Chapter 39: William Booth

Ashford, evening: Sunday, September 28th

‘Think that’s the lot, sweetheart.’ William swung Tim up into his arms and gathered him into a hug with Susan. ‘I’ll be back around seven to put this young man to bed and get settled in.’

He stopped, seeing the apprehensive expression on her face and put the little boy down. They watched him climb onto the settee with two of his lead soldiers, tapping them on the cushions in a make-believe march.

‘You are sure about this, Susan? I mean, it’s not too late to go back to how we were.’

‘No, it’s absolutely fine.’

He tipped his head to one side. ‘Fine?’ he questioned, grinning.

‘Okay, wonderful then. I’ve written to Charlie at his mother’s and told him it’s over for good. I’ve been telling him for the last twelve months, he just wouldn’t listen. At least he’s not been near the house this leave, not even to see…’ she motioned her head towards her son. ‘So perhaps he’s finally got the message after—’

‘He got handy with his fists. I remember.’ William clenched his own at the memory. ‘You should have sent for me. Let me come round. I mean, he’d have got the message quicker then.’

‘I don’t want him, you, either of you, hurt. You know I don’t like violence around Tim.’

‘Yes, of course. Sorry, sweetheart. It just makes me mad.’

‘I know. Now,’ Susan gave him a wide smile and picked up her son, ‘you’d better go home and break the news to your mum and dad.’

‘You mean go to Henshaw Street and tell them.’ William grinned again. ‘This is my home now, isn’t it, young man?’ He tickled Tim. The little boy squealed and leant away from his mother to give William a tight hug around his neck.

‘Good grief, that’s a squeeze and a half you’ve got there, little un,’ William laughed. His face grew serious as he turned to Susan. ‘I’ll be back in an hour.’

‘Good luck.’

‘I don’t need luck. I’m my own man, haven’t you learned that yet?’ He put his thumb up to Tim. ‘See you soon.’

‘Soon.’ The little boy put both thumbs up.

Outside William sat astride his bike and looked at the small terrace where his future lay. He wouldn’t let any harm come to the woman and child who lived there. His jaw tensed at the memory of the battering she’d taken. The only time he felt he’d let them down.