‘Mammy?’ Bobby repeated, looking confused, as Gloria got up from her chair and picked up the pretty, dark-haired little girl.
‘Yes,’ Gloria said, ‘that’s right … I’m Hope’s mammy.’
She hitched Hope into a comfortable position on her hip.
‘I’m so sorry, Bobby, I should have told you sooner.’
Bobby shook his head in disbelief; he didn’t say anything, just sat glued to his seat at the dining table.
‘And I’m Hope’s father.’ Jack stepped forward and put his hand on Gloria’s shoulder.
Bobby looked to Dorothy as though for confirmation. She nodded.
There was a moment’s silence before Gloria sat down, Hope still clinging to her like a little monkey. Dorothy got up and tried to take her, but Hope shook her head vehemently and buried her head in her mammy’s bosom.
As Dorothy returned to her seat, Gloria started to speak, her voice low and even, relating to her son how, shortly after starting work at Thompson’s, she had met Jack, who was working as the yard manager. They had started a relationship and not long afterwards she had unexpectedly fallen with Hope.
Bobby did not speak a word or interrupt as his mam told him that her marriage to Vinnie had been a long time dead, something, she said, both he and Gordon had probably realised when they were still at home. It had taken a while, but she had finally made it official and divorced him shortly before he was sent overseas. Gloria kept the events of the past three years as brief and to the point as possible. She omitted to mention any of the terrible violence that Vinnie had subjected her to, not wanting to sound as though she was making excuses for what had happened.
‘All I can say, Bobby, is that I’m so, so sorry that I didn’t tell you and Gordon beforehand – and that you’ve had to find out like this.’ She attempted a smile but gave up on seeing her son’s stony demeanour. ‘I know I should have come clean a long time ago, but I just kept putting it off and putting it off – and then time went on ’n it got harder ’n harder … I guess I just didn’t know how to tell you … I wanted it to be face to face—’
‘Glor was just about to write you a letter,’ Dorothy interjected.
Bobby turned and looked at Dorothy. He didn’t say anything, but instead got up and started pacing up and down the living room.
‘OK, just so I’ve got this right,’ he said, his eyes darting from his mam, who was holding Hope – his sister – to Jack, his mam’s married, live-in-lover.
‘You started work at Thompson’s – ’ he exhaled ‘ – when you were still married to our dad.’ A deep breath. ‘And within a few months you’d started seeing the yard manager.’ He cocked his head over at Jack, who was standing behind Gloria, his hands resting protectively on her shoulders. Jack’s eyes were glued to Bobby, ready to react if he looked as though he was going to lose it. There was a good chance. He was his father’s son, after all.
‘A man who was also still married,’ Bobby continued, glaring at Jack. ‘And a few months later you were – ’ he looked at Hope ‘ – in the family way.’ Bobby was struggling not to raise his voice, something he didn’t want to do, not with a little one about. ‘And it’s now been more than three years and you never thought to tell Gordon and me during all that time?’ Bobby stopped pacing and was now standing, arms akimbo, in the middle of the living room. He shook his head. ‘You never even thought to tell us that you’d left Dad – never mind divorced him?’
Gloria opened her mouth, but nothing came out. There was another long silence.
Suddenly, Bobby felt as though the walls of the small flat were closing in on him.
‘Sorry, Mam, but I’m gonna have to go. I need some time to let all this sink in.’ He went to the doorway where he had dumped his coat and pulled it on.
‘But where yer gonna stay?’ Gloria fretted, standing up and handing Hope over to Jack. ‘You’ve just got back. Stay here. Let’s talk this through.’
Bobby shook his head, shot Jack another dark look and turned to leave. Grabbing his duffel bag, he opened the door and left the flat.
Dorothy looked at the table and seeing that Bobby had left his white peaked sailor’s cap, she grabbed it and went after him.
When Dorothy reached the top of the stone steps that led to the Borough Road, she immediately caught sight of Bobby, his broad physique and the square shoulders of his sailor’s coat just about visible in the dark of the blackout.
‘Hey, Bobby, you forgot your cap!’ she shouted out.
She saw him turn on hearing her voice and she hurried towards him. When she reached him, she was suddenly aware of how tall he was. He had seemed tall in the flat, but she’d put that down to the room’s low ceiling as well as to Gloria being quite short, but now she was standing next to him, she realised he must have been nearly six foot.
‘Thanks.’ His voice was deep, serious and surly. He took his cap and put it on.
‘Where’re you going to go?’ Dorothy asked. It was getting late and she doubted he had much money to waste on a hotel.
‘Hostel … Sally Army,’ he said, looking down at Dorothy’s flushed, attractive face.
Dorothy could feel the intensity of his stare.
‘I know somewhere that’ll have you,’ she said, looking down at her wristwatch, more to avoid his stare than to see what time it was. ‘Hopefully, it won’t be too late.’
She started walking.
‘Follow me,’ she ordered, still not looking him in the eye.
Bobby did as he was told, keeping to her left as they crossed the Borough Road and walked past the Burton House Hotel pub. Two middle-aged men still wearing work overalls and flat caps bundled out the entrance, bringing with them the smell of smoke and beer. A brief snatch of sound escaped. Laughter and loud chatter. The place sounded lively.
‘I know it’s not really any of my business,’ Dorothy said, looking up at Bobby’s profile as they turned right into Tatham Street, ‘but I really don’t think you should be mad with your mam.’
‘You’re right,’ Bobby said, glancing down and catching Dorothy’s eye. ‘It’s not really any of your business.’
Dorothy stopped in her tracks and glowered at him. She wanted to tell him that, actually, it was her business. Gloria was more than a workmate. She was more like a mother to her than her own. She wanted to tell him that she loved and cared for Gloria. She’d even helped deliver her baby, for God’s sake. Dorothy wanted to tell him all this and more, but she didn’t.
Looking down at this angry, ravishing vision in red, Bobby suddenly realised Dorothy had nothing to keep her warm. He shrugged off his heavy three-quarter-length jacket and held it out.
‘Here, put this on. It’s cold,’ he commanded.
Dorothy tutted. ‘I’m fine. We’re nearly there.’ She forced herself to look him in the eye. ‘I just think you should know that your mam’s been through a tough time.’ She started walking. ‘There’s a lot you don’t know.’
Bobby swung his coat over his shoulder and watched Dorothy for a moment as she stomped ahead in her high-heeled shoes.
‘Clearly,’ Bobby said, striding to catch her up.
When they reached 34 Tatham Street, Dorothy knocked on the front door, which was, as usual, slightly ajar. Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. The door only got bolted when everyone had gone to bed.
‘Cooee!’ she called out through the gap, being careful not to make too much noise. She guessed the babies would be in bed at this time and she would be everyone’s least favourite person if she woke them.
‘It’s only me, Dorothy,’ she said in a low, sing-song voice.
Seconds later she heard steps on the tiled hallway and the door was pulled wide open.
‘Dorothy! Why, this is a surprise.’ Agnes looked up at the sailor standing next to her. He took off his cap and dipped his head by way of a greeting.
‘Come in. Come in,’ Agnes commanded.
Dorothy was glad Agnes hadn’t asked her to explain why she’d turned up on her doorstep, togged up to the nines on a Friday night, with a sailor boy by her side.
‘I’m so sorry to come so late,’ she said, stepping over the threshold and following Agnes down the hallway. Sensing no one behind her, she looked back to see Bobby was still standing on the doorstep.
‘Come on!’ She waved her arm impatiently.
Walking into the kitchen, Dorothy was glad there was no one else about, just Tramp and Pup who were curled up by the range. She looked at the clock. It had gone half nine.
‘Everyone in bed?’ she asked as Bobby appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Agnes chuckled, disappearing into the scullery and reappearing with a pot of tea. ‘That’s what having children does to yer.’
‘I’ve never known the house so quiet,’ Dorothy said, keeping her voice low.
‘Best time of the day,’ Agnes said, putting the pot of tea on the kitchen table and waving her arm towards the chairs. ‘Sit down.’ She looked up at Bobby. ‘You’re too tall to be standing about. I need to be able to see your face.’
Bobby smiled as he hung his coat on the back of the chair and he and Dorothy sat down next to each other.
‘Agnes, this is Bobby – Gloria’s son.’ Dorothy turned to Bobby, who immediately stuck out his hand.
‘Well I never.’ Agnes’s face broke into a genuine smile. ‘Gloria’s son.’ She shook his hand. ‘This is a surprise. I’m Agnes, pet. Agnes Elliot. I’m a friend of yer mam’s.’
Bobby nodded and smiled. ‘Mam’s mentioned you in her letters.’
Agnes poured their tea. ‘I’m guessing yer ma got a bit of a shock, you just turning up?’
‘You can say that again,’ Dorothy answered for Bobby. She raised her eyebrows at Agnes and took a sip of her tea. ‘Which is why we’re here. It’s a little bit crowded in Gloria’s flat and I remembered Polly saying that you might be looking to rent out the top room.’
‘I am indeed,’ Agnes said.
‘You can have the money upfront,’ Bobby said, pulling open his duffel bag in search of his wallet.
‘Oh, don’t be bothering with that tonight, hinny,’ Agnes said. ‘Besides, you might be doing a midnight flit when you hear the twins start up in the early hours.’
Bobby smiled. ‘There’s not a lot stops me sleeping.’
Agnes asked Bobby a few polite questions about his life in the navy, the war in general, his brother Gordon and the reason for his medical discharge. It didn’t take long for her to get a take on Gloria’s lad and she was pleased to see he clearly took after his mam and not his dad. He would fit in with the rest of the household.
Sensing that Agnes felt happy with her new lodger, Dorothy finished off her tea. ‘Well, I better get myself off.’ She stood up. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’
‘Where’re you going?’ Bobby asked, as he too stood up.
Dorothy laughed but still found she couldn’t look him in the eye. ‘I’m going back to tell Gloria that her son, who has just disappeared out of her life as quickly as he reappeared, is now lodging with Agnes, so there’s no reason to worry, as mothers are wont to do when their sons go off in a strop.’
‘I’ll walk you back there,’ he said, ignoring the jibe and grabbing his cap.
‘Don’t be daft, I’ll be fine,’ Dorothy said, waving her hand to show her dismissal of Bobby’s offer.
‘No,’ Bobby said. ‘I’m walking you back there. It’s dark and it’s late.’
Dorothy huffed. ‘Women are emancipated now, Bobby. We can look after ourselves. We work, we weld, we earn our own money. Times are changing.’
Bobby made a puzzled expression and touched his left ear. ‘Didn’t catch a word. Deaf as a post on that side.’
Dorothy rolled her eyes.
Bobby looked at Agnes. ‘I won’t be long.’
Putting on his cap, he stuck out his arm to show that Dorothy was to go first.
Agnes heard Dorothy repeating her diatribe word for word as she walked down the corridor and out of the house.
‘And don’t pull that I’m deaf as a post one on me,’ she said as they stepped out onto Tatham Street.
Agnes saw that Bobby manoeuvred around Dorothy so that he was on her right side, next to the road. She couldn’t help but watch them as they walked up the street – Dorothy in her painted-on red dress and Bobby in his smart navy uniform, his thick woollen coat flung over his shoulder. She heard Dorothy say something about Emmeline Pankhurst and didn’t he know about the suffragettes?, then Bobby, bending his head, saying ‘Pardon?’
As they moved off into the darkness, she heard Dorothy let out a half-strangled sound of pure exasperation. Agnes wandered back into the house with a smile on her face.
It was a true saying: you never knew what was just around the corner.