Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard089 Manuscript Children, Sunday English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard089 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard089_1.jpg LHL Archive 82 CHAPTER TEN Brede cleared up sthe mess of sand and water, put away a jigsaw, sorted out a jumble of toys. End of the day jobs. Not many children were left in the nursery now. Mothers had been coming in and out for the last half hour collecting their children. Brede kept an eye on the clock hoping that everyone would come on time and she would not be kept late. There were usually one or two mothers who rushed in at the last possible moment full ofindignantly spilling out tales andof delayed buses or being kept late at work. "Anything the matterwrong Brede?" asked the matron. Brede looked up, startled, from where she knelt on the floor amongst the toys. "Are you all right, Brede?" "Yes." Brede pushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "You've looked very troubled all day. Are you sure? Anything wrong at home?" "Well..." "Is it your mother? She must be getting near her time. Would you like to get away now. I'll finsih off for you." Brede thanked her, gratefully. She went up to the cloakroom and took off her overall. There would still be time for her to get across the town to the department store where Sadie worked. She had to wait for a bus and when it came it seemed to travel like a snail out for a Sunday stroll. The shop would shut at six, she hoped, not before. She must catch Sadie before she left. She alighted at the City Hall and ran through the crowds to the Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 934 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard090 Manuscript Brede, Prospect English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard090 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard090_1.jpg LHL Archive 83 department storeshop. At the enquiry desk she asked which department Sadie Jackson worked in. "Hat department." Hats were on the second floor. Brede woulddid not wait for the lift; she ran up the stairs and arrived in the quiet hush of the hat depart- ment with a stitch in hers side. There was no sign of Sadie. An middle-aged woman in a black dress was helping a customer try on a large yellow picture hat. "Madam, it's absolutely perfect!" decalared the saleswoman. "It shows off your face beautifully." Madam did not seem so sure. She twisted this vay and that; looking at herself in the mirror from every angle. Brede circled round the hat stands, unable to imagine Sadie in such a settingplace. "It really is your colour, madam." The saleswoman looked over her shoulder at Brede. She ran her eyes over Brede's rather shabby summer dress and scuffed sandals and obviously did not consider her to be much of a prospect for the sale of a picture hat. Brede blushed a little but stood her ground. "I don’t know..." The customer fingered her chin, and then suddenly made up her mind. She whipped off the hat. "No, I think I’ll leave it for today, thank you." "That's all right, madam," said the saleswoman, stiff-lipped. She began to gather up the dozen or so hats that the customer had been trying on for the past half-hour. Brede approached her nervously. "Excuse me..." Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 935 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard091 Manuscript King Billy, Gable Wall English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard091 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard091_1.jpg LHL Archive 84 "I'm afraid we're about to close." "It's not that. I don't want to buy a hat." "I didn't think you did." The saleswoman bundled several hats in to a drawer. "I'm actually looking for Sadie Jackson." "You won't find her here, I fire She got the sack this morning," said the woman triumphantly. Brede fled from the shop. How was she to see Sadie now? There was only one place where she knew she could find her. She knew the name of Sadie's street, and that her house was the end one, with a mural of King Billy i on its gable wall. Kevin had told her that. She had never been in the street herself before. Three years ago, when they had first come to know the Jacksons, it had been Kevin and Brian Rafferty who had made forays across into Protestant territory. Sadie had come b to their street, but then Sadie was brave and it took a great deal to daunt her. She had admired the coolness with which Sadie had sat in their kitchen after she had been caught writing Down with the pope, Long liev King Billy, King billy was here on their kitchen table. Brede advanced in to the warren of Protestant streets with her heart beating. It was unlikely that anyone would recognise her she knew that, but still she felt a tug of fear at her heart.+ over She went down one street, turned into another, looked at the name, could not find the right one. She would have to ask. She saw a small shop On the corner, stood a small shop with an open door. She went inside, picking her way between crates of lemonade and milk and bags of porridge. There was only one customer, a woman with her hair in Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 936 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard092 Manuscript No surrunder English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard092 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard092_1.jpg LHL Archive + The houses were very like her own, small, brick, terraced, back-to-back, but the signs on the walls were different. LONG LIVE KING BILLY. DOWN WITHKICK THE POPE. NO SURRENDER. When a child turned suddenly in front of her, and shouted, she thought he was ging to point his finger at her and call outshout, "She's a Mick. Come and get her!" But he looked to the side of here and called to another boy further back. Brede passed him, face hot, lips dry. Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 937 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard093 Manuscript McConkey, Mullet English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard093 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard093_1.jpg LHL Archive 85 rollers and high-heeled shoes on her swollen feet. She was being served by a woman with an enormous bosom that rested on the counter They both eyed her, knowing at once that she was strange to the xx area. Brede swallowed. "It'*'s all right, Mrs McConkey, you can serve this girl first. I'm in no hurry.” "As long as you're aresure Mrs Mullet.” Mrs McConkey looked at Brede. "What can I get you then?” "Bar of milk coh chocolate,” said Brede quickly. She took the money from her purse. She had just enough to pay for it. Mrs McConkey shuffled over to the shelf, took down the bar of chocolate and shuffled back to the counter again. It gave Mrs Mullet plenty of time to examine Brede. Brede passed over the monejt. As she moved towards the door she paused and said asked where thefor directions to Sadie's street. she was looking for was. "I live there,” said Mrs Mullet. "Hang on a minute and I'll walk you along. Just give me six eggs, Mrs McConkey, and I'll pay you tomorrow.” Mrs McConkey passed the eggs over reluctantly. "Thanks a lot.” Mrs Mullet said to Brede, "Come on then and I'll show you the way. Are you looking for anyone in particular?” "Well... actually, the Jacksons' house.” Mrs Mullet stopped on the pavement. "The Jacksons? Fancy that, they're old friends of mine. Their son Tommy's walking out withcourting my Linda." Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 938 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard094 Manuscript King William, 1690 English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard094 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard094_1.jpg LHL Archive 86 "That’s nice." Brede moistened her lips, wishing her that her throat was not as dry and her heart not beatingthumping quite so loudly. Mrs Mullet tripped across the road on her spiky heels, Brede finding difficulty toin walking slowly enough to stay with her. "Is it far?" she asked. "Just the next street." The next street! Why couldn't the woman have said so and saved her all this waste of tiem. Of course she knew very well why. Mrs Mullet was determined to find out as much as she could in the few yards available. "Don't come from round here,do you?" "No." "Known the Jacksons long?" "No. " "Is it Sadie you're looking for?" "Yes." "Work with her, do you?" Brede tipped her head, as if in assent. They passed a mural of King William astride his white horse, with Remember 1690 written belwow. This must be the house. Mrs Mullet took her round the corner and rang the bell. "Please don't bother," said Brede. "No trouble." Mrs Mullet pushed open the doorx and called out, "Anyone in? Iit You've got a visitor." It was Tommy who came to the door. He looked at Brede and then at Mrs Mullet. Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 939 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard095 Manuscript Brede, Neighbours English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard095 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard095_1.jpg LHL Archive 87 I met Sadie's friend in the shop so I brought her round." Tommy continued to stare at Brede. "Who is it, Tommy?" Mrs Jackson called from within. "Friend of Sadie's," Tommy called back^, pulling the door to behind him. He looked at Mrs Mullet. "Thanks then, Mrs Mullet." he said. She was dismissed. She took her time todid not hurry across the street, and when she reached the opposite pavement her shoe came off a and she had to spend considerable time putting it on. "What is it, Brede?" Tommy spoke quietly, a frown creasing his brow. "I haven't come to cause trouble," she said. "I know that. Don't be sillydaft. It's nice to see you."But you're very pale" "I wantAnd you." She smiled. "But I came to see Sadie. I must. Is she in?" Tommy nodded. "She's upstairs getting ready to go out. You've just caught her. I fancythink she's going to meet Kevin, but I don't know. "She is. That's why I want to speak to her." "Wait here. I'll get her." Brede stood in close to the houses, aware that the Mullets netlace curtain was being held back and two pairs of eyes were watching her. Sadie came quickly. "What's up Brede?" she asked. "Can we go somewhere? Somewhere we can talk." Sadie pulled the door shut behind her, and together they walked up the street. "Your neighbours are watching," said Brede. Sadie turned and waved at the Mullets house. The netlace curtain Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 940 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard096 Manuscript Bruises, Stitches English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard096 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard096_1.jpg LHL Archive dropped. Brede laughed, forgetting her troubles for a moment. "You haven't changed much, Sadie. I'm glad." "It's great to see you, Brede. But I haven't got long. I'm meeting Kevin at half seven." "I know. That's what I want to talk to you about." Sadie sighed. "You're not going to try to talk me out of seeingh him too, are you? I've had Tommy at me already. It's not that he'd got anything against Kevin, you know that. But it's peace at any price for him!" "Peace would be nice," aid Brede. "Sometimes the price is too high." "Sometimes the price is high the other way too." Sadie glanced at Brede and frowned. "We'll got to a little cafe further along the main street. No one'll bother us there." The cafe was empty. Sadie bought two cups of coffee and they sat at the back of the shop, their chairs clos e fas together. "I think you need a hot drink, Brede. You're dead pale looking." Brede took a sip of coffee before she spoke. "We had a shock last night." "Kevin?" asked Sadie swiftly. "Yes. He was beaten up." "2x Badly?" "Quite. A lot of bruises, and a cut on his head and his leg. He'd to get three stitches in his head." "OhK, my goodness!" Sadie gulped, put her hand to her mouth. Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 941 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard097 Manuscript Beaten up English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard097 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard097_1.jpg LHL Archive 89 "Is he all right?” "More or less. Mr Kelly found him lying outside the scrapyard late last night. He was unconscious. Mr Kelly called an ambulance and they look him to hospital.” "Is he/there now?" "They let him home this morning.” "Was it because of me, Brede? Was it?” "Yes, I think so.” Brede’s voice was scarcely audibly. Her eyes were unhappy. "Who did it?” "There were three of them. One was Brian Rafferty. He used to be Kevin's freind." "Three of them! Coawards! If I got my hands on them!” "They’d do the same to you." Sadie finished her coffee with one gulp. "Did he ask you to come and tell me?” "No. He doesn't know I’m here. He's going out to meet you, Sadie I know it.” Brede raised her eyes to Sadie's. "He'll not let you down. But I've come to ask you not to meet him.” "But that uould mean I’d be letting him down,” cried Sadie. "But you don't want him to be beaten up again, do you?” Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 942 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard098 Manuscript Proud, Afraid English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard098 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard098_1.jpg LHL Archive 90 "No. But - " "Then don't see him again. Please don't see him again," Brede pleaded. "You mean not even tonight?# Let him wait for there and me not come... He'd think I'd stood him up." "Sadie, it might be best. He's too proud to try to see you again if you don't see him. I know it's hard but it would be easier for him if he thought you'd given in. After all, he was beaten up." It seemedwas very quiet in the cafe. The proprietor had comegone through to the back room. The sound of the traffic from the street was curiously distant and remote. Sadie looked into Brede's pleading, anxious eyes, eyes the same colour as her brother's,dark brown, flecked with lighter specks. "I know it's hard," Brede repeated. Sadie felt a lump in her throat like a boil that was threatening to burst at any foment. "I don't know, Brede, I don't know..." I don't know anything at all, thought Sadie, I don't seem to know anything. I want to see Kevin and he wants to see me and all these people are trying to get between us. Everything in life had seemed straight-forward before: there had been chocices but she had never been afraid to choose and to choose what she felt was right. What was right here: to give in to Brian Rafferty and his friends and Linda Mullet and her family and all the restothers, or to do what she wanted to do? It didn't seem much to ask, to want to walk by the river to climb a hill with someone you liked Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 943 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard099 Manuscript Formica, Procession English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard099 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard099_1.jpg LHL Archive 91 "You don't want him to be hurt again, do you?" Brede was saying, cutting into her thoughts. "Of course not." "Then you won't see him?" Brede sat back. "I'm not sure." Sadie lifted her head. "I can't promise, Brede. I have to think about it." "Think carefully then." Brede stood up.She straightened her back, with her hand at the backside of her hip, the way her mother did when she was tired. "There's times when it might be all right for a Catholic boy to be walking out with a Protestant girl, but now's not one of them. And in streets like these. There's enough blood, Sadie, without any more getting shed." And with that, Brede left the cafe. Sadie stared at the sticky rims on the red formica-topped table. What Brede said was true. And Brede's motives were good. She liked Brede: that was why she had listened. If Linda Mullet had said the same things she would have walked out defaintly to meet Kevin McCoy. But now... Now what? She looked at the clock above the cafe counter. It said twentyTen minutes topast seven. In twenty mintues time Kevin would be standing by the river waiting for her, trusting that she would come. The cafe proprietor came back. "Another coffee?" he asked. She shook her head. She got up, pushed back her chair, walked out into the streets fresh air. There was noise a in the street. A procession was coming. She heard the tootle of the flutes and the Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 944 Chapter 10 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard100 Manuscript Sticks, Steve English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard100 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard100_1.jpg LHL Archive 92 banging of the drums. People came out of their doorways on to the pavement to watch. Everyone loved a parade, even though it was a commonplace enough event in a country such as this. An Orange Lodge was getting ready for the ’Twelfth'. In front came the drum majorettes stepping high, knees up, each girl in time to the music and in step with one anther. They wore short red skirts and white boots and twirled short sticks in their hands. once she had been a drum majorette; it had been one of her main ambitions when she was small to walk in the big parade. The procession drew level. SheSadie stood still. too There was nothing wrong with/a parade, music in the street, but it depended on what it was for. She saw Steve walking at the back. He winked as he passedwhen he saw her. Not a muscle of her face moved. WhenBy the time the procession had passed she had made up her mind. Text Joan Lingard Tuesday, September 6, 2016 - 10:49 945