When I went to pay, I tried to take my mind off things, and I looked at the tattoo on Cheryl’s wrist whilst she was searching for change in the till.
‘It’s a lovely name,’ I said. ‘Alice. I had an aunt called Alice a long time ago.’
When I spoke, she dropped the coins on the floor. It took her an age to collect them all, but when she had, she stood back up again and looked me right in the eye for the first time.
‘Thank you so much, Miss Claybourne,’ she said.
‘You’re very welcome, Cheryl,’ I said back. Although I wasn’t even sure what it was she was welcome to.
After I’d left the hairdressers, I went to the little shop near the main gates. I thought I might have a look around. Treat myself. I knew Ronnie wouldn’t be in there, because Miss Bissell allowed him to go to the supermarket all by himself. I’d seen him. Walking across the courtyard, weighed down by carrier bags. Although what he finds to buy in there, I couldn’t tell you. I thought perhaps Jack or Elsie might be around, though, and we’d all be able to walk back to my flat together.
It was empty, as it happened. Just the man behind the counter, who doesn’t look up when he’s serving you, let alone when you walk in. I used to try and pass the time of day, but then I noticed he wears those little headphones in his ears, and half the time he isn’t even listening.
‘I’m just having a browse,’ I shouted, when I walked in. ‘Don’t mind me.’
And he didn’t.
I did my best, but it’s difficult to browse in a shop that small. There’s only so long you can stare at a loaf of bread. Qwick Stop, it’s called. I’ve had it out with Miss Bissell on many an occasion, but she says it’s out of her remit. I don’t really know what a remit is exactly, but you can guarantee if Miss Bissell has one, it stretches as far as she damn well wants it to. The shop is all primary colours and bright lights, although it still looks tired, like it needs a good bottoming. It sells basics. Aisles full of milk and bread, and lavatory paper. They have a freezer packed with ready meals and ice cream, and a little display of cakes and biscuits. I studied the display for as long as I could, before the man started peering round the till. In the end, I plumped for the Battenberg. It’s nice to have a bit of cake in, just in case you have an unexpected visitor, and you can’t go wrong with a Battenberg. Although I did think I might still have one unopened in a tin somewhere.
When I went to pay, the man had taken his earphones out, but he still shouted, ‘One pound seventy-four pence.’ I shouted, ‘Thank you,’ back again. I was putting the change in my purse when I said, ‘Would you like me to go round and give everything the once-over?’ He stared at me.
‘Would you like me to give the shelves a clean?’ I said.
‘We have a cleaner, thank you.’
‘You don’t have to pay me,’ I said. ‘I’m free now, as luck would have it. I could soon get started.’
‘That won’t be necessary,’ he said.
I was about to point out a few things to him, and explain how necessary it actually was, when the girl with the plait came in. She wasn’t wearing her uniform, but she was wrapped into a scarf and wearing a coat that was at least two sizes too big for her.
‘Are you looking for me?’ I said.
She frowned and shook her head, and put three bars of chocolate on the counter.
‘Hungry?’ said the man. He didn’t shout this time.
‘I just fancied something sweet,’ she said.
I smiled at her. ‘I’ve just bought a lovely Battenberg. Why don’t you come over. I could put the kettle on. Cut you a slice?’
She looked at me over the scarf. ‘No thank you, Miss Claybourne,’ she said.
‘You’d better hurry,’ I said, ‘before it all goes.’ I gave a little laugh, but she didn’t answer.
I waited a bit, but they started talking about something they both watch on the television, and I couldn’t really join in, so I left them to it. I took the long way around the courtyards. I sat on one of the benches for a while, and looked up at the windows of my flat. I’d left the lights on, but you still couldn’t really see much from the outside, even when you stood and craned your neck. I was going to go up there, but then I thought I should call in at the residents’ lounge. Check the noticeboard. I hadn’t looked at it since I’d had my hair done, and they might have pinned up something important.
When I walked in, Jack was laughing at some television programme he had on at full volume, and Elsie was sitting in the corner and watching the birds through the French windows. I went over to the noticeboard, although nothing had changed, but neither of them spotted me. They wouldn’t have seen me at all if I hadn’t gone to the coffee table to find a magazine I wanted to take home.
‘Florence!’ Jack shouted over all the canned laughter. ‘What have you been doing with yourself?’
I didn’t bother looking up. ‘I’ve had my hair done.’
‘Of course you have,’ he said. ‘Of course you have. Very fetching.’
‘I just wanted a magazine. I’ve got lots to do, I need to be on my way.’
‘Why don’t you take your coat off? Stay here a bit?’ he said.
‘No, you’re busy.’ I nodded at the television.
I’d got as far as the door when he shouted to me. ‘Florence,’ he said. ‘You’ve forgotten your magazine.’
When I went back, he reached for the remote control and turned off the television programme. ‘Do me a favour and keep me company for a bit?’
‘I thought you were watching that,’ I said.
‘Only until someone better came along.’ He pointed to the other armchair.
Elsie shouted from the corner, ‘For heaven’s sake sit down, you’re making the room look untidy.’ And she shook her head and laughed.
‘Just for a bit then,’ I said. ‘But I can’t stay for many minutes.’
I told them both as I was taking my coat off.
‘He found out where I was,’ I said, as I pulled at one of the sleeves. ‘He researched me.’
‘He was probably just talking about tracing his family tree.’ Elsie looked at me over the top of a cup. ‘It’s easy to get the wrong end of the stick in a hairdressers. All those strong smells and running water.’
‘No,’ I said, ‘he came looking. He wanted to find me.’
‘And why would he want to do that?’ Jack said.
I thought I saw Elsie shake her head very slightly.
‘Because of what happened,’ I said. ‘Because of what happened to Beryl.’
Elsie was definitely shaking her head now, but I decided I wasn’t forced to take any notice.
Elsie says I can’t help myself. She says I’ve always been the same. She says my mouth runs away with me, and before anyone realises, I’ve said everything there is to say.
‘Some things are better left in the past,’ she says, ‘but all you want to do is dig them up again and show everybody.’
‘Beryl was Elsie’s sister,’ I said to Jack. ‘Something happened to her. Something terrible.’
‘Jack doesn’t want to hear about that,’ Elsie said. ‘Why don’t you tell him about the factory instead?