• Across the Barricades
  • Chapter 14



McCoy. "Not even our church says it's a crime."

"Oh I wasn't saying it's a crime," said Mrs MaloneKellyhastily. "It's
just that with tempers running highall the trouble round here and all that..."

Mrs McCoy folded the shirt neatly,laid it aside, reached for another.
She straightened her back, putting her hand to her hip.

"Are you all right?" asked Mrs MaloneKelly.

"Yes. Just/a bit tired."

"Come on ,let me do some of that for you."

Mrs McCoy protested, she did not like to sit a idle anyway, but Mrs
MaloneKellyinsisted. She was a good-hearted woman, thought Mrs McCoy, as
she sat back in the armchair to take a rest. She would always come if
you needed her. She had only had one child, Katethree children and Kate was the youngest sot that she had
more time to spare than most of the other women.

Mrs MaloneKelly slapped the iron up and down the irsoning board. The
clothes might be not be as smoothly pressed this time but no matter.
Mrs McCoy suddenly realised how tired she was. And she had a pain in her back.

"He's not going out with her now then,I take it?" asked Mrs MaloneKelly

"Not as far as I know. But I don't ask him where he's going every
time he goes out. He's too oldx for that."

"Oh, of course. But I was just wondering. He doesn't see much of
Kate now. They used to be that close at one time."

"I wouldn't think of asking him about Kate, MaloneKelly. And I'm
sure you'd agree that you and/I/shouldn't talk about them either."
Mrs McCoy gotstood up and stretchedrubbed her back. "Do you know, I think
I'm going to have to ask you to phone for the ambulance and take me

Joan Lingard
McCoy, Kate
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