No. 5 were, and her pity for her unwelcome guest was tempered by her disgust at the sheer smell of her â at present, her nice clean living room had the strong odour of humanity, which her shop sometimes had on abusy day. She could endure that stench outside the lace-curtained door, but not in her home.
âHow are you feeling now?â she asked Martha.
Martha did not know whether to laugh or to cry. Despite her best efforts, the tears began to run down her face once more. She had not been so beautifully warm for months, and the pain in her stomach had been assuaged; yet she still had no breakfast or lunch for Patrick and the children.
She sniffed and swallowed hard. âIâm feeling steady now, Annie. Youâve been so kind.â She stood up and immediately felt woozy again.
She grinned at Annie. âOh!â she exclaimed. âIâm wobbly â feel as if Iâve had too much to drink!â
What am I going to do? she wondered desperately. I canât ask these people to let me have bread on tick, after theyâve been so good. Maybe, if I walked round to see Maria, sheâd give me a loaf.
Not likely, she decided. I told her weeks ago in my stupid temper to go to blazes. Tonight, sheâll be all packed up ready to move to Norris Green first thing tomorrow morning. I should have gone to see her about her eviction and made it up with her, and now itâs really too late. And, Jaysus, Iâm so tired.
She sighed, and her shoulders sagged. Sisters were a quarrelsome lot at best.
Annie made a determined effort to be hospitable once more. âSit down again and rest for a few minutes. Thereâs no hurry; weâre not that busy in the shop. And Iâll get our Ted to walk you back home.â
Martha sat down rather quickly, because she had no option. For the moment, she realised, she could not walk home.
Ted, who had been relieved from his shop duties by the return of his father to the counter, was again struggling with his geography homework. He was partly trying to remember the tributaries of the Mersey River and partly listening to the two women.
When his mother committed him to escort duty, he muttered âBlast!â and chewed his pen savagely. The last thing he wanted to do was to walk a dark and, to him, rather threatening street with a woman from the courts. Though he knew Marthaâs Tommy, he did not play with him â Tommy was a Catholic.
Both the OâReillys had been born in the district. His parentsâ attitude, however, was that they were socially far above court people, except when dealing with them as customers. This petty snobbery had rubbed off onto their only child, making him, occasionally, even more vulnerable to attack bythe Roman Catholic urchins round him. He was scholarship material, his father would tell him; they hoped he would win one to a grammar school and do really well for himself; his teacher said he could. Perhaps he could hope to be a teacher himself, one day.
So Ted was sometimes a little hard-pressed to find enough boys to put together a game of footer or cricket in the side street onto which the living-room window looked, and he was prone to being bullied.
âYou donât have to bother Ted, Annie. Iâll be all right in a few minutes.â
âAre you sure?â
Martha fought back her tears. âOh, aye,â she said.
Ted sighed with relief, and wondered if the LeedsâLiverpool Canal counted as a tributary.
ELEVEN
âYou Canât Do Nothing about Consumptionâ
January 1938
Martha sat for a few minutes more in front of the OâReillysâ fire, and talked desultorily with Annie. She mentioned the likelihood of the removal of the wall which shielded her court from the main road.
âAye, I heard that,â replied Annie, as she straightened up after adding some pieces of coal to the fire with a pair of tongs. âItâll give you more fresh air.â
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