The Narrowboat Girl (45 page)

But her daughters offered no help at all. Margaret stood quite still as if she hadn’t heard. Amy slipped upstairs, running as if possessed, and fetched her boots. Throwing her coat over
her nightdress she slid past the front parlour, past the sobbing screams, past her mother beating helplessly at the flames and out into the night, running, running to the one person who she knew
would help and understand.

The story she managed, in her distress, to sob out to Maryann and the policeman was a brief, disjointed summary of this.

‘What’ll happen to her? She must’ve smashed the lamp right over ’is head. What if Margaret’s killed him? Will she go to prison? They mustn’t put her in
prison, it ain’t right – it was him, he drove her to it! He burned her with his cigarette.’

The young policeman appeared rather out of his depth. ‘Look – I don’t s’pose it’s as bad as you think,’ he said.

‘Of course it’s as bad as she thinks,’ Maryann stormed at him. ‘Ain’t you heard what she just said? The man’s an evil bloody maniac!’

‘I see,’ the policeman said uneasily. ‘Look – you keep ’er here for tonight and look after her. I’ll get over there now and see what’s happening and
tell her mother where she is. The address is . . .?’

‘Blimey – that’s a good distance away, that is . . .’ He was just writing it down laboriously in his notebook when Joel and Mick rolled in from the pub.

‘What’s all this then?’ Mick started aggressively. Joel looked at Maryann, her arm round Amy’s shoulders and guessed who the girl was.

‘Now, Mick—’ Nance stepped in. ‘Don’t you go getting on yer ’igh ’orse. The wench is in trouble and ’er’ll be stopping ’ere tonight.
You just keep quiet.’

Amy looked fearfully at Mick’s red, rough-looking face.

‘It’s awright,’ Maryann whispered to her. ‘He won’t hurt you. This is Joel – the man I’m going to marry—’

‘’Ow do.’ Joel smiled kindly at her. ‘You’ll be all right here. We’ll look after you.’

They saw the policeman out.

‘You can sleep down here with me,’ Maryann reassured Amy.

‘Oh no you don’t,’ Joel said. ‘You’re having the bed, you two, and no arguments.’

It took Amy a long time to calm down enough to fall asleep. Even after she had gone off, her body twitched in a disturbed way. Maryann lay with her arm wrapped round the child,
making soothing noises, trying to comfort her. But her own mind was spinning round. She would have to take her back the next day to her mother. What sort of reaction was she going to get? And what
would happen to Margaret? Was Norman really dead as Amy feared? It was a long time before she got any sleep herself.

The next morning Maryann, Nance and Amy went straight to Handsworth.

‘I’m glad you’re with me,’ Maryann said to Nance on the tram. She felt horribly nervous at the thought of facing Amy’s mother.

The house had a very quiet feel about it when they got there and Maryann wondered if anyone was in. But after she knocked on the door, they heard Janet Lambert pulling herself along the hall to
open it. Maryann gripped Amy’s hand as the door swung open.

All her remorse and worry was evident in Janet Lambert’s sleepless, tear-stained face. ‘Oh – Amy!’ she cried and Amy, also crying, ran into her arms. ‘Oh love
– are you awright?’ Janet sobbed. ‘I’m sorry – I’m so, so sorry, Amy . . . Oh my God, as long as you’re awright . . .’

Maryann and Nance watched as the two of them cried in each other’s arms.

‘Oh my girls – how could he’ve done it – all this time?’

Maryann felt her own overwrought emotions surfacing and it was all she could do to stop herself crying as well. To see Amy was at last believed by her mother and accepted back tore at her
heart.

Janet looked over Amy’s head at her, her eyes full of shame. ‘Come in,’ she said.

Once more they sat in the little parlour room, Amy on the arm of her mother’s chair, leaning close to her.

‘This is Nancy – my friend,’ Maryann said. ‘I’m living with her at the moment so it’s her house Amy stayed at last night.’

‘Good of yer,’ Janet said absent-mindedly. Nance nodded, sympathetically.

‘Where’s Margaret?’ Amy asked.

‘They took her away.’ The woman was distraught, tears running down her face as she spoke. ‘The ambulance came for him. He was burnt terrible. They took her as well. I
don’t know what I’m going to do . . .’

‘Did she show you?’ Amy whispered.

They all knew she meant the burn that Norman Griffin had inflicted on her, the bruises.

Janet lowered her head, nodding. ‘They want to make that better – only they think there’s other things the matter with ’er – her mind. Oh . . . my little girl.
What’ve I done? Why couldn’t I see it? He was always so kind, such a gentleman with me! I just couldn’t believe he could ever . . . I mean he was never even demanding that way,
you know, with me . . .’

‘He was just the same with us,’ Maryann told her. Now she saw how sorry the woman was, how she wanted to do right by her daughters, she felt great sympathy for her. ‘My sister
took her own life because of him.’

Janet’s head jerked up. She looked deeply shocked. ‘Did she? You never said . . .’

‘You wouldn’t’ve believed me.’

‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘I wouldn’t. It’s like having two whole different lives, different
worlds
going on in your house at the same time. You look at him,
the way he is, and you can’t believe . . . I mean you can’t believe
anyone
could do things like that, can you? I still can’t . . .’ She shook her head as if to
reassemble her thoughts. ‘Still can’t . . .’

‘I know,’ Maryann said gently. ‘He’s the one with summat wrong in his mind. He’s like a devil. He’s going to live then?’

‘They think so.’

There was silence for a moment. Janet pulled Amy on to her lap and held her.

‘Whatever happens, we’ll be together now – we’ll manage somehow. I’ll never let him near you.’

Maryann cried all the way home, as if releasing years of pent-up sadness and however much Nance tried to comfort her she was unable to stop. And Nance was feeling so miserable
that she was tearful herself.

‘If only my mom’d been like that.’ Maryann sobbed. She knew people were having a good look at her but she was past caring. ‘I mean I know Janet daint believe them to
begin with – but seeing ’em like that, her cuddling Amy . . . She wants the best for her girls at heart. But that poor Margaret – what ever’s going to happen to
her?’

‘I s’pect ’er’ll be awright,’ Nance said doubtfully, adding, ‘the poor little mites.’

Maryann was even less hopeful. Nance hadn’t seen what Margaret was like. ‘I feel terrible leaving with all this going on. But we’ll come and see them – and you, as often
as we can.’

Nance nodded, staring bleakly ahead of her.

When they got back home, Joel saw what state she was in and came and took her in his arms. Nance began bustling about to hide her own emotion. There was no one to embrace her.

‘She believes them now,’ Maryann said into Joel’s chest. ‘Whatever else happens, she’s on their side.’

‘Thank ’eavens,’ Joel said. ‘That poor little nipper. What about him?’

‘Oh – he’ll live, they say.’ Her voice was savage. ‘I’m glad for Margaret’s sake anyway.’

When they’d told him what had happened Maryann whispered to Joel, ‘No sign of Darius yet then?’ They were almost certain he was due in that day.

‘Thought ’e might’ve got ’ere by now,’ Joel said, shaking his head. ‘Still . . .’

‘We could go down there and wait for him,’ Maryann suggested.

‘What’s all the whispering about?’ Nance demanded sharply.

Maryann looked into the dregs of her teacup. ‘We was just saying – maybe it’d be better – for you, like – if we was to go and wait down by the cut for when Darius
gets in.’

Nance came and stood by the table, hands on hips. ‘No need for that – I think me and Darius both know how to behave,’ she said tartly. ‘And Joel don’t look as if he
could walk another step at the moment. He wants to save ’is strength for later, that ’e does. I don’t know how ’e’s going to manage on that boat.’

‘Darius’ll be there – and me. We can make sure he takes it easy.’

Maryann was tensed with anticipation. After the events of last night and now this waiting she felt very churned up and unsettled. And she was dreading having to say goodbye to Nance. If only
they could just go, be there on the
Esther Jane
without all this to-do!

The afternoon crawled by. Nance declared she wasn’t going to lift a finger that day to do anything in the house. There’d be plenty of time for that when they’d all gone.
Maryann thought of Nance’s days stretching ahead, full of work, just her and Mick, and she pitied her terribly. Nance had a home and a husband all right, but her life seemed so empty.

They sat reminiscing that afternoon, each trying to take each other’s mind off the coming departure, laughing about their antics and Blackie Black with his barrow.

‘Poor old Dad,’ Nance said. ‘Never managed much with ’is life neither, did ’e? ’E was always on about how ’e was going to get us out of Ladywood to
somewhere better – soon as ’e had a shilling on him ’e was off down the pub.’ She shook her head. ‘The old sod. I can ’ardly stand to go and see ’im.
’E ain’t going anywhere now.’ Blackie’s health was failing week by week. ‘It’s a good job our mom’s got all the boys to bring in some money.’ She
looked across at Maryann. ‘You not going to go and see yer mom again before yer go?’

Maryann bit her lip. ‘I can’t, Nance. Mom’s made it clear what her attitude is to me. Tony said she’s never said a word about seeing me and I ain’t crawling to her
again if she don’t want me.’

‘But what about Amy and Margaret – if you told ’er what’s happened to Mr Griffin?’

‘It makes no difference now. It’s too late, Nance. She daint believe anything I said when it really mattered. Joel’s my family now – ’e was always the one who was
good to me in any case. Me and Mom were never close.’

Nance stared at her, smiling gently, her old friend with her wayward black hair and face that was still rather impish even now, in her twenties.

‘You – a bargee – I can’t believe it.’

‘We ain’t bargees.’ Maryann sat up straighter. ‘We’re Number Ones. Well – we were. I’ll miss yer, Nance – but I’ll be back. We always were
best pals, eh?’

Late in the afternoon, when the waiting was becoming almost unbearable, at last there came a tap at the door. Maryann saw Nance’s face tense up as Joel opened the door
and they all saw Darius’s stern features lifted into a rather flustered smile.

‘At last!’ Joel cried. ‘I thought them moty boats was s’posed to be quicker.’

Darius stepped in, acknowledging everyone with a nod. ‘The trouble I’ve ’ad with the bloody thing – there’s been many a time today I’d’ve said
we’d be better off going back to ’aving a horse any day. Once she got going though, she did put on a bit of speed. Takes getting used to I can tell you – she vibrates fit to shake
your teeth out! Anyway – I’ve got a load on so we’re all set. You ready then, are you?’

‘Can I get you a cup of tea, Darius?’ Nance asked softly.

‘Nancy.’ He nodded again, not meeting her eyes. ’Er – no ta. I think we’ll be getting on.’

Nance nodded. Maryann could tell how much it hurt her that Darius was being so distant with her, but what choice did he have?

‘Come on—’ she said briskly. The less drawn-out the farewells the better, she thought. ‘Let’s get moving. You got everything, Joel?’

She had her case with her things in and Joel had a small bundle. They had few possessions and even if they had had more, there was little space for anything on the
Esther Jane
.

When they had gathered themselves together, Nance suddenly untied her apron and said, ‘Look – I don’t want to say goodbye ’ere. I’ll come down with
yer—’

‘You sure that’s a good idea?’ Maryann asked anxiously. It just seemed like prolonging the agony.

‘It’s awright,’ Nance said staunchly. ‘I just want to see yer off properly.’

Darius said he’d brought the boat through to Gas Street as it was nearer, and he’d already picked up a load of brass fittings to take south the next day. There was only about half a
mile to walk. They took it slowly for Joel’s sake. Maryann was concerned about how very easily he tired. She walked ahead with him, and Nancy and Darius followed at a distance which increased
gradually as they went along. Maryann could just hear their voices, lowered, talking urgently. By the time they reached the cut, Nance was in tears. Maryann saw that while Darius was talking
earnestly to her, trying to comfort her, he refrained from putting his arm round her shoulders.

The sun was beginning to set, glinting on windows, casting gold on the dark water and turning the chimney stacks and warehouses round them into black silhouettes. They had to step across a
couple of other boats to reach the
Esther Jane
, turning their faces away, as was the custom, from the private living quarters of their occupants. When Joel stepped down into the
Esther
Jane
his legs almost gave way. Maryann caught him.

‘No work for you,’ she said. ‘You’ve got a lot of resting to do.’

But he sat beside the tiller, panting a little, and looked round in sheer delight. The boat was sitting quite low in the water, filled with sacks of brassware.

‘Home – at last. It’s felt like an eternity – ’specially in that ’ospital.’

‘Saved your life though,’ Darius said.

Joel nodded. ‘They did. But I reckon it was someone else ’ere coming back to me really did it.’ He laid his arm round Maryann’s shoulder. She nestled into his embrace,
though painfully aware of Nance’s presence. They were all squeezed in at the back together. ‘You’ll ’ave to show me what they done to ’er.’ Joel eyed the new
chimney of the Bolinder motor jutting out of the
Esther Jane
’s cabin roof. ‘When I’ve got my breath back.’

There was an awkward silence. A sliver of cloud crossed the setting sun and for a moment a chill darkness passed over everything, the gold leeching out of the ripples.

‘Well,’ Nance said, with a huge effort at cheerfulness. ‘I’d best be getting back then. Get Mick’s tea or there’ll be trouble.’