collect him. He hasnât got any money. Potter said to stay where he was.â
âOh, my God,â said Vi. âWhatâs he doing there? Heâs meant to be in the country.â
âHe told Potter he didnât like it so he ran away.â
âThe littleââ exclaimed Vi. âIâll go and collect him, I suppose.â
She and Sally set off for Kingâs Cross. Some months before Jack Simcox had been evacuated to Lancaster with a small suitcase and a label bearing his name and address strung round his neck. Large numbers of London children had been sent away to be safe from the air-raids. However, it was not unusual for their parents to bring them back. Few, though, took the law into their own hands, as Jack apparently had, and returned alone.
On the bus, Vi exclaimed, âSilly little fool. Whatâs he think heâs coming back to? A house with all the windows boarded up. No gas. Spending all night in a tube stationwell, these days Ted and me go into the Phillpotsâ air-raid shelter up the road, but itâs horrible. You sit up all night because thereâs no room to lie down. You have to run down the garden to the outside lav through the middle of a raid if you need to go. The baby cries. Jack was all right up north. He was living with a vicar, in a vicarage, for Godâs sake. He had fresh milk, eggs, meat. My God, what wouldnât I do for a good breakfast, with bacon and eggs and a bit of sausage? Now how am I going to manage? Even my granâs disappeared â gone up to Scotland to plonk herself on an old admirer. Jackâll have to go back, if theyâll still have him.â
âThe vicarâs probably a bastard,â observed Sally, lighting a cigarette.
They found nine-year-old Jack on a seat in the busy station. He was talking to a soldier with a kit-bag at his feet. Jack had his gas mask with him and nothing else. His first words were âI didnât like it there. Donât send me back.â
The soldier said to Vi, âIt doesnât sound any good there, miss, if youâll pardon me putting my oar in.â
âOh, I donât know,â said Vi. âLetâs get you home first, whatâs left of it.â
âDid we get bombed?â Jack asked keenly.
âYes â werenât we lucky?â
âPart of it was that he was worrying about you, see,â the soldier explained helpfully. âHe kept on thinking you and his brother were dead and no one was telling him.â
âAll right, Jack,â said Vi. âStay here and live on grey bread and marge and spend all night in a shelter with the rest of us â I donât care.â
âThanks, Vi,â Jack said, in heartfelt tones.
Over tea and a bun in the station café he told her, âMrs Rathbone, the vicarâs wife, kept shaking me. I thought my head would drop off.â
âWhat had you done?â Vi asked suspiciously.
âChased a few hens,â he told her. âThey werenât hurt. She had no call to slam me up against a wall. I think sheâs potty.â
âIâll write a nasty letter to the billeting officer,â Vi promised. âBut what am I going to do with you? Your granâs gone. Youâll have to go round to the Phillpots while Iâm at the club. I canât leave you alone in the middle of air-raids. I canât even trust you not to disappear now youâve apparently got the knack of taking long train journeys by yourself. Lancaster to London! You know our mum never left the East End in all her life â never even went up West once. Never went further than Aldgate.â Vi made this sound like proof of virtue and respectability.
âIâll take your turn tonight,â Sally volunteered.
Chapter 22
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