blue-rimmed white enamel bowl ready to peel the potatoes for tea-time.
âYeah. Sheâs turned up all right.â
âThank Gawd for that.â Ginny bent down and took a string bag full of potatoes and some old newspapers from under the sink, and carried them and the basin of water over to the table. âYou know, Nellie, I reckon it broke Violetâs heart having to send them kids away. When she went amongst the missing last week, I really thought, thatâs it, sheâs gone off her head, sheâs had it away âcos she canât stand it no more.â
Nellie folded her arms triumphantly across her aproned bosom. This was going to shock the dopey little madam. âIf you must know, you was right. She did go off her head.â
âHow dâyou mean?â Ginny let a long thin curl of peel drop on to the paper she had spread out on the table.
âThe stupid tartâs gone and topped herself.â
âSheâs
what
?â The knife and the half-peeled potato fell from Ginnyâs hands into the bowl with a messy splash.
Nellie stared critically at the spilt water. âLeft this really miserable note, didnât she? Her Bert found it propped up on the front room mantelpiece. Went screaming along the street to Bobby and Martha at the Prince Albert, just like a man possessed. Iâm surprised Pearl never mentioned it to you. She must have heard him. And what with you two being so
friendly
.â
She said the last word as though it were a nasty, contagious affliction that might infect the incautious at any moment.
Ginny could only stare, as Nellie paused to search the pockets of her cross-over apron for her Woodbines. Having found them, she stuck one in the corner of her mouth, lit it and tossed the spent match carelessly into the hearth.
Picking a stray strand of tobacco from her lip, Nellie continued as casually as if she had been discussing nothing more interesting than the price of cod. âThat kettleâs boiling,â she said with a lift of her chin. She made no attempt to get up.
Automatically, Ginny went over and switched off the gas. She twisted round to face Nellie with a puzzled frown. âLook, Nellie, am I missing something here? You did say Bert, didnât you? Bert Varney? How could Bert find the note? Heâs dead.â
âNo he ainât. Itâs Violet whatâs dead. Mind you, when he finds out Violet was on the sodding game, I bet heâll wish he was a goner.â Nellie screwed up her nose and shuddered with revulsion. âAnd wait till he finds out about her getting a dose . . . What a show-up! A right win double!â
Ginny dropped down on to her chair and rubbed her hands over her face, trying to make sense of it all. âI know I must sound stupid, Nell, but start again, will you? Youâre saying Violetâs dead, but Bert Varney ainât?â
âBlimey, you got cloth ears or something?â She puffed irritably on her cigarette.
âYes,
Violetâs Uncle Ned. And
no,
Bert ainât. Got it? It was all a mistake. He was in a camp, wasnât he. In Japan or somewhere.â
Ginny could hardly take it in. âBut that Japan business was all over more than six months ago. How could heââ
Nellie threw up her hands in exasperation. âI
know,
but he was sick or something, wasnât he. Got transferred to some hospital. With some nuns . . .â
âHow dâyou mean?â
Nellie shrugged nonchalantly. âI dunno, do I. He had this fever thing. Didnât know his arse from his elbow, let alone who he was, or what his name was. But when he got better they sent him home.â She shook her head contemptuously. âBet they were glad to get rid of him, with all his moaning. You know what heâs like.â
âSo how didââ
âAnd
then
,â she continued, not best pleased at being interrupted â conversations were always
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