• Across the Barricades
  • Chapter 2



"God help us, what times we're living in," she said, looking up
as they came in. "It's time they were doing something about them louts."
She slapped the paper with her hand, "ChuckingClodding stones at the British

"I don't think they like getting their houses searched," aid

Mrs McConkey lifted up her bosom from the counter and straightened
her back
stared at him. "What side are you on anyway?"

"I was just making a comment."

"I think we'll have a couple of bars of milk cocooatechocolate, Mrs McConkey,"
said Linda, pointinag at the shelf. The continual talk of the troubles
bored her. As far as possible she didn't think about it. She
wanted to enjoy herself. She didn't want to throw stones or have
them thrown at her. They had done a bit of that when they were younger,
but as her mother said, it was not she who had ever wanted to get
mixed up in trouble like that, it was Sadie Jackson that had led her
into it.

Joan Lingard
British Army, Trouble
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