felt a great anger against Barney â such disregard of the damage he had been doing was unforgivable. I sat up and put my arms around Angela.
âAngela,â I said softly, âheâs dead. One day you will marry a more worthwhile man â perhaps James â he is a good man.â
âPegs,â she wailed, clinging to me, âit was awful.â
Now it was my turn to comfort her. I stroked her head and thought how many times she had comforted me.
âMy love,â I said, âwhy didnât you tell me? I would have boxed his ears and told him to stop acting like a child. I would have sent him back to you.â
âI have some pride â and you were so happy.â
âOf course.â
Dazed with misery, I sat for a while, automatically stroking the blonde head. In those minutes I realised how little I knew about men. Most of my knowledge of them had come at second-hand through the cases I had handled and through books. Jackie, my first fiancé, had been the brother of a girl friend of mine and had been at sea formonths at a time. The club had been my first opportunity to meet many strangers â previously I had gone to balls and dances as one of a party. How blind I had been, not to realise what Barney was doing. How blind and how full of false pride. Hatred surged through me â hatred of a man who had humiliated me in my own sight.
The alarm clock whirred and brought my sanity back sharply. Time to go to work.
Angela and I got up together and dressed silently, Angela to keep some mysterious appointment, and I to make out a list of cultural centres in which South African schoolteachers visiting the north might be interested.
Before we went downstairs, I kissed Angela and the kiss was warmly returned. I felt humbly grateful for the comfort of the forgiveness it conveyed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I worked until midnight, when the club closed. The thought of going home to bed made me feel sleepless, and, as the last bus had just left, I decided that, rather than take a taxi, I would walk home. I walked slowly through the night mist and, when at last I reached our gate, I thought irritably that I would never sleep if I went in, so I walked round the block. The policeman on the beat knew me, and said: âGood night, Miss.â
I returned the salutation. I came again to our gate but continued past it, walking the same route. The constable met me again and asked if I had lost anything.
Wearily, I said: âNo, thank you. I am just taking a stroll before going to bed.â
âItâs not too safe round here late at night, Miss.â
I agreed, and walked back to our gate with him. It appeared that I would have to go to bed, but my nerves were jangled and I felt that to scream would be a great relief.
At home I made myself some cocoa and at three oâclockI got into bed. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Barney laughing at me, until I could have shrieked at him to go away and never haunt me again.
I switched on the bedside lamp and took from the side table the studio portrait which he had given me just before leaving on his last journey back to barracks. I sat up in bed and for a long time examined the face portrayed. The lips smiled at me, but when I covered them up and looked at the eyes alone, they were cold and staring.
At five oâclock I got up. It was Sunday morning, and the church bells soon began to ring for the first service of the day. Mother heard me washing in the bathroom and called to ask if I was poorly. I said I was quite all right and was preparing to go to church. I heard her bed creak as, satisfied, she turned over to sleep again.
I had no intention of going to church, but it was the simplest explanation to save Mother getting up to see what she could do to help me. Garbed in slacks and woollen sweaters, I went out into the garden. Lighted only by the shaft of light from the front door, it was as bleak and shrivelled as my heart. I went
Carolyn Faulkner, Abby Collier