didnât say what. I think sheâs got a lot on her mind. She wonât even say nothing to George, though, so thereâs no use asking me.â
George Mann, also a pal of Robâs, stayed quiedy in the background of Hettieâs life, and he had become part of the Parsons family. Heâd taken Joxerâs place as cellarman at the Duke, after Joxer had uprooted and drifted off on his silent, lonely way. George had been glad of a job during the lean period after the war. Duke said he owed him a steady place after heâd snatched Rob from certain death on the battlefield; it was George whoâd lifted the wounded soldier on to his back and staggered with him to safety. âHeâll stick like glue,â Annie warned. She knew the type; strong and silent, pretty much alone in the world, fond of his home comforts, and quickly felling for Hettie.
Her heart and soul were with the Army, however, and at first she gave him little encouragement. Then, almost passively, she began to accept his persistent attention. Duke had acknowledged Annieâs point of view. But, âHeâll do for me,â he said, ânow that Joxerâs slung his hook.â For more than three years George had grafted and quietly impressed.
âAnd she wonât say nothing to Sadie?â Frances enquired, still wondering about Hettieâs troubles. She prepared to brave the wet street.
Rob tossed his head.
âI take it thatâs a ânoâ?â
He followed her into the rain. They shifted as quick as they could into the front porch. âSadie ainât listening to no one at present,â he said in disgust.
Frances braced herself and pushed open the door. Annie, busy at the bar, waved noisily. Duke looked up, pleased by the rare visit from his eldest daughter. She was thirty-nine, with a sensible marriage under her belt and a good job at Boots, and he felt proud of her if a little distant. He still didnât hold with her opinions, which were too modern for his taste, though since women had got the vote, heâd noticed sheâd quietened down a good deal. Still, there was something aloof about her; she meant well, put her husband and family at the top of her list of priorities, but she lacked the common touch. âOne look from her would freeze a manâs beer in its pint pot,â was Arthur Ogdenâs way of putting it.
Frances went upstairs ahead of Rob, only pausing to shake the rain from her jacket and hang it up. From the landing she heard the telephone ring, and Sadieâs voice as she answered it. Something made her hesitate.
âEtt, is that you?â she heard Sadie ask. âCalm down, Ett. Donât get worked up. It ainât like you . . . Yes, I can hear. But are you sure? . . . Yes, I think I heard Frances come upstairs just now. Hang on a tick, Ett. Donât go away. Iâll go get Frances for you.â
Slowly Frances turned the handle and went in. She looked at Sadieâs pale, shocked face, saw her standing holding the telephone mouthpiece out towards her. She went and took it from her.
âOh, Frances!â Sadie cried. âEttâs here, and sheâs in a fix. Sheâs at the Mission and she says Willie Wiggin has just turned up!â
âAnnieâs old husband?â Frances held the phone to her ear in disbelief. Everyone in the court knew the story of how Annie had been deserted by Wiggjn whoâd gone off to sea and eventually been declared missing, presumed dead. Ettâs voice sobbed along the wire, while Sadie made a grab for her arm, pleading over Ettâs incoherent tears. âTell her thereâs some mistake, Frances! Tell her itâs just some mad old drunk. It canât be Wiggin. It canât be!â
Chapter Five
By the time Frances and Sadie arrived at the Bear Lane Mission, Hettie had managed to calm down. She was standing at a long trestle-table doling out soup and bread,
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