ll join us as well?’
‘Oh no,’ Mavis shook her head. ‘You men go.’
After shaking hands with the two women, David left with the men and headed for the pub.
Bob was bursting with curiosity as they walked the short distance to the local pub, and he kept giving the brigadier sideways glances. Will and Becky had both talked about him, but he could see how inadequate their descriptions had been. Even Will with his mastery of words had not quite got it right. The physical description fitted, but they had failed to mention the air of authority coming from him. This man was sure of his own abilities, and Bob could imagine how determined he must have been to get out of France after Dunkirk. Failure was not something he would accept easily.
The pub was crowded, but when David made for the bar, people smiled and moved to give him room.
‘What did he want?’ Bob asked Bill quickly while he had the chance.
‘He wants Becky.’
‘And he came to ask your permission first?’
‘No.’ Bill gave a wry smile. ‘He told us. And we told him Becky would make up her own mind, and we trusted her to do the right thing. If she accepts him, then we will as well. He told us she has refused him, but he has no intention of giving up.’
Bob studied the man standing at the bar with his father. ‘No, he won’t give up, and Becky could have a fight on her hands.’
Bill gave a quiet laugh. ‘It seems strange to hear him call her Rebecca in such a well-educated accent. We’ve been invited to lunch with his parents next Sunday. I could almost hear Mavis trying to work out what she could wear. We gathered, from the way he spoke, that his family are very fond of Becky.’
‘I’m not surprised at that. She did give them her support while he was missing. But it’s not straightforward, is it? He’s got a daughter, is older than her, and is definitely upper class.’
‘The age difference is no more than between Mavis and me. And our Becky would cope in any situation,’ Bill said proudly, ‘as long as she’s got an engine to take to bits.’
They were grinning at each other when David arrived with a tray of drinks.
For the next hour or so they talked as they drank their beer. Bob was impressed with the ease with which the brigadier mixed with them and others in the pub.
By the time they saw David Hammond to his car and watched him drive away, Bob understood why Will and Becky thought highly of the man. There were no airs and graces about him, and he had a dry sense of humour.
Bob liked him.