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  The Caldwell Girls

  Cover

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  About the Author

  Also by Rowena Summers

  Copyright

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  Table of Contents

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  Chapter One

  It seemed to take a miracle of planning nowadays, for the Caldwell girls to get together. This occasion had been planned for so long, and here they were, nearly through October. But now the whole family was together in their aunt’s big old house in Weston-super-Mare and, after the usual joyous greetings, they were all having very mixed feelings because today was a very special day.

  Imogen had managed to get leave, smart and elegant in her Auxiliary Territorial Service uniform (which Daisy thought was really rather a grand name for what everyone else referred to as the ATS), and everyone complimented her on the two brand new stripes on her sleeves. Elsie, still plump after the arrival of the baby, sat comfortably in their aunt’s old armchair, cuddling the baby, already nearly two months old. And Daisy couldn’t stop admiring her little niece, still marvelling that she had actually witnessed her birth without fainting right off. It was just the way a nurse should be, of course, but you could never account for feelings at such an emotional time.

  Their young brother Teddy was sprawled out on the hearthrug, clutching his dog and clearly unhappy about what this day meant. His father glanced at him and then spoke firmly. “Now, listen to me, all of you. None of us is going to be sad and miserable today. Baz will be scoffing in heaven if we all go around with gloomy faces. It’s not a wake and it’s not a funeral service. It’s a celebration of his life, despite the fact that it was a short one. Remember that it was a happy life, too. He lived it just as he wanted to, and we must do what’s right by him. Is that understood?”

  His sister endorsed his words. Rose was just as determined that this family reunion, no matter what the reason, was going to be something they would remember. In the circumstances it could hardly be called a party, but when they had been to church and Mr Penfold had said the solemn words of the memorial service and given Baz his blessing, they would come back to the house and have the best tea that money and rations could supply. It was so lovely that they were finally all together again – minus one. Well, minus two, Rose amended, since the children’s mother had also passed on.

  And in these uncertain times, the two older girls would be thinking about their partners, too. Imogen’s young man was heaven knows where with his tank regiment, and Elsie hadn’t heard anything from Joe since he’d been allowed a brief leave home to see his baby daughter. Rose knew it was best not to dwell on such matters, especially today of all days. “Let’s all get our hats and coats on,” she said briskly. “Your Uncle Bert will take you and Teddy in the car, Elsie, since you won’t want to carry the baby all that way to the church. The rest of us will walk.”

  She organised them all, the way she always did, and the three sisters managed to resist grinning at one another as they were all shepherded out of the house into the crisp October afternoon. They could almost imagine it was like days gone by, as they proceeded down the hill towards the Methodist church. Their father and aunt walked in front, with Teddy dragging his feet between them, still grumbling that he didn’t see why he couldn’t bring George with him, and Imogen and Daisy walked behind.

  “Don’t be daft, Teddy, you know very well you can’t bring a dog into church,” Daisy said with a giggle.

  “Why not?” Teddy sulked. “Doesn’t God like dogs?”

  “Of course He does,” Aunt Rose said smartly. “But George doesn’t like Mr Penfold, does he? I’m sure he wouldn’t be too pleased to have George snapping at his heels all the way through the service. Baz wouldn’t like it, either,” she added. “So come on, Teddy, and don’t dawdle.”

  Hearing her aunt’s sensible words, Daisy still felt a surge of disbelief that they were actually doing this. Marching down the hill in a small procession to a memorial service for her brother, who had been only seventeen years old when he was drowned jumping off a burning rescue ship off the coast of France during a German bombing raid. It was still so unbelievable…

  “Brace up, Daisy,” she heard Imogen say quietly. “We all have to be strong for one another today.”

  She hadn’t realised how her shoulders had drooped. “I know, but it’s not easy, is it?”

  Imogen squeezed her arm. “Just think of Baz the way he was. Always the joker in the family, wouldn’t you say?”

  Daisy began to smile. “Well, a bit of a tease, certainly.”

  “So let’s remember that and don’t let Daddy down. I hear Aunt Rose is thinking of taking in more evacuees. Hasn’t she had enough of them yet?”

  Daisy frowned, knowing her sister was neatly changing the conversation to take her mind off the real purpose of this walk. “Well, you’ll never believe it. She heard from Vanessa Brown’s billeting officer the other week. You know, the girl who was evacuated here before.”

  “The one you never got on with, sweetie,” Immy said with a grin.

  “Only because she was so precocious and a know-all.”

  “Takes one to know one, doesn’t it? And before you get that huffy look on your face, I’m only joking.”

  “Well, anyway, Uncle Bert was against having her back after the way she ran off and got a lift back to London with a lorry driver. Anything could have happened to her, but knowing Vanessa, of course, it didn’t.”

  “You sound as if you wanted something to happen to her.”

  Daisy looked shocked. “Of course I didn’t. I just think she was totally irresponsible, that’s all, and she caused Aunt Rose and all of us an awful lot of trouble. I can’t say I particularly want her back, but Aunt Rose has a very forgiving heart, so that’s that.”

  They were nearing the old Methodist Church now, bathed in autumn sunshine, the grounds a profusion of greenery and late-flowering shrubs. It looked serene and beautiful, and if there was any proper place to think about forgiveness, this was it, Daisy thought. So maybe it was time she did a little bit of forgiving, too, and try to forget that Vanessa Brown could be such a little snot-rag.

  “I wonder how she ever persuaded a lorry driver to take her to London,” Immy said.

  Just as quickly, Daisy forgot all her good intentions. “I daresay she dolled herself up to look older. She took some of my lipstick and face powder, and she could flounce about like Anna May Wong at the flicks when she wanted to.”

  “Good Lord, Daisy, I didn’t realise you were so jealous of her!”

  Daisy stopped walking, forcing Immy to do the same.

  “Jealous of her! I was no such thing! She’s just a kid.”

  “But a very pretty one, and obviously one that Aunt Rose thinks enough of to take her back. So why don’t we just forget about her for now?”

  They quickened their steps, and Daisy spoke defensively.

  “All right, but you should hear the rest of it. Apparently, the street next to theirs was bombed, and some neighbours were killed, and a lot of others injured. Vanessa never could stand the sight of blood. She almost fainted here once, when she cut her finger on the bread knife. I don’t think her mother wanted her back in the first place, but now the billeting officer says their own street has been wiped out, and both her parents are dead, and she’s asked to come back to us,” she finished baldly, not wanting to dwell on the horror of it.

  “Then perhaps you should show a little more compassion towards the poor kid,” Immy said, as they pushed open the gate and followed their family to the open door of the church, where the vicar was waiting for them.

  * * *

  They had decided against asking Mr Penfold back to the house for tea after the small service. This was a family affair, and he would only inhibit them, especially Teddy. And they were all determined to do as Quentin suggested, and make it more a celebration than a wake, and the baby’s gurgling presence did a great deal to relieve the tension.

  “I promised Joe I’d take Faith to see his parents soon,” Elsie told them. “I’d much prefer to wait until he could come with me, but it’s only natural that the Prestons want to see their first grandchild.”

  “And I keep telling her she should go as soon as possible,” her father put in. “The blitz isn’t going to go away in a hurry, and the sirens sound almost nightly now. Even when it’s a false alarm, it can be pretty unnerving.”

  “Well, you’re a proper Job’s Comforter, aren’t you?” Rose said smartly, inclining her head warningly towards Teddy. The excitable George had been banished to the garden while the baby was on the mat in front of the fireplace, and Teddy was doing his best to amuse Faith with a string of cotton-reels he had made for her, and avidly listening to the grown-ups’ conversation at the same time.

  “There’s no sense in shutting our eyes to what’s happening,” Quentin said. “I’ve told Elsie that if she wants to go to Yorkshire to visit Joe’s parents, I’ll go with her. It’s a long jou
rney to travel by train with a young baby.”

  Elsie sighed. “I know you’re right, but—”

  “Then that’s settled,” her father pushed ahead with the advantage. “Let’s have no more dithering about it, Elsie. Once you’ve contacted Joe’s parents, I’ll arrange for someone to take over at the shop for a week. It will also give me a chance to see Owen Preston while I’m in Yorkshire.”

  “I just wish I could let Joe know,” Elsie said, her head bowed so they wouldn’t see the worry in her eyes. “I wish he could be there, too.”

  Rose could see the atmosphere of her family reunion deteriorating fast. The trip to Yorkshire wouldn’t be so much a holiday as a duty visit for Elsie and Faith. Joe’s parents were still virtual strangers to her. And a business trip too, if Quentin intended seeing Owen Preston, the owner of Preston’s Emporium where Quentin was temporary manager while Joe Preston was away serving his country.

  “I’m sure you’ll hear from Joe soon,” she said briskly to Elsie. “No news is good news, remember—”

  “Oh, that’s the daftest thing anybody ever said!” Elsie burst out, in a rare display of anger and frustration. “No news is not good news! It’s exactly no news, just as we had with Baz, and look what happened to him!”

  “Is Joe going to get killed as well then?” Teddy said fearfully.

  “Of course he isn’t,” Imogen said.

  “Certainly not!” Uncle Bert boomed in unison.

  Elsie scooped up the baby from the mat, cuddling her into her chest and ignoring her protests at being snatched away from her new playmate. Elsie’s eyes burned as she glared at them all.

  “You all know that, do you? You’re all clairvoyants now, I suppose. Well, I don’t know it, and I won’t feel safe until Joe comes home again. And if you’ll all excuse me, my baby needs changing.”

  She rushed from the room with Faith while they were all digesting this unusual rage from Elsie, who was normally the most placid one of the family.

  “It’ll be post-natal effects. That’s what they call it,” Daisy said knowledgeably, having read some of the books about midwifery and childcare. “It’ll soon pass—”

  “Oh, do shut up, Daisy,” Immy snapped. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m going to see if she’s all right.”

  She found Elsie in Daisy’s bedroom. She had lain Faith on the bed, and was sitting beside her, absently stroking the baby’s cheek and staring into space with her hands clenched.

  Immy sat beside her and put her arms around her. “Darling, I’m sure it will be all right. I don’t hear from James nearly as often as I’d like to either, but this is what happens during wartime, isn’t it?”

  “How can you say it will be all right? You don’t know that, any more than I do. It wasn’t all right for Baz, was it? Even Daisy should understand it, too. Her young airman friend from Locking was killed, wasn’t he? None of us knows what is going to happen anymore. And I miss Joe so much, Immy. You don’t know what it’s like…” she said, starting to crumple.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “No, you don’t. You and James – it’s not the same for you as it is for Joe and me. He’s my husband – and there’s a difference.”

  Immy knew Elsie was being fiercely defensive of the fact that because they were married, she and Joe were the most intimate of lovers, and therefore no one else’s feelings or longings could ever touch theirs. But Immy’s did.

  “Elsie, darling,” she said hesitantly, “I do know. James and I spent a weekend together in London, and I do know what you mean. I don’t need to spell it out for you more any graphically, do I?”

  Elsie’s eyes widened. “You mean you and James?”

  Immy felt her face grow hot. She was the elder sister, but she was still unmarried, and therefore supposedly chaste. “That’s exactly what I mean, and I miss him so terribly, too. I wouldn’t normally confide such things to anyone.”

  “And I would never tell, but oh, Immy, how daring, and how brave of you.”

  Immy gave a rueful smile. “I wouldn’t call it brave or daring, really. It was just that we needed so desperately to be together, to feel that we really belonged, no matter what happened in the future.”

  “Yes. That’s just how it was when Joe and I decided to get married without letting any of the family know. When you love someone that much, it’s important to know that you truly belong.”

  “And whatever happens – not that I think anything bad will happen – you’ve always got Faith, haven’t you?” Immy went on, determined to lighten the charged atmosphere that neither of them quite knew how to break.

  Right on cue, Faith began kicking her legs in the air, gurgling and smiling, and the sisters both laughed, leaning over her and tickling her toes.

  Although Teddy Caldwell was eight years old now, he was still a very young and naive eight-year-old, not in a vacant way, but in a particularly loving way. There was still an innocence about him, and a wonder about life that was lacking in the young East End boys who had been evacuated to Weston-super-Mare a year ago.

  It was not their fault, of course, and neither were all the wartime evacuees full of aggression; some were frankly terrified at being wrenched away from everything they knew and loved, especially the very young and vulnerable ones, who were little more than babies being sent away for safety from the bombing. Some had come from privileged homes, and considered themselves far superior to their country hosts, and expected everyone in the South-West to have hayseeds sticking out of their mouths.

  But those who had been sent to Rose Painter’s home in Weston-super-Mare had come from poor homes and been brought up in a less than savoury atmosphere and had never quite been able to decide whether they cared for the other boy who was living there. Even though he was only Rose’s nephew, it still made Teddy part of the family, and not one of them.

  Teddy had been cosseted by his family ever since his mother died when he was only five. Sometimes Rose wondered whether it had been right or sensible to make such a pet of him, but because he was so much younger than the rest of his siblings, and so lost, it was one of the reasons she had opened her home to him in the first place, and later to the evacuees. That, and the more self-indulgent reason of not having children of her own, and being able to fill the house with laughter and squabbles and whatever else came with them, she admitted honestly. Even though Bert constantly told her the children were only on loan, and would have to go back one day, she still did it. And she hadn’t hesitated for a moment when she was asked to take Vanessa Brown back, even though the girl had caused them so much trouble in the past.

  Despite her sometimes caustic manner, Rose had a big heart, and fortunately a big, rambling old house for them all. In the days when it had been built, overlooking the town of Weston-super-Mare, it had been part of a grand area of elegant houses where the elite of the town lived, waited on by many servants.

  Such hierarchy was long gone now, and in any case, Rose and Bert weren’t that kind of people. They were just comfortably middle-class, willing to share that largesse wherever it was needed. And Daisy and Teddy were their own. They were family.

  Teddy had been bewildered and distraught after his mother died and needed care to recover from the trauma. Weston-super-Mare had seemed the perfect answer, and when Daisy had decided to come, too, and eventually to apply for a nursing career at Weston General, it seemed as if fate had been kind to Rose and Bert after all. There were more than enough children in the world to go around, and they had finally been blessed with a houseful. The evacuees were an added bonus, and if there was one thing in this world anyone could thank Hitler for, it was the chance to make a decent home for those who needed it most.

  Rose was angry with herself the moment the thought entered her head. There was nothing to thank Hitler for, least of all the fact that there were so many children far away from their parents, and those who would have no one to go home to, and they could only pray that the invasion would never happen.

  “I’m hungry! When are we having tea?” Teddy complained, bored now, and breaking into her thoughts. “I want to show Daddy my chickens before they go home, and it will be getting dark soon.”

  Rose shook herself. It was barely mid-afternoon and a long way before sunset, but the last thing Quentin needed would be to drive his girls and the baby back to Bristol after dark. She was tempted to ask them to stay, but she knew they wouldn’t. Stubborn, the whole lot of them, she thought, hiding a smile, and knowing that they were all tarred with the same brush.