heâs done to you?â Again Maurice was the one to give vent to a common feeling. âThis is the one what left you in the cart, remember? Not so much as a by-your-leave, according to Jess here.â He recalled the details of Annieâs story; how Wiggin had taken off during one of his regular trips to sea. Heâd told Annie heâd be away for two or three weeks. Weeks turned into months and months into years, and not a penny, not a word did he send. She wore out his old boots, tramping up and down the court, scrimping and saving to get by, building up a life for herself by running her haberdashery stall on Duke Street market. Sheâd been abandoned, but she refused to let it beat her. Only after years of silent struggle did she give Wiggin up for dead and set her sights on the widowed landlord at the Duke. When Duke had eventually proposed marriage, Annie had her runaway husband officially declared missing at sea, presumed dead; only to having him turn up again now, doing his Ancient Mariner act.
Now Annie felt it was her turn to speak. She touched Dukeâs hand. âIt ainât that simple, Maurice. Yes, he left me in the lurch, I donât say he didnât. But it depends how you look at things. According to the law, and Duke and I have talked this one through, Willie and me is still married.â
Sadie looked at Frances in alarm. Rob stood up and movedrestlessly round to the back of the group, out of his fatherâs gaze. The others stared wide-eyed or frowned at their own feet.
âBut according to Ett, he donât even know who you are!â Frances intervened. âHow can you still consider yourself married to him?â
Annie ploughed on. âItâs not me. Itâs the law, Frances. Ask Billy, heâll tell you the same thing as me. Anyhow, I ainât that hard-hearted. I gotta find the poor bloke a roof over his head, whatever he done. You all see that, donât you?â She pleaded for their understanding. âDuke seen it straight off!â
Jess came up and took Mo gently from her, stooping to kiss her cheek. âPoor Annie,â she said. She carried the boy back to her own chair.
âThanks, Jess.â Annie sniffed into her handkerchief. âAnd your pa has told me he wonât hold me to vows that ainât legal no more. He says I can go.â Her voice trembled, her hands shook, a solitary figure in her big fireside chair.
âNot to Wiggin!â Sadieâs outrage broke through.
Ernie heard Annieâs last words with dawning dread. Slowly the picture of how things might change formed inside his head. He wandered out on to the landing and sat at the head of the stairs, frowning at the wall.
Annie shook her head. âNo, I ainât never going back with him. Thereâs no law says I have to be his wife again, as far as I know; only the one saying I canât be your paâs no more.â
âMoreâs the pity.â Frances looked up at Billy. She knew what Annie and Duke must have gone through to reach this decision.
âPity is right,â Annie said. âAnyhow, the plan is, Iâll move my bits and pieces out of here this evening, back down the court to my old house.â She moved swiftly on. âIâll need a hand from you, Rob, to carry my trunk in your cab. And Iâll need plenty of elbow grease to get the old place shipshape again. Whereâs Ernie? Grace, sweetheart, you run and find him and ask if heâll sort out the rats in the cellar like he used to.â
Her enforced cheerfulness drove Hettie to tears. Sheâd prayed all morning in church for this not to happen; Annie having to moveout, down to her dusty, deserted house in the corner of Paradise Court.
âDonât take on, Ett. Ainât nobody died yet, is there?â Annie couldnât bear it if good, strong Hettie broke down. She spotted Ernie drift back into the room, gazing uncertainly from her to his
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