• Across the Barricades
  • Chapter 19



heard the car.

"Well, this is a surprise," he said, nodding tosmiling atMike. Mike and Sadie sat down beside him, one/on either side. HeKevin frowned.
"Is there anything up?" he asked.

"I'm afraid so," said Mike.

There were a lot of mourners at the funeralIt was a big funeral. Mr Blake had been
well liked known and liked in the neighbourhood. Sadie sat with
Moira in her house watching the procession pass down the street.
She saw Kevin's dark head bent down, his face bleak below the dark fa ll
of hair. Sadie gulped, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Come on, honey," said Moira. "Have this cup of coffee."

Sadie took the cup and drank, like an obedient child. In the
last few days she had drunk more cups of tea and coffee than she
would have thought possible. It wa s something to do. She had never
known days could be so long. She went to bed exhausted at night and
wept in her pillow and wakened exhausted in the morning to think at once of Mr Blake.

"It doesn't seem possible." she said.

Moira sank inot an armchair. She, too, looked tired and worrieddrawn.
The children were staying with her mother in the country who was
worried in case the bomb thrower might choode the Hendersons as his
next target. "It's a possibility after allYou never knowMoira" her mother had
said. "After all, you're a Catholic and Mike's Protestant. I told you
you'xxd have trouble some day. It's not that I'm not fond of Mike,
you knew that I am, but it would have been easier if he'd been Catholic."

Joan Lingard
Procession, Target
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