remember going up and down like a yoâyo in that old lift â but I thought theyâd done away with it too.â
âSecond time someoneâs broken into Lilianâs place,â I said. âMaybe old man Ridetskiâs come home.â
âCould be,â he agreed, âbut why pick on Miss Porterhouse?â He said it to Mollie Ann Fruits, and she, in a voice that came from deep inside said, âItâs only the beginning â mark my words!â
Outside in the sunshine Emlyn said, âWe are going to give MT a lift? The Jazz Band.â
âWithout me,â I said promptly.
âI want us all in whites. Black bow tie. Dark specs. The wagonâs fixed. Mash on drums. Sid Batesâll be on piano â Iâve fixed that as well. You on banjo.â
âLook, Iâve no strings on the fucking banjo,â I said.
âAll the fucking better for that,â he went on smoothly. âI knew I could rely on you!â
MTâs carnival and sports day were fixed for the Friday, and in spite of forecasts of depressions on the way, the days leading up to it blazed, each one hotter than the last.
âOh â this old heat wave,â Laura complained, âmakes all them books sweat in the shop.â But the whole town came out to rejoice in it, fan itself, and take the air and crowd the pubs. Talk of murders and inquests and funerals went by the board. Heat and sunshineâs deaths and dying antidote.
I took Ceri out each day and to hell with working on the boat. The town council had officially boycotted the carnival and sports day, she told me. They had even tried, and failed, to secure a police ban on the procession because of the grave happenings in the town. The heat and the sunshine had met a barrier at the walls of the Council Chamber. To hell with grave happenings too, I thought. There was Ceri running out of the sea, Ceri smiling in the sun, Ceriâs voice in my head. I would have to work on keeping her away from David Garston who was sniffing around. It was she who told me that David had failed his exams. It was Amos Ellyott who told me that the police interviewed David every day, and were not happy with his story. But that wasnât why Mash thumped him in the saloon bar of the Kingâs Arms. No one knew why he did it. David walked in. Mash threw a punch at him. And afterwards he couldnât remember doing it.
The depression arrived the morning of MTâs carnival. A boisterous wind sprang up from the estuary with havoc in mind, a startling dip in temperature, grey clouds obscuring the sun. It made the parade that was assembling in the yard of the Royal Hotel look even thinner that it was.
âOnly three entries in the decorated bicycle class,â MT said, âbut never mind, never mind. It will look fine once we string along.â He had decided to stick to the original route in spite of warnings about the wind on the promenade. The newer part of town first, then the old, up to the High Street and back to the Royal. âLook at the children,â he cried out. âArenât they marvellous?â
There were four shivering fairies, one with a broken wand; two little girls in Welsh costume who kept chasing their hats and three little boys dressed as ghosts. Numerous soldiers with sooty faces, twenty or more of whom it was difficult to say exactly what they were, and a little girl named Sian Thomas, not in fancy dress at all, who said she was the atomic bomb. Among the adults were John James as Mae West. Emlyn could remember him as Mae West in 1935, and at every subsequent carnival.
âA noble effort all round,â MT declared. âNow â into line everybody.â
Only three floats had assembled, two of them horse drawn because of the petrol rationing. On one of these were the Womenâs Institute as âThe Merry Wives of Windsorâ, crinolines billowing, wigs, and flower baskets. The other was a small
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