Hide Her Name (28 page)

‘Yes, I can, Paddy, it’s terrible,’ said Harry, and he meant it. He could feel his friend’s pain.

The only noise, as they shuffled along, came from Little Paddy’s shoes, which were three sizes too big.

Harry had watched Angela as she stormed away. Now he picked out a soggy lump of pobs from Declan’s hair.

He hoped his mammy would be home soon. He hadn’t known she was leaving for Ireland and the news had been met with an outpouring of tears from the girls and stunned silence from the boys. Tommy seemed flustered and promised them all she would be back in a few days, but not with Kitty. Kitty would be staying in Ireland a little longer.

Harry was thoughtful as he walked. Alice hadn’t seemed that happy to look after the baby and it already felt as if the house was falling apart without Maura.

As they passed by Molly Barrett’s, her door suddenly swung open and there she stood with a plate in her hand.

‘Biscuit, boys?’ she said, nodding at her plate. Little Paddy and Harry looked at each other.

‘Yes, please,’ said Little Paddy, with enthusiasm. Peggy only ever baked on Sundays.

Harry was frightened of Mrs Barrett but he didn’t know why.

Tiger pushed past Molly’s ankles and with its eyes fixed on the boys, pushed itself up against Molly’s legs. The cat hissed softly as it regarded the boys and both little Paddy and Harry involuntarily placed their hands across the front of their shorts.

Molly wasted no time in quizzing Harry, who couldn’t take his eyes off the cat. ‘I saw yer mammy leaving the house when I was letting Tiger in, Harry,’ she said, with a fake smile, which didn’t quite reach her eyes. ‘She had a big bag with her, she did. Gone away, has she?’

Little Paddy turned round and looked at Harry with an expression of complete amazement. ‘Yer mammy’s gone away, where?’ he almost shouted. ‘Mammy said you is coming to our house for yer tea tonight. Is that why?’

Harry had no idea what to do or say without appearing rude. He decided that honesty was the best policy. He couldn’t lie, Tommy hadn’t told them to lie and that was a big sin anyway.

‘She’s gone to see Kitty in Ireland, but she will be back soon, Mrs Barrett.’

‘Will Kitty be with her?’

Mrs Barrett wasn’t giving up and Harry wished Paddy would stop accepting biscuits from the plate.

Harry was no fool, he had told her all a nosy neighbour needed to know. ‘I don’t know, she might be,’ he replied, then, ‘Paddy, we will be late, we have to go. Bye, Mrs Barrett.’

It had become apparent to Angela that their mother must have been on the go constantly when she was at home. Angela was exhausted and yet her only job was to supervise breakfast and see everyone safely through the school gates.

‘It’s a catastrophe in our kitchen, so it is,’ she wearily told her friend, as she walked into her classroom that morning. ‘Everything falls on my shoulders, now that Kitty and Mammy have taken a holiday. It is truly shocking, so it is, to put on me so.’

In assembly prayers that morning, Harry prayed, ‘Please God, bring Mammy and Kitty home this afternoon, because I’m not looking forward to Peggy’s tea tonight. Amen.’

Alice had Maura’s baby on her knee, ready to feed her a bottle, and was surprised to see Peggy march in through the back door.

‘Morning, queen,’ said Peggy breezily. ‘How are the little ones?’

‘They are both fine, thank you, Peggy.’ There was a note of query in Alice’s voice.

The unasked question. What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?

Alice was instantly on her guard. Peggy was the biggest gossip in the street.

‘Brigid tells me ye are away out today. Can I do anything to help?’

Peggy hovered over Alice, grinning and peering. The thought that Peggy looked just like an old crone fleetingly crossed Alice’s mind.

‘No, thanks, Peggy. I have everything under control and besides, I am only popping into town for a couple of hours. I won’t be long.’

‘Ah, town is it, then? And what would ye be getting in town?’

Peggy had sat herself down in the armchair and made herself very comfortable. She looked as though she was settling in for the morning. Alice felt herself seething inside. Peggy smelt especially high, which did not help.

‘Well, I’m off to see a friend and then I thought I would call into the meat market on my way back,’ she said.

‘There’s good meat in Murphy’s. Ye won’t get any better in town.’ Peggy sniffed.

Alice felt as if she wanted to scream. How could she rid herself of this stupid woman?

‘Well, Peggy, I fancy a change, thanking you all the same, and now if you don’t mind, I would like to get on.’

Peggy looked shocked. ‘Are ye taking both babies with ye?’

‘Heavens, no. Brigid is looking after them for me, until I get back. I have enough trouble looking after one, never mind two.’

‘Aye, well, Maura will be back before ye know it. She has only taken Kitty to visit her granny,’ said Peggy.

Peggy now knew for sure that Little Paddy had been lying and deserved the beating he had got from his da.

Alice was as cool as a cucumber and, sure, wasn’t Brigid looking after Alice’s kids, whilst she went into town?

No, not even Alice could kiss someone else’s husband and then act this calmly under Peggy’s laser scrutiny.

Yes, she was sure. Little Paddy had been lying again.

‘Oh, well then, I didn’t realize ye was leaving so early, I’m sure,’ said Peggy, aware that she was not as welcome in this kitchen when Kathleen was away with Alice presiding.

Hurt and wounded that she hadn’t been offered a cuppa, she heaved her huge frame out of the chair on the third attempt and then waddled down the road, to scrounge her morning tea and as many biscuits as she could lay her hands on at Mrs Keating’s.

Alice met Sean outside the Railwayman pub, where she slipped a key into his hand.

‘What’s this?’ said Sean, looking down at it in astonishment.

‘It’s for room twenty-one in the Grand. It is the room kept for overbooking and that never happens on a Monday. I kept it by accident in my coat pocket when I left.’

Alice was whispering and yet they were the only people on the street, or near the pub, as it had yet to open for business.

‘The locks haven’t been changed and the room will be empty. We can talk without being interrupted. Meet me there in half an hour.’

And with that she was gone.

Sean slipped up the staircase of the hotel unnoticed.

Maids and bellboys bustled about and the reception desk was far enough away from the staircase that entering the room was far easier than he had imagined. He had only been inside for five minutes when there came a gentle tap on the door. He opened it quickly.

Alice had been leaning her weight against the door so heavily that she almost fell in.

Neither spoke. Both were profoundly relieved to be alone together, at last.

‘Did you get the bus after mine?’ asked Sean, breaking the silence and grasping for something to say.

Alice nodded. They looked at each other. There was no need for words. There was only need.

The room, which was the size of a small school hall, felt cavernous and cold, even though it was full of spare chairs and tables, being stored for use in any one of the meeting rooms.

The Georgian panelling was painted in a dove grey and edged in a white ornate border, which made it feel cooler. The curtains at the tall windows, a faded pale-grey velvet with swathes and tails, dusty.

There was no warmth. No soul. No heart.

But they neither noticed nor cared. They could have been in a cave for all that they were aware of their surroundings.

Once Sean had reached out and pulled Alice into his arms, it took only seconds for them both to move from the door to the bed.

Within half an hour it was all over and, as they lay on their backs, they both lit a cigarette. For the first time in her life, Alice felt alive and liberated.

She stared at the ornate white coving that encircled the gilt light fitting, in the centre of the smoke-stained ceiling. As she exhaled she turned her head to look at Sean and said, ‘God, Sean, I’m normal.’ And her laughter danced, all over the bed.

Sean leant on his elbow and looked down at her, smiling. ‘Alice, adultery is a sin. It is definitely not normal.’

She lifted her slim frame off the bed slightly and stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray on the bedside table. As she did so, she thought of the number of times she had emptied the same ashtray in this very room.

‘It is, if you are me,’ she said. Then she took the cigarette out of Sean’s hand, stubbed it out into the ashtray and set about committing adultery for a second time.

Daisy felt fine. It was Sister Evangelista who had told her she was ill. Daisy had been keen to stay at the convent but she did not want to be confined to the sick bay.

One of the novice nuns, who was also a nurse at the Northern, brought Daisy her meals and spoke to her as though she were very poorly indeed.

She had been told so many times she was ill that she was beginning to feel as though she really was sick and this morning she hadn’t wanted to leave her bed.

What was there to get up for? She was only permitted to sit in the chair at the side of the bed and soon got pretty cold doing that.

She had been told she wasn’t allowed to look out of the window, or to step outside.

One of the sisters brought her some books and there was a bible to read, but Daisy could hardly read anything more than a shopping list. Books were no use to her and she couldn’t understand them anyway, even when someone else read to her.

Daisy didn’t feel like her food today, either. Something was wrong. Things were changing, people were whispering and she didn’t like it.

It was evening and they had switched Daisy’s light off an hour ago. Daisy began to cry. She wanted to return to the convent in Dublin, where she had lived before she came to Liverpool. It was the only home Daisy had ever known and she desperately wanted to return. Daisy hadn’t cried for a very long time. From a very young age, she had learnt the lesson that crying made no difference.

No one heard. No one cared. Nothing changed.

Sister Evangelista burst into the room without knocking, her arms full of what appeared to be freshly pressed undergarments. She placed them on the bed next to Daisy’s feet and began peeling clothes from the top of the pile.

‘Daisy, get up, get up,’ she hissed. ‘You have to get dressed.’

Daisy sat upright in bed. ‘But it’s night-time, Sister.’

‘I know Daisy, I know. You have to get dressed. Come on, girl. Quickly, I have news from the bishop. Ye are going back to the convent in Dublin, but you have to go now and catch the night ferry with the bishop.’

‘The bishop is here?’ Daisy was confused. If the bishop was here, he would be at the Priory and so should she be.

‘Not here exactly, not at the convent. Look, please, Daisy, just do as I ask, would you.’

Sister Evangelista had brought with her a case, packed with smart clothes Daisy had never seen before, and in no time she was creeping down the back stairs, with the sister urging her to be quiet.

Sister Evangelista opened a large wooden door that led to the convent garden. In a dim pool of light, on the other side of the tall wrought-iron gate at the garden entrance, were two men, huddled together against the cold air, waiting. Daisy noticed a parked car. She squinted into the darkness to see if there was anyone sitting inside.

Sister Evangelista took Daisy by the arm and hurried her along the garden path.

‘These two gentlemen are friends of the bishop, Daisy. They are going to take you to meet him. He is waiting. They will take you across to Ireland on the ferry and then return you to the convent. You will be happy there, won’t you, Daisy?’

Sister Evangelista handed the case to Austin. Now she grabbed Daisy by the hand and looked into her eyes. She had been perturbed that the two men had not wanted to tell her their names and had been less than friendly when they arrived,

Daisy shook her head and began to cry for the second time that day. She knew the two men. She didn’t want to go anywhere with them. Not even to the ferry.

‘No, Sister,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t want to go, please don’t make me, I just want to stay here.’

‘Daisy, I have been instructed by the bishop and he is very definite in what he says. You may not know that your family pay for us to look after you. The convent in Ireland, where you were brought up, well, that’s the best place for you now that Father James has gone. You deserve that for looking after the Priory for all this time. Time for someone else to take over all that hard work now, Daisy.’

Daisy’s tears had turned to sobs. Sister Evangelista looked towards the men the bishop had sent to collect Daisy, and, with a shock, realized they had disappeared, as had the case. At that very moment, Miss Devlin, who had stopped late at the convent for supper and prayers, walked down the back steps towards them with the police officer, Howard, at her side.

Sister Evangelista thought they were too familiar altogether.

‘Here ye are. I thought Daisy was up and taking a bit of fresh air, didn’t I say she would be, now?’ said Miss Devlin. She grinned from ear to ear, flushed with the attention Howard had paid her. He had called back at the convent on the off chance, knowing she would be there this evening, and had offered her a lift home in the panda. And as luck would have it they had spotted Daisy in the garden. Before Miss Devlin knew it, Howard was out of the back door and down the steps. She had to run to keep up with him.

Sister Evangelista forced a smile.

The bishop would be furious.

She had hardly agreed with a word the bishop had said since the father had died. She was now coming to the conclusion that the best way to have dealt with this would have been to tell the police everything, hand them all the photographs and pictures. It was as obvious to her as the nose on her face that it was a parent who had killed the priest. Any parent who discovered what that evil disciple of the devil had done to their child would surely be seized with a rage so strong they would kill, without even knowing what they were doing.