Family Drama 4 E-Book Bundle (118 page)

‘I dunno. I don't know who to ask.' Sadie frowned.

‘I'll ask Betty. She'll have one in the loft; she never throws anything away.' As soon as the words were out of his mouth he knew he'd put his foot in it.

‘I don't want my boys in someone else's pram, especially hers.'

‘OK.' he soothed. ‘It'll just be easier or we'll have to carry them both. That Silver Cross thing would need a lorry to take it anywhere.'

He laughed to try to distract her from her irritation before it built up into something else. Again.

She put his breakfast on the table and grinned. ‘Go on then, ask Betty, but don't dare ask them to come with us. This is going to be just us and the boys. A real family.'

Sadie was still in a good mood when Sunday came round and Johnnie watched as she happily gathered up everything for the day and piled it all into the Ford Consul. She was dressed up to the nines, with full make-up, high heels and her hair piled high. He thought it was a bit too much for a day at the seaside but he didn't say anything, he was just relieved she was happy. She packed his precious car full to overflowing, and Johnnie was pleased that Bill Morgan wasn't around to see it looking like a removal van, but within a few minutes they were on their way to the seaside.

When they drove down Chalkwell Avenue to the start of the seafront Sadie was like another child in the car, clapping her hands and laughing. Nine-month-old Paul was asleep in the carrycot in the back and two-year-old Martin was on his mother's lap in the front.

‘Look Marty, it's the sea … look at the sea … look at the boats!' She turned to Johnnie. ‘They're fishing boats, aren't they?'

‘I'm not sure. They might be cockle boats. I don't know the difference, but whatever they are they'll go out on the tide later on.'

‘I'd love to go on a boat.'

‘We could see if the pleasure steamers are running. If not it'll have to be the boating lake.' Johnnie looked sideways and laughed. ‘What do you want to do? Go for a drive along the front or park up and go somewhere first?'

‘Let's park and go for a ride on the pier. Marty will love the train, then we can have our picnic on the beach at Westcliff.'

Johnnie hid his disappointment well. He wanted to drive along to find the address on the postcard. Just to have a look.

‘OK. We'll just drive along and get our bearings and look for the best place to go for our picnic on the beach later on.'

He drove slowly from end to end with his arm on the open window, trying to look casual, but he was actually looking hard for the sign ‘Thamesview Hotel'. He drove all the way along the front up to Shoeburyness, then turned round to drive back. His disappointment was hard to hide but he did his best.

Then on the way back he saw it: a large white three-storey property set back from the pavement. The first-floor balconies jutted out over the front garden and were protected by permanent canopies. It was a large property that at first glance looked too small to be a hotel, but an ornate sign on the front that said ‘The Thamesview Hotel for Ladies' in big black letters told him he'd probably found the right address.

The only thing he didn't know was if Ruby Blakeley really lived there or if the postcard was some sort of joke. The building just didn't tally with where he had imagined Ruby would be.

‘This looks a really nice place for a picnic. It's not crowded. Shall we come back here after the pier?'

‘Looks a bit quiet to me,' Sadie said.

‘But after all the excitement of doing all the things we want to do, the boys will need a nap and we might need a bit of peace and quiet.'

‘I suppose …' Sadie said without much enthusiasm.

‘We'll decide later then.' Johnnie appeased her as he always did.

He continued driving back towards the pier and then parked as near to it as he could.

They crammed both children, one each end, into the borrowed carrycot and caught the train to the end of the pier before walking all the way back and spending time in the amusements on the other side of the road. Johnnie did his best to make sure everyone had a good time but he was really just itching to get back to the part of the beach that was opposite the hotel. It certainly wasn't the best part of the beach for a picnic, with a concrete slope and just a small strip of sand before the mud, but he convinced Sadie it was perfect. He collected two deck chairs and carefully positioned them near one of the seaweed-covered breakwaters, then put the carrycot with a sleeping Paul in the shade of it.

Then he sat in the deck chair that gave a perfect view of the hotel doorway and left the other, which faced towards the sea, for Sadie.

She'd packed quite a spread into the picnic basket, and as she laid it all out carefully on the rug Johnnie started to feel guilty all over again. His conscience was shouting at him to gather everything up and go right back to the other end of the promenade, as far away from the Thamesview Hotel as he could get, but once it was all spread out he told himself it was too late. He had no choice but to stay there.

The longer they sat there the more Johnnie started to relax and enjoy himself. Martin was happily trying to make mud pies with his baby bucket and spade, and he was making Sadie laugh. It was a perfect family day out and Johnnie promised her they'd do it more often.

And then he saw her.

It was the hair that he saw first and then the person. He wasn't sure he would have recognised her if it hadn't been for the hair. The dark red hair was the first thing he had noticed when he'd seen her sitting on her suitcase in Elsmere Road and it was the first thing he noticed now.

Red, he had called her then. Ruby Red. The coltish young girl who was far too young and innocent for him. Now she looked so tall and ladylike that it jolted him. He stretched out in the deck chair and watched carefully so Sadie didn't see him looking. She didn't know Ruby or anything about her, but she hated Johnnie even glancing at another woman so he knew she'd sit up and take notice if she got even a hint of Johnnie's wandering attention.

He didn't move a muscle as Ruby walked down the two front steps of the hotel with another woman about her age and the two of them crossed the road almost where the Riordan family were sitting with the remains of the picnic between them. His heart thumped with the fear of being caught, of Ruby seeing him and saying hello. It was so fierce he was sure Sadie would hear. He wanted to run but there was no way of escaping without being spotted.

‘Are we mud-paddling today, my Lady Ruby of Thamesview, or is wandering round with your skirt in your knickers on a Sunday a bit beneath you now?' The other woman's voice carried, as did her laugh.

Ruby laughed. ‘Stop taking the mick, you. I'm up for a paddle if you are!'

‘I've got me best slacks on,' the other woman said in mock horror.

‘Roll them up. If I can tuck my skirt up then you can roll your trouser legs.'

‘'Spose I've got no choice.'

Without even glancing at them the two women walked within a few feet of the Riordan family to the edge of the mud, took their shoes off and left them on the sand. Ruby gathered her skirt up and the other woman carefully rolled the legs of her slacks up to her knees and held on to them.

‘Come on then,' Ruby said with a wide grin. ‘It's not that cold!'

Johnnie didn't move a muscle as he watched them walk out onto the mud together and then stand there squelching their toes and giggling, the unknown woman with her trouser legs up by her knees and Ruby with her skirt clutched up in a bundle around her thighs.

‘I tried to get Tony in to do this the other morning but he refused point-blank.'

‘Beneath his dignity, of course. Tony never lets his hair down that I can see.'

‘Not often, but he's a nice man deep down …' Ruby giggled and kicked at the water that was pooling in the natural gulleys as the tide came in. ‘Aaah, we're going to get cut off by the tide. We'll drown in a sodding great whirlpool of mud and sludge and our bodies will never be found.'

‘Don't be daft, we're only a few feet from shore. We could go out to the Ray and have a swim,' Gracie said, referring to the natural sandbank in the distance.

‘Never in a million years. It's all right for you, you can swim!'

They laughed together, oblivious to the beachgoers out on the strip of sand. There weren't many but those that were there were watching and laughing as well.

All apart from Sadie Riordan.

‘Look at those stupid cows,' Sadie suddenly said. ‘Have they got no shame? Acting like schoolkids at their age. All dressed up and nowhere to go, my mother used to say.'

Her voice was so loud that Johnnie knew they must have heard her, but if they had it made no difference; they carried on doing what they were doing.

‘If they splash one of the kids I'll tell 'em their fortune.'

Johnnie wanted to say something, to tell Sadie how miserable she was, but he was scared to open his mouth. Instead he sank further down in the deck chair with his arms crossed and his chin on his chest, hoping Sadie would think he was dozing off. Turning his head to one side he watched Ruby dancing about and having fun, and he felt really choked. He knew he shouldn't have gone looking for the past. He should have left it buried.

It took a few moments for Johnnie to realise that Ruby and her friend were playing up to Sadie's continuing comments. They didn't look at her but Ruby hoisted her skirt higher and started marching while the other woman laughed long and hard.

‘Bloody ridiculous, I think. Just look at them, stupid women …' Sadie snarled without looking at him. He didn't know how to stop her because to comment would make her worse. Suddenly the other woman started to head towards them. ‘Don't Gracie,' Ruby said. ‘It doesn't matter. And anyway we can't have any of the ladies spotting us out here getting into a brawl.'

But Gracie carried on regardless. ‘Look, you, just 'cos you don't know how to enjoy yourself don't mean we can't. Now shut it.'

Sadie was up out of the deck chair in a flash.

‘Don't, Sadie. Don't spoil the day. Please don't, not in front of the children …'

Sadie hesitated for a moment and then sat down again, albeit with a face like thunder. Gracie looked from one to the other and then, with a shake of her head, turned away. Johnnie sighed with relief; when Sadie wanted to fight she usually went for it without any thought, but this time she held back. Bill Morgan called her spirited, and Johnnie himself had always believed that up until they were married, but the more he got to know her the more he realised that she was that deadly combination of volatility with no self-control.

Mortified, he buried his chin back into his chest. He just wanted them to go away.

He knew the sender of the postcard had been right, and that this was the place; he knew this woman was Ruby Red, and he knew that she was safe and well and seemingly very happy. Much happier than he.

He told himself that was all he'd wanted to find out, all he'd gone there for. He just shouldn't have taken Sadie and the kids on his jaunt into the past.

‘We'll have to back over the road like this, you know. Let's hope we don't get spotted. It's not in keeping with our positions, is it, Lady Ruby?'

‘Probably not!' Ruby picked up a handful of mud and started to mould it into a ball.

‘Don't you dare …' Gracie laughed, and ran the other way.

As Ruby looked towards Gracie her eyes skimmed past Sadie. Johnnie knew she was glancing at the woman who had nearly started a confrontation but then her glance went past him.

Then she did a double take and he knew instantly that she'd recognised him.

Scared, he met her eyes and pleaded silently. She paused for a split second and then quickly dropped the mud, snatched up her shoes and, after doing a detour to avoid getting too close to him, she started marching back up towards the promenade.

‘Hurry up, Gracie,' she shouted over her shoulder. ‘We're late. You're going to have to catch me up.'

Once both women were out of sight Johnnie sat forward in the deck chair. He didn't dare look round, especially as Sadie was glaring in their direction to see where they were going, but he didn't have to look because he knew exactly where they were heading.

He also knew that now he'd seen her he'd be back. Ruby Blakeley still had the power to draw him in.

‘What's the matter?' Gracie asked breathlessly as she caught up with Ruby. ‘Something's happened, I know it. Was it the crazy woman back there? She was just jealous because she's got a boring husband and two kids and isn't allowed to have fun any more. We'd never give her a room here, miserable cow!'

‘It wasn't that,' Ruby said as she carried on walking.

‘Well what then? You just turned and ran off like the devil was hot on your heels.'

‘I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to get washed and then we have to make a start on dinner. It's just you and me tonight, but with only four guests it shouldn't be too hard!'

‘Don't tell me you turned and ran back to get the dinner on,' Gracie said. ‘Don't forget I know you, Lady Ruby.'

‘I said I don't want to talk about it, not now. I'll tell you later, promise.' She paused. ‘Do you mind getting started with the vegetables? I've just remembered something I haven't done. I won't be long …'

Gracie looked at her. ‘I don't believe you, but off you go. I'll get it out of you later.'

Ruby smiled. She knew Gracie was right: she'd pick and pick away until Ruby gave in for a quiet life.

Trying not to run, she went straight into the office and closed the door. Because of the balcony above she knew that no one could see in the window unless they were up close to it, but still she stood to one side and peered around the curtain in the direction of the beach. Because of the steep slope she couldn't see anything below the level of the pavement but she carried on looking and waiting and cursing the people walking and driving by on both sides of the road.