‘Of course you are, darling.’
‘Anyway, Alan’s parents have got Alan’s cousin staying with them. He’s in the RAF but he’s on leave at the moment and, of course, Alan feels he has to include him in things, so I thought that Grace could partner him.’
‘Well, yes, darling, but Grace is a shop girl, remember, for all that she’s your cousin, and I wouldn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or embarrass you mixing with your friends at the Tennis Club.’
‘Oh, there’s no need to worry about that, Mummy.’
Vi was about to warn her daughter that, on the contrary, there was every need to worry if she was to make the right kind of impression with Alan’s parents, but before she could do so the doorbell rang.
Jean looked quickly and a bit anxiously at her brood. It was a hot day and both her husband and her son were beginning to look uncomfortable in their suits. Sam was even tugging impatiently at his collar.
‘Sam,’ she hissed warningly, but it was too late, the door was opening and Vi was standing there, her attention immediately focusing on Sam’s attempts to loosen his collar.
‘Jean. At last.’ Why was it that Vi so frequently managed to sound bossy and disapproving, Jean wondered ruefully.
‘We had to wait for a bus because the first one was full with it being such a nice day,’ she explained as she and Vi exchanged brief hugs.
‘Oh dear, yes. I tend to forget how unreliable public transport can be now that I’ve got both Edwin and Charlie to drive me wherever I need to go. Really I can’t think how we went on when we only had the one car, especially now that Bella has joined the Tennis Club and is so much in demand. Come on in, anyway. I thought we’d have tea outside, seeing as it’s such a lovely day.’
‘So that the twins don’t spill tea on her carpet again is more like it,’ Luke grinned, muttering his aside to Grace as they followed their parents into the house.
‘That wasn’t their fault,’ Grace whispered back. ‘It was actually Jack who spilled the tea but they took the blame for him.’
‘Poor little tyke. It’s hard to believe sometimes that Mum and Auntie Vi are twins, isn’t it?’
‘Very hard,’ Grace agreed feelingly.
‘We’ll go straight through into the garden, I think.’
Jean exchanged looks with Sam as they all trooped through her sister’s kitchen and out into the garden. They hadn’t, Jean noted, been invited to walk through the sitting room at the back of the house and out into the garden via the French windows that Vi had showed off to her so proudly when they had first moved into the house earlier in the year. But, of course, Vi hadn’t had her new carpets put down then.
The garden, its lawns shorn as short as possible and its flowerbeds weed free and rigidly immaculate, was empty, a white cloth flapping gently on the card table set up for the birthday ‘tea’ and six deck chairs drawn up in a straight line.
‘Where is everyone?’ asked Jean.
‘Oh, well, with you being late, Edwin said that he might as well catch up on a bit of work. He’s been ever so busy just lately, what with the business and then all his ARP duties and the council. He’ll be out in a minute, I dare say. Bella’s just run upstairs to change out of her tennis things, and Charlie’s with his father.’
‘And Jack?’ Jean asked.
Vi tensed. ‘He should be in his room doing his homework. His last report said that he spends far too much time daydreaming. Edwin’s completely out of patience with him, but I saw he’d sneaked outside into the garden earlier.’
Her voice suggested that Jack could expect to be punished for his transgression and Jean winced inwardly but knew better than to say anything.
‘Do make yourselves comfortable whilst I go and put the kettle on,’ Vi continued. ‘Bella will be down in a minute, I expect, Grace. Bella has got a lovely surprise for you. She’s such a wonderful daughter, Jean. She got me flowers for my birthday and a bottle of scent. Edwin bought me my new frock, of course.’
‘It’s lovely,’ Jean offered dutifully.
‘Pure silk,’ Vi told her proudly, adding, ‘Oh, here are Edwin and Charles.’
Vi’s husband and son were casually dressed in cavalry twill trousers and smart sports shirts, and looked cool and fresh.
‘Yes, do take your tie off if you wish, Sam,’ Vi offered, causing Jean’s face to burn a little at the recognition that her sister was patronising her family. That Sam knew it too was evident from the tight look of anger she could see hardening his mouth.
‘I’ll come with you and give you a hand with the tea, Vi,’ Jean began, only to be told firmly, ‘I’d prefer it if you called me Vivienne from now on, Jean. Mrs Lawson, who’s in charge of our local WVS group, was saying to me only the other week, when she asked me to be her deputy, what an elegant name Vivienne is and what a shame it is to shorten it.’
Luke and Grace exchanged mirthful looks before turning away to hide their amusement.
‘Got your papers yet, Luke?’ Charlie asked, coming over to join them as the two sisters headed for the kitchen.
‘No, but I’m expecting to get them any time,’ Luke answered. ‘What about you?’
Charlie gave him a knowing grin and a wink, tapping the side of his nose meaningfully. ‘No fear of me being called up. I’ve made a smart move and joined the TA. A chap I know told me that once you’re in you’re exempt from having to do your six months, and that means that I get to stay at home and attend TA sessions a couple of times a week, whilst other chaps who aren’t as on the ball end up being send hundreds of miles away to some godforsaken army training camp. You should think about doing it yourself, Luke. Dad reckons that there’s no chance of us going to war, no matter what the papers might say. He reckons Hitler will back down. Mind you, we’re not complaining about all the doommongers, not when we’re doing very nicely thank you out of it. We’ve got that much work on we’ve had to take on extra men. Course, that means that things are a bit of a doddle for me at the moment.’ He gave Luke and Grace another wink. ‘There’s not many pretty girls that say no to a spin in a brand-new car on a nice sunny day.’
‘I wouldn’t have thought that your father would approve of that,’ Luke told him.
‘No, I dare say he wouldn’t – if he knew.’
In the kitchen Jean dutifully admired the new linoleum floor Vi was pointing out to her.
‘It’s all very nice, Vi – I mean Vivienne – but I don’t know how I’d feel about not having an outhouse to do me washing in.’
‘Oh well, as to that, Edwin insists that we send everything to the laundry. He can’t abide having wet washing hanging all over the place. He’s even talked about getting someone in to do the heavy cleaning, especially now that I’m getting so involved with the WI and the WVS. Mrs Lawson has good as said that she wants me to be her second in command.’
‘I don’t know,’ Jean marvelled, shaking her head. ‘Remember how our nan used to carrying her washing down to the wash house?’
Vi’s face changed colour and she looked over her shoulder before pushing the door to and saying quickly, ‘I’m surprised at you bringing something like that up, Jean. It was a long time ago and it’s best forgotten.’
‘Well, I’m surprised at you, our Vi. Anyone would think you were ashamed of Nan now that you’ve moved to Wallasey. A hard worker she was, and proud as well, even if she and Granddad were poor.’