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get married, be together?’ she said, her eyes frantic and feverish on his.
    ‘Yeah,’ said Charlie, pushing his fingers between her legs. That felt good too, so good Betsy could hardly bear it.
    Then he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping, his cock springing out. Betsy glanced down and was shocked by the size of it. She’d never seen an erection before.
    Jesus, I’m going to be Mrs Charlie Darke , she thought.
    He was lifting her up, her thighs clamping onto his waist as he guided his penis into her wet opening. He brought her down onto it, sliding in deep, and Betsy let out a small cry.
    ‘OK?’ Charlie panted, already thrusting.
    ‘Yeah,’ said Betsy, and let him do it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought, This ain’t romance, is it? Is this what it comes down to, him rutting at me down a bloody alley, like a dog covering a bitch?
    But if it meant being Mrs Charlie Darke, she would tolerate it. Men were beasts, her mum had always told her that, and here was the proof. But it seemed, after all, to be making him happy. She just hoped he wouldn’t take too long over it.

7
     
    On the same day that Joe took the sword that had been the death of Tranter and threw it in the canal, Ruby was at Betsy’s house, up in Betsy’s bedroom, the room she shared with Vi. Betsy’s side of the room was girlish. She still had her teddy bears and old dolls propped up on the bed.
    But Vi’s side . . . well, Ruby just loved wandering over there, looking at all the powders and perfumes Vi had on her dressing table. There was a copy of London Life there too, with three flimsily clad Windmill beauties on the front cover wearing gas masks to encourage ARP drill.
    ‘The one in the middle’s Vi. And don’t touch anything,’ said Betsy, who was reclining on her little bed by the wall, watching Ruby with a smile.
    ‘What?’ Ruby turned round with a guilty start.
    ‘Vi thinks she’s the queen or something. She don’t like people touching her stuff.’
    Ruby nodded and moved away from the heady environs of Vi’s territory.
    ‘Don’t your mum and dad mind, Vi working at the Windmill, showing her bits . . . ?’ asked Ruby, curious.
    Betsy gave a derisive grunt.
    ‘Vi calls it “art”. And you know Dad’s always at work in the docks. He don’t take no notice of nothing. Mum don’t tell him what Vi’s up to. She’s got no say in it anyway. Vi does what she pleases, she always has. Rules apply to other people, not her. Mum’s a bit of a mouse, you know. And Vi’s a bloody tiger.’
    Even if Vi seemed terrifying, Ruby envied Betsy, having a sister – and such an exotic one too. Being the only sister of two older brothers wasn’t any fun at all. In fact – what with Dad being ill with his foot and bad-tempered all the time and Charlie kicking off at her – it was a pain in the arse. And Charlie and Joe’s behaviour frightened her lately.
    It seemed to Ruby that her brothers had changed in the months since they’d run into the backyard soaked in someone else’s blood. Before that, they had been, well, just Charlie and Joe, dead-legging about the place, dodging the draft – Charlie with an imaginary ‘heart murmur’, Joe with ‘flat feet’ – and doing a few iffy deals.
    Now, they had acquired a new aura; people – even their own father – spoke to them more respectfully. They dressed immaculately now, and expensively. It was wartime, for God’s sake, everyone was skint; but Charlie and Joe Darke had an air of prosperity about them.
    It worried Ruby. She had strong memories of Tranter oiling his way around the bomb-damaged streets, doling out smiles and smacks. Something in the way Charlie and Joe conducted themselves now reminded her of him.
    Still, it wasn’t her business. Best to keep her nose out and her head down.
    ‘What you two doing up here?’ asked a purring female voice, startling Ruby out of her thoughts.
    She turned – and there was Vi. She was struck anew by how stunning, how