Alice, a sleepy creature in the big chair, was humble, even apologetic, as she struggled up to greet them. She felt she had no right to it when food and drink were spread about the floor and she was invited to join.
Then she remembered. She pulled out her thick roll of notes and, laughing, gave a hundred and fifty pounds to Philip. ‘On account,’ she said.
A silence. They stared. Then they laughed, and began hugging her and each other. Even Jasper put his arm round her briefly as he laughed, and seemed to show her off to the others.
‘Better not ask where,’ said Roberta, ‘but congratulations.’
‘Honestly gained, I hope,’ said Faye primly, and they started again, embracing and laughing, but this was as much, Alice knew, out of the exuberant excesses of emotion from the day’s energetic confrontations with Authority as because they were pleased for her.
‘All the same,’ said Faye, ‘we have to come to a group decision,’ and Roberta said, ‘Oh, balls, Faye, come off it. It’s all right…’
The two women exchanged a look; and Alice knew: they had been discussing it down there, and had disagreed. Bert said briefly, as though it really didn’t matter, and had not mattered: ‘Yes, as far as I’m concerned it is all right.’ Jasper echoed, ‘Yes, I agree.’
Pat said, ‘If course it is all right.’
Philip could not speak, for he would have wept; he was shining with relief, with happiness. And Jim: well, he was taking it, Alice could see, as a reprieve; she knew that nothing could ever seem, to Jim, more than a temporary good. But he was pleased enough. There was a warm good feeling in the room. A family…
The good feeling lasted through the meal, and while Alice took them to the kitchen to show them its cleanliness.
‘A wonder, she is,’ sang Faye. ‘Alice the Wonder, the wondrous Alice…’ She was tipsy and exhilarated, and everyone enjoyed looking at her.
Without Alice asking, Bert and Jasper lifted the cooker upright and stood it in its place against the wall.
‘I’ll get it properly fixed tomorrow,’ said Philip, contentedly.
They went together up the stairs, reluctant to separate for the night, so much of a group did they feel.
Lying along the wall, in the dark, Alice’s feet a yard from Jasper’s feet, she remarked dreamily, ‘What have you and Bert decided, then?’
A quick movement from Jasper, which she noted, thinking, I didn’t know I was going to say that.
He was lying stiffly, found out; that was how he had experienced what she had said.
‘Oh I don’t mind, Jasper,’ she said, impatient but conciliatory. ‘But you did discuss it, didn’t you?’
After a pause, ‘Yes, we did.’
‘Well, it does affect us all.’
A pause, Grudgingly. ‘We thought it mightn’t be a bad thing, having other people here. But they have to be CCU. Jim will have to join.’
‘You mean, Philip and Jim will be a cover.’
He said nothing. Silence means consent. She said, ‘Yes, and of course there’ll be more people coming in, and…’
He said fussily, ‘You aren’t to let just anyone come, we can’t have just anybody.’
‘I didn’t say, just anybody. But the others needn’t ever know we are IRA.’
‘Precisely,’ said Jasper.
And then she remarked, in her dreamy voice and to her own surprise, ‘With the comrades in 45, I wonder…’ She stopped. Interested in what she had said. Respectful of it.
But he had shot up on his elbow and was staring at her in the half-dark, where headlamps from the road moved light across the ceiling, the walls, the floor, so they were both irregularly illuminated. He was silent. He did not ask: How do you know about the other house? or say, How dare you spy on me? – things that had been said often enough in the past; until he had learned that she could do this: know, without being told.
She was thinking fast, listening to what she had said. So, Bert and Jasper had been next door to 45, had they? There are comrades there? Yes, that’s it!
She said, ‘Did you just go there, on the off-chance, or – what happened?’
He replied stiffly, after a pause, ‘We were contacted. They sent a message.’
‘To you? To you and Bert?’
From his hesitation she knew that she had been included, but she did not intend to make an issue of it.
‘A message came,’ he said, and lay down.
‘And you and Bert and – the comrades there, decided we should have more people in, as a cover.’
Silence. But she knew he was not asleep. She let a few minutes go by, while she thought. Then she changed the subject, saying, ‘Quite soon people are going to have to start making a contribution. So far I’ve paid for everything.’
‘Where did you get that money?’ he asked at once, reminded about it, as she had intended.
She had it ready for him; she leaned over in the dark and handed him some notes.
‘How much?’ he demanded.
‘Fifty.’
‘How much did you get?’
‘Ask no questions,’ she said, but would have told him had he asked, but he only said, ‘That’s right, squeeze the last blood out of them.’
She said, ‘Tomorrow I’ve got to tackle the Council. Will you get my Social Security?’
‘Right.’
They were both waiting for the sounds of love-making from next door, but Bert and Pat must have dropped off. Jasper and Alice had been lying tense, but now they relaxed and lay companionably silent, and Alice was thinking: We are together…This is like a marriage; talking together before going to sleep. I hope he starts telling me what happened today.
She did not want to ask, but she knew that he knew she craved to hear it all. And soon he was kind; he began to talk. She loved him like this. He told her everything, right from the beginning; how the seven of them had been on the train, they had bought sandwiches and coffee at the station, and had all crowded on the two seats facing each other and shared breakfast. Then how they went by taxi to the printworks. The taxi-driver had been on their side, he had said, ‘Good luck’ as he drove off.
‘That was nice,’ said Alice softly, smiling in the dark.
And so they talked, quietly, Jasper telling everything, for he was good at this, building up word-pictures of an event, an occasion. He ought to be a journalist, thought Alice, he is so clever.
She could have talked all night, because of course she had slept a long time. But he fell asleep quite soon; and she was content to lie there, in the quiet, arranging her plans for the next day which, she knew, would not be easy.
When she woke Jasper was not there. She ran to the top of the house, and looked into the four rooms where she had left all the windows open. The two rooms where the horrible pails had been were already only rooms in which people would soon be living. But she had not come for that. On two of the ceilings were sodden brown patches, and having