half a pound of bramble jam on top. Iâll be putting on weight if she goes on like that.â Laughing, he patted his flat stomach, then asked, âWhat did your mother say about you coming out with me?â
âShe said it would do me good to have another lad.â
They were on the Arradoul road again, but this time, when they came to a gate into a field enclosed by a drystone dyke, George turned her in. âWeâll have a seat here for a while â nobodyâll see us.â
She sat down on the grass, somewhat uneasy, but he pulled up his legs and clasped his hands round his knees. âIâm going to write to Katie. She knows about you already, and Iâm going to tell her I want to marry you.â
âWill she not come here and fight to get your back?â
âNo, not Katie. She knows itâs all over between her and me.â
âAll right,â Lizann sighed, âif youâre sure.â She went into his arms glad that he wasnât going to tell any lies, and his kisses gradually dispelled the vague pity that she felt for his wife.
âI love you, Lizann,â he whispered against her ear. âIâll never stop loving you till the day I die.â
âAnd Iâll love you till the day I die and all, George,â she said, twisting so that their lips met once more, and she was glad that there was no fiery passion this time. It made their love seem all the purer.
As if reading her thoughts, George murmured, âWeâll wait till weâre man and wife to love each other properly again, my darling.â
Her throat constricted, she could only nod blissfully.
It was much later when George looked at his watch. âItâs well after ten. What time do you have to be home?â
âBefore this,â she gasped, struggling to her feet.
Although they went as fast as they could, it was nearly a quarter to eleven when they came in sight of the Yardie, and George left her with a breathless, âTomorrow same time?â
âAye, tomorrow.â
She was panting when she went inside, and it didnât surprise her when her mother said, âWhat kind of timeâs this to be coming in? Does your lad not have a watch?â
âHe forgot to look at it.â
Hannahâs eyes narrowed. âYouâre awful carfuffled. I hope you havena been doing anything?â
âGeorge and me were just walking and speaking ⦠about old times, but weâd to hurry all the way back.â
âGeorge? Which George would that be?â
âYou wouldnât know him, Mother. His nameâs Buchan, and he bides ⦠out Arradoul way.â It was the only place to come to her mind.
âI never heard you speaking about a laddie from Arradoul when you was at the school.â
âHe wasnât there all the time,â Lizann said, desperately, trapped in a web of her own lies. âOnly about ⦠six months.â
âWhere does he work?â
âHe works ⦠on his fatherâs farm.â
âHis fatherâs got a farm?â Hannah seemed pleased about this. âHeâll be a real steady lad, then?â
Sensing that her mother had already married her off in her mind to the fictitious farm boy with prospects, Lizann forced a smile. âWeâre going out together, thatâs all.â
âYou like him, though?â Hannah asked, archly.
âAye, I like him.â That was putting it mildly, Lizann thought, for she loved him more every time she was with him. She wasnât that happy about his wife divorcing him, but if it was the only way he could marry her â¦
Her mother and father would be horrified when they found out heâd been married already â like all fisherfolk, they considered divorce an awful disgrace that reflected on a whole family â but she didnât need to tell the truth about him till he actually was free.
There was bound to be trouble then, but
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