to.â
Pearl wondered too, but then the café began to fill with costermongers, all ready for large breakfasts. They took it in turns, watching each otherâs pitches, but even so, the café was soon packed.
Derek Lewis came in at eight, but ordered only two bacon sandwiches to take away.
âNo breakfast this morning?â Pearl asked.
âMy granâs a bit under the weather so Iâm popping home to give her one of these. Frankâs keeping an eye on my stall.â
Pearl watched him leave, wondering if she could tell him about her landlord and his threat on Saturday night. She was frightened of Nobby Clark, needed someone to protect her, but didnât feel she knew Derek well enough yet. This was a tight-knit community and she knew she had a long way to go before she was accepted. Until then, it might be more prudent to keep her mouth shut.
Pearl was taking her break, tucking into her meal, when Kevin came down from the upstairs flat.
His eyes flicked around the dining room, but then he walked towards her table. Pearlâs stomach fluttered and she quickly lowered her head.
âHello. Pearl, isnât it? How are you getting on?â
âF ⦠fine, thanks,â she said, amazed and gratified that he had spoken to her.
Her eyes rose, and as they fastened momentarily on his, she flushed. God, he was gorgeous, yet why did he look so anxious?
âDo you live around here?â
âEr ⦠yes, I live over the empty shop further along the High Street.â
âAll right, is it?â
âYes, itâs fine.â
âWhoâs your landlord?â
âMr Clark. Nobby Clark. Do you know him?â
He smiled, perfectly even, white teeth flashing. âNo, not really. See you,â he said abruptly, walking away.
Pearl was thrilled that Kevin had spoken to her, but puzzled by the strange conversation.
Gertie then dashed out of the kitchen, looking harassed. âOne of the ovens isnât working and Dollyâs doing her nut,â she told Bernie.
âAll right, Iâm coming,â he said. âKeep an eye on things out here, Pearl.â
She rose to her feet, unable now to think about Kevinâs strange behaviour as three young women came in, asking for teas.
Kevin was still smiling as he strolled along the High Street. Christ, heâd been shit scared that the new waitress had clocked him on Saturday night, but a short conversation had allayed his fears. When Pearl had asked if he knew Nobby Clark, itwas obvious that she hadnât seen him in the shop. If she had, she wouldnât have asked the question.
âWatcha, Kevin. With that smile on your face you mustâve got your leg over last night.â
âMorning, Frank, and yes, I did,â he lied.
âYou jammy young git. My old woman had a headache as usual.â
âSo much for marriage,â Kevin quipped back.
âItâs got its compensations, and she ainât always under the weather.â
Kevin pictured Frankâs wife and shuddered. Like his mother, she looked a right battle-axe and he wouldnât fancy waking up alongside her every morning.
âMorning, Derek,â he called as he reached the next stall.
âWatcha, Kevin. Howâs the new waitress? She ainât fainted again, has she?â
Kevin frowned. Fainted? It was the first heâd heard of it. âI donât know what youâre on about and as far as I know sheâs fine.â
âShe passed out cold on her first day and I had to carry her through to the kitchen. Ainât she a pretty little thing?â
Kevinâs eyes widened. Pretty! Blimey, Derek must need his eyes tested. Pearl was thin, pale and insipid, without an ounce of femininity. âCanât say I think much of your taste, mate. Still, if you like her, as far as Iâm concerned, sheâs all yours.â
For a moment Derekâs face saddened. âShe wouldnât want me,