• Across the Barricades
  • Chapter 7



They walked round the path beside the sea. They met no one .
It was as if they had the whole world to themselves. "Wouldn’t it
be nice if we did?” said Sadie. They sat on the rocks and spun
stones through the waves vying with one another to see who could
reachthrow furthrst. "You’ve got a good a reachthrow for a girl,” said Kevin.
"They’re usually hopeless at throwing things.” Sadie threw another
stone skimming it closely through the waves. "You must have known
the wrong girls,” she said.

At midday she unpacked her bag. She had made up a picnic after
her mother had gone to bed the night before. Ham and cheese sandwiches,
cold sausages, crisps, little sponge cakes, and a bottle of Coca-Cola.

"I never imaginedFancy you being domesticated, ” said Kevin, watching with admiration.

”I'm not. But I like eatingmy grub.”

They were ravenously hungry afther their bathe., and the fresh salt air, blowing all around them as they perched on the rocks close to the sea. They ate the loteverything.

"There was supposed to be enough there for our tea as well,” aid Sadie.

"We won't worry about that.Who cares? I'll buy you a meal in a cafe. I've plenty money on meI'm loaded"

"So you’re rich eh?”

"Well, I got my pay yYesterday was payday. By Monday most of it’ll be spent. But tThat’s the way it goes.”

Joan Lingard
Girls, Monday
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