The District Nurses of Victory Walk. Annie Groves

met me at the bus stop and we went to the cinema. He bought me an ice cream. He was a proper gent while the film was on, didn’t try anything on or nothing.’

      ‘What was the film like?’

      ‘Oh, it was scary, a girl gets trapped in a remote inn full of smugglers—’

      ‘Don’t tell me the whole plot, I might read the book soon,’ Alice interrupted.

      ‘All right, keep your hair on. You did ask. Anyway it was a great yarn, you’d like it. It was romantic, too, but I shan’t tell you why or it’ll spoil it. He did hold my hand a bit at the end.’

      ‘The film must have finished ages ago,’ Alice said. ‘What happened then?’

      ‘We went for fish and chips. He bought them, he’s very generous. Then we went to the pub to meet some of his friends.’

      ‘Edie, have you been drinking?’ Alice was wide awake now. ‘With someone you hardly know?’

      Edith shifted a little. ‘Don’t worry, I only had lemonade. I’m not daft. He introduced me to his friends and they all seemed to like me. He’s a boxer, you know.’

      ‘A boxer?’

      ‘Yes, just amateur for now, but he thinks he’s going to make it big.’ Edith nodded. ‘Imagine! He could be famous. He’s already been in the local paper. This is just the start, he says.’

      ‘Goodness.’ Alice didn’t know much about boxing and wasn’t sure what to say. It sounded like a dangerous hobby.

      ‘Then he walked me all the way home. We couldn’t stop talking. You know sometimes you run out of things to say to someone – well, it wasn’t like that at all. You’d like him, Al. He knows lots of stuff.’

      ‘Maybe,’ said Alice.

      ‘I said we’d meet him, you and me and Mary, and he’ll bring along his friends.’

      ‘I don’t know …’

      ‘Oh, don’t be a spoilsport, Al. You’d have fun. You can’t hide away with your books for the rest of your life. Not after Mark and everything …’

      Alice pushed back her hair behind her ears. ‘I’m not hiding away. I just like a nice night in with my books. We’ll see. I’m sure Mary will go out with you. Anyway, how did you get back in? Isn’t it after curfew? Oh, Edie, not again!’

      Edith shook her dark curls. ‘No, no, it’s fine – I was just in time. About thirty seconds to go, I reckon. I was very careful. Even so, I crept along so I wouldn’t wake Gwen or Fiona. So it’s all turned out fine.’

      ‘You were lucky though.’

      ‘That’s me,’ said Edith confidently. ‘Look, I’ll leave you to sleep.’

      ‘Don’t you want to know about your patient, the postman?’ Alice wondered.

      ‘Tell me tomorrow. Night night.’ Edith slipped out of the room as quietly as she’d come in.

      Alice was left to try to get back to sleep, noting that Edith hadn’t asked what sort of evening she’d had. But then, she hadn’t tried to tell her. Maybe she should have mentioned meeting Joe, and his offer to find her the book. Then again, perhaps she’d keep that to herself for the time being. It was hardly the same thing. And she couldn’t quite explain the sensation that thinking of him gave her – no longer anger, or righteous indignation, but something not quite describable either.