seeing that it had gone past remedy. Sadie and Rob would go at it hammer and tongs; theyâd wake the whole street before theyâd finished.
âWhoâs making a fool of who?â Sadie trembled as Rob whipped round to face her. She held herself steady by holding on to the door-handle. âAnd whoâs been telling you fibs, Robert Parsons?â
Rob snorted. âOh, so Maurice is a liar now, is he?â
âMaurice?â Her heart sank and her voice went faint. Events slotted together: her brother-in-law had opened his big mouth as soon as ever Rob had picked him up to take him home to Ealing. Soon everyone would know about her and Richie Palmer.
âYes, Maurice! That shut you up, didnât it? He saw you in the back row with that hooligan. As if you didnât know!â
âWe wasnât in the back row,â she protested, a red flush creeping up her neck.
âNo, but you was with him, you admit that much?â He went and faced her, daring her to deny it.
âSo what?â Up went her chin. âWhatâs it to you?â
âOh, nothing,â Rob sneered. âYouâre only my sister. Walterâs only my best pal and business partner.â
âAnd what do you think?â she asked hotly. âYou donât think Iâm cheating him, do you?â
âWhat am I supposed to think?â
âNow, hold your horses, you two.â Duke stepped in between the flashing looks and raised, accusatory voices. âI donât know whatâs going on here, but this ainât the time or the place for it, I do know that.â He could, see Annie advancing down the landing, a shawl covering her night-dress, her hair in a long braid over one shoulder.
Robert laughed and backed off to pour himself another drink. His own face was patchy and flushed. âOh, I get it,â he said sarcastically. âYou arranged everything with Walter beforehand. He gave permission for you to go spooning with Richie Palmer?â
Dukeâs brow wrinkled. He switched his gaze to Sadie.
âWe wasnât spooning! And I was going to tell him just as soon as I got the chance!â she insisted.
âOh, you was going to tell him,â he mimicked. âWell, that makes everything swell, âcos if you donât, I will!â
Sadie felt Annie appear at her shoulder and turned to grab her in heartfelt appeal. âOh, Annie, ask Rob not to! If he tells Walter, itâll hurt him. I gotta talk to him myself in my own way. I will tell him, I promise!â
âSteady on.â Annie led a snaking Sadie by the wrist and sat her down by the fire in Dukeâs own chair. âAnd you steady on too, Rob. Give the girt a chance to tell her side. We gotta hear the whole thing and give ourselves time to calm down.â She put an arm around Sadieâs shoulder. âDonât take on, girl. You only went to the pictures with Richie Palmer, I take it? So far as I know, it ainât a hanging offence.â
In the face of Annieâs kindness, Sadie dissolved into tears. âBut I never meant it to get out, Annie. I knew itâd hurt Walter if hefound out. Only I wanted to see the picture, and Walterâs so busy, and itâs a Saturday night, andââ
âStrike a light!â Rob said roughly. He paced across the patterned carpet.
âI didnât mean no harm!â Sadie crumpled into Annieâs arms once more.
Annie glanced up at Duke. âYou ainât fifteen no more, girl. Youâre a growed woman. You can walk out with more than one young man if you like, youâre welcome. And there ainât no law against it.â She held up a hand to stem Robâs noisy protests. âOnly, I do think you oughta clear it with Walter first.â
Sadie sniffed and pulled herself together. Her dark hair fell as a curtain to shade her face. âI ainât never going to see Richie no more,â she vowed. âIt
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