fearful whenever she heard reports of the air raids in England.
Then, without warning, the two of them had turned up on a weekâs leave, and confessed that it was embarkation leave.
âWhere are they sending you?â she demanded.
âWe donât know,â Patrick said. âIt could be anywhere: Italy, Egypt â who knows?â
âBut if we did know we wouldnât tell you,â Colum said. âItâs not allowed.â
âWherever it is, weâll get a bit of money to you,â Patrick assured her. âThere are ways of doing it.â
Quite suddenly she had made up her mind that she wouldnât take it.
âIâm grateful,â she said. âBut I can manage. Save all you can, then youâll have money to set yourselves up when the warâs over.â Sheâd been adamant, and theyâd given in.
She knew by now that theyâd been sent to Burma, to the Fourteenth Army; âthe Forgotten Armyâ, they called it. But not forgotten by me, she thought. Never by me. She gathered and treasured every piece of news, little though there was.
Every so often a thin, blue airmail letter would arrive. Sometimes, after an interval, two came together. The letters were always signed by both of them and they told her little, but at least she knew they were alive. She read each letter a dozen times, then added it to the ones from Kieran in her treasure box. She wrote to the twins, and to Kieran, every week, and to Kathleen once a fortnight.
Breda was not keen to take the message to Miss Glenda. According to Moira she was a dragon.
âCanât Moira write a note, Mammy, and Iâll push it through the letter box?â she asked.
âIâm not writing any note,â Moira said.
âIn any case, an apology is best made face to face,â Molly said.
âWell then, isnât it Moiraâs face should be making it?â Breda objected. âItâs pot my fault!â
âI know that, Breda. Just be a good girl and do it. And donât forget to ask her if thereâs anything you can do to help.â
âBut donât expect her to pay you for it,â Moira put in. âSheâs too mean to draw breath!â
Breda hesitated outside the hairdresserâs shop, then pushed the door open and went in. She was met by a cloud of warm air, heavily scented with the cheap perfume of shampoos and setting lotions. How lovely, she thought, breathing deeply. Miss Glenda kept her waiting while she tied up her client in a pink hairnet and put her under the dryer, then she turned to her.
âIâve come about Moira,â Breda said quickly. âSheâs sorry, she canât come back today. Sheâs . . . indisposed.â
âIndisposed, is it?â Miss Glenda said angrily. âMay I ask in what way she is indisposed?â
Breda searched her mind for the answer. âI think sheâs emotionally indisposed,â she said.
Miss Glenda stared at her. â Emotionally indisposed ? And what might that mean?â
âSheâs upset,â Breda said.
âUpset! And what about me? Isnât every bit of the work to fall on me? Why wouldnât I be upset? Tell me that!â
âMammy said I should ask you would you be wanting me to lend a hand?â
Breda made the offer reluctantly and was much relieved when it was refused.
âYou can tell your sister she had better be here at eight oâclock in the morning or âtwill be the worse for her!â Miss Glenda threatened.
Walking back, Breda met Moira on her way to post the letter to Barry Devlin.
âYou should put âSWALKâ on the back of the envelope,â Breda said. âIt means âsealed With a loving kissâ.â
âI know what it means,â Moira said. âItâs childish! Arenât I a grown woman?â
She had composed a letter she felt would move a heart of stone, one which Barry
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