Blackout. Part 15

"Bethnal Green."

"Oh. I'm going to go bathe before they get back." She took off her jacket and started for the door.

"Wait," Fairchild said. "You can't go yet. You still haven't told us what you heard."

"Oh, yes, I nearly forgot. I went to the motor pool, and they told me Bela would be ready tomorrow, which is what they always always say." She undid her skirt, stepped out of it, and began unb.u.t.toning her blouse. "And I said we say." She undid her skirt, stepped out of it, and began unb.u.t.toning her blouse. "And I said we must must have it today, and that I'd be willing to wait." She shrugged out of her blouse and stood there in her slip, her arms akimbo. "But have it today, and that I'd be willing to wait." She shrugged out of her blouse and stood there in her slip, her arms akimbo. "But that that was a mistake. All they wanted to do then was stand about and chat me up." was a mistake. All they wanted to do then was stand about and chat me up."

I can imagine, Mary thought. Talbot was not only pretty, she had a stunning figure. It was easy to see why she'd been engaged four times. "So I finally went across to the canteen to have a cup of tea, and Lyttelton was there waiting to drive a captain a.s.signed to Coastal Defences back to Dover-"

She definitely knew about the V-1s. Coastal Defences had known that the Germans were planning to send over unmanned rockets for weeks. They'd been sworn to secrecy, but obviously the captain had told his driver, and she'd told Talbot.

"And you won't believe believe what she told me," Talbot went on. "She said that Captain Eden's what she told me," Talbot went on. "She said that Captain Eden's married married. To a WAAF."

"Captain Eden who took you to Quaglino's last week?"

"And to the Savoy the week before that, and and rang me up three days ago to ask me to a play." rang me up three days ago to ask me to a play."

"The cad," Fairchild said fervently.

"A complete bounder," Talbot agreed. "And it was a play I desperately wanted to see. On the other hand, he was a dreadful dancer, and this will give me a chance to go out with an American who hopefully will be so smitten he'll present me with a pair of nylon stockings." She slung a towel over her shoulder. "Ta ta, I'm off to bathe," she said and left.

"And I need to show you the rest of the post," Fairchild said. "You can unpack later. We haven't much time."

And I haven't either, Mary thought, following her, because even though Talbot hadn't known about the V-1s, the returning girls definitely would. Fairchild had said they'd gone to Bethnal Green, and that was where the second V-1 had fallen, damaging a railway bridge. So she'd been right, they had been sent out to collect fragments. That meant an "applecart upset" must be an incident. But why would Talbot have said she wished she'd gone with them?

"This is the common room," Fairchild was saying, "and that's the door to the cellar. Our air-raid shelter is down there." She opened a door onto a steep descending staircase. "Though we never use it. The siren's only sounded once in the past three months, and that was when some children broke into the Civil Defence post and cranked it up for a lark."

There hadn't been any sirens last night? But that couldn't be right. The sirens had definitely sounded for all four V-1s. A ten-year-old planespotter had carefully written down the times of every alert and all clear in his log. They must not have been able to hear them here in Dulwich.

"And now that our boys are in France, we shan't have to worry about any more air raids," Fairchild said. "The war can't last much longer-" She stopped, listening. Mary heard the slam of a car door and then voices.

"The girls are back," Fairchild said, hurrying into the corridor.

A trio of young women in FANY uniform were coming in from the garage, their arms full of clothing. "I still say we should have got that ecru lace," the first one, a chunky blonde, was saying to a tall redhead.

"It was too small," the redhead said. "Even Camberley couldn't get the slide fastener up."

"Grenville might have been able to let it out for her," the blonde said.

"Were you successful, Reed?" Fairchild asked.

"Only partly," the redhead said, coming into the despatch room and dumping the clothes she held onto the sofa. "We were only able to snag one evening frock."

"And Camberley was nearly killed getting that," the blonde said. "She had to fight two girls from Croydon's St. John's Ambulance for it."

"But I won," the third one, a tiny elfin-looking girl, said. She pulled a floor-length pink net frock out of the pile and held it up triumphantly. "Champion of the St. Ethelred Applecart Upset."

Which solved one mystery. An applecart upset was slang for a clothing exchange. Exchanges had been common during the war, a result of rationing and the shortage of fabric, which was all being used for uniforms and parachutes.

"It's a bit short," the redhead Reed said, "but there's a good deal of fullness in the skirt we can use to add a ruffle, and-" She stopped. "Who's this?"

"Lieutenant Mary Kent," Fairchild said. "Kent, this is Captain Maitland," she pointed at the chunky blonde and then at the redhead and the elfin one, "Lieutenant Reed, and Lieutenant Camberley. Kent's our new driver. Headquarters sent her from Oxford."

"You're joking!" Maitland said.

"I told told you the Major'd pull it off," Camberley said, "even if it is a bit late. I'm afraid you've missed all the fun, Kent." you the Major'd pull it off," Camberley said, "even if it is a bit late. I'm afraid you've missed all the fun, Kent."

"If you were stationed in Oxford," Reed said, "then you must know-"

"Never mind that," Talbot said, coming in in a bathrobe with her hair wrapped in a towel. "I want to see what you got. Pink? Oh, no, I look dreadful in pink. It washes me out so. Still," she said, s.n.a.t.c.hing it up, "it'll be better than the Yellow Peril for Sat.u.r.day."

"You're not not wearing it Sat.u.r.day," Camberley said. "I risked life and limb going up against those St. John's girls. wearing it Sat.u.r.day," Camberley said. "I risked life and limb going up against those St. John's girls. I I get to wear it first." get to wear it first."

"Evening frocks are in short supply," Fairchild explained, "so we all share. We've been making do with the Yellow Peril and the dress Sutcliffe-Hythe wore for her presentation at court. We dyed it lavender, but it came out rather streaky."

"It can only be worn to very very dark nightclubs," Reed said. dark nightclubs," Reed said.

"But I must must wear the pink," Talbot said. "It's the Ritz. I've already worn the Yellow Peril there twice." wear the pink," Talbot said. "It's the Ritz. I've already worn the Yellow Peril there twice."

"Who's taking you to the Ritz?" Reed demanded.

"I'm not certain yet. Possibly Captain Johnson."

"Johnson?" Reed asked. "Is he the handsome one with the das.h.i.+ng mustache?"

"No," Talbot said, holding the pink frock up against her and looking at it in the mirror. "He's the American one with access to the PX," and Mary should have been delighted with the conversation. It was a perfect example of pre-rocket ambulance-post life. But why hadn't they heard about the V-1? Surely one of the Bethnal Green ambulance crew would have mentioned it.

Don't be silly, they weren't there, she told herself. They'd have been up since half past four, administering first aid and transporting victims-there'd been six casualties-to hospital. They wouldn't have then gone blithely off to a clothing exchange.

But even if they hadn't been there, surely someone someone would have mentioned hearing an explosion. Or the siren, if, as Fairchild said, they hadn't heard one for months. Unless, she thought, watching the FANYs pa.s.s around the pink frock and a pair of worn dancing slippers they'd obtained, they'd been so intent on finding clothes that they hadn't spoken to anyone else? would have mentioned hearing an explosion. Or the siren, if, as Fairchild said, they hadn't heard one for months. Unless, she thought, watching the FANYs pa.s.s around the pink frock and a pair of worn dancing slippers they'd obtained, they'd been so intent on finding clothes that they hadn't spoken to anyone else?

"Haviland was there, and you'll never guess what she told me," Maitland said. "Do you remember Captain Ward? We met him at that canteen dance-dark wavy hair? Well, Haviland said he's mad about me, but he's been afraid to ask me out."

"I was able to find you a lipstick," Reed was saying to Talbot. "Crimson Caress." She handed her a gold tube.

"Thank goodness," Talbot said, taking off the cap and twisting it up to reveal a startling shade of dark red. "Mine was down to nothing. Did you get the black gloves?"

"No, but Healey and Baker were there, and they said their post is putting on a ragbag in July and that they're certain they saw a pair in among the donations. They told me they'd save them for us."

"What's Bethnal Green's post doing putting on a ragbag?" Fairchild asked.

"It's to raise funds for a new ambulance," Maitland said.

"Oh, no, don't let the Major find out, or she'll have us doing one," Talbot moaned, but Mary scarcely heard her. Bethnal Green's FANYs had had been there. been there.

Could I have got the date the V-1 a.s.sault began wrong? she wondered, but the times and locations had been implanted straight from the historical records. But if the V-1 she wondered, but the times and locations had been implanted straight from the historical records. But if the V-1 had had hit the railway bridge, how could they have failed to mention it? hit the railway bridge, how could they have failed to mention it?

"Look," Reed was saying. "I got a pair of beach san-" She stopped, listening. "I think I heard a motor," she said, darted out of the room, and returned. "The Major's back."

It might as well have been an air-raid siren. Reed and Camberley scooped up the clothes and swept them out of the room. Fairchild lunged for the phonograph, unplugged it, slammed down the lid, and thrust it into Maitland's hands. "Take this back to the common room," she ordered, and as Maitland left, wriggled into the jacket of her uniform. "Kent, hand me the Film News Film News. Quick," she said, b.u.t.toning her jacket.

Mary dived to unwedge the rolled-up magazine propping open the door and hand it to Fairchild, who jammed it into a file cabinet drawer, then leaped back to the desk just in time to sit down and then stand up again as the Major entered.

From all the comments, Mary had been expecting a gorgon, but the Major was a small, slight woman with delicate features and only slightly graying hair. When Mary saluted and said, "Lieutenant Mary Kent, reporting for duty, ma'am," she smiled kindly and said in a quiet voice, "Welcome, Lieutenant."

"I was just showing her round the post," Fairchild said.

"That can wait. a.s.semble the girls in the common room. I have an announcement to make," the Major said. Which meant the V-1s had hit on schedule after all, and the Bethnal Green FANYs, like the Coastal Defence officer, had been ordered not to say anything till an official announcement had been made. Which the Major was about to do.

And in the meantime she'd had the chance, in spite of having arrived late, to observe a cross-section of life at the post-a life which was about to change radically. It was already changing. The girls' solemn expressions as they gathered in the common room showed they knew something was up. Talbot had combed out her wet hair and got into uniform, and Fairchild had pinned her pigtails to the top of her head. They all stood at attention as the Major entered. "We are now entering a new and critical phase of the war," she said. "I have just returned from a meeting at headquarters-"

Here it comes.

"-where our unit received a new a.s.signment. As of tomorrow, we will be charged with transporting soldiers wounded in the Normandy invasion to Orpington Hospital for surgery."

Coughs and sneezes spread diseases-BRITISH MINISTRY OF HEALTH POSTER, 1940 1940

Warwicks.h.i.+re-May 1940

IT TOOK EILEEN NEARLY AN HOUR TO FILL UP THE THREE evacuees' paperwork for Mrs. Chambers, partly because Theodore announced he wanted to go home every thirty seconds. evacuees' paperwork for Mrs. Chambers, partly because Theodore announced he wanted to go home every thirty seconds. So do I So do I, Eileen thought. And if you hadn't arrived, I'd be back in Oxford now, persuading Mr. Dunworthy to send me to VE-Day And if you hadn't arrived, I'd be back in Oxford now, persuading Mr. Dunworthy to send me to VE-Day.

"I don't want to go home," Edwina, the elder girl, said. She looked as though she'd fit right in with Binnie. "I want to go in a boat like we was supposed to." don't want to go home," Edwina, the elder girl, said. She looked as though she'd fit right in with Binnie. "I want to go in a boat like we was supposed to."

"I want to go to the toilet," Susan, the younger one, said. "Now." want to go to the toilet," Susan, the younger one, said. "Now."

Eileen took her upstairs, then came back down to sign several more forms. "Do tell her ladys.h.i.+p thank you for all her hard work," Mrs. Chambers said, putting on her gloves. "Her dedication to the war effort is truly inspiring."

Eileen saw her out, then sent the children outside to play, took their luggage upstairs to the nursery, and ran up to her room for the third time. She changed out of her uniform, arranged the letter about her mother's illness and its envelope on the bed, and hurried downstairs. Ten past three. Good. The other children wouldn't be home from school till four, which meant she could take the road. She hurried around the corner of the house to the drive.

"Look out!" a man's voice called, and she looked up to see the Austin bearing down on her with the vicar in it and with-oh, no- Una at the wheel. Eileen leaped aside. Una at the wheel. Eileen leaped aside.

"No, the brake, the brake!" the vicar shouted, "That's the wrong-" and the Austin shot forward, straight at Eileen. Una flung her hands up, like someone drowning. "Don't let go of the-" the vicar shouted, grabbing for the steering wheel. The Austin slewed wildly sideways, grazing the skirt of Eileen's coat, and screeched to a halt mere inches from the manor. He leaped out. "Are you all right?" he said, racing over to Eileen. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"No," she said, thinking, That would absolutely tear it, being killed on my last day here That would absolutely tear it, being killed on my last day here.

"I'm having my driving lesson," Una called unnecessarily from the car. "Should I back up now?"

"No," the vicar and Eileen both said.

"That will be all for today, Una," the vicar told her.

"But, Vicar, it's only been a quarter of an hour, and her ladys.h.i.+p said-"

"I know, but I must give Miss O'Reilly her lesson now."

"Oh, but I-" Eileen began and hesitated, attempting to think what to tell him. She couldn't tell him she'd just had word her mother was ill. He'd insist on driving her to the railway station. But she didn't have time for a driving lesson either.

"Please," he whispered. "Don't make me get back in that car with her."

Eileen nodded, suppressing a smile, and walked over to the Austin with him. Una reluctantly got out. "But when will I have my my lesson, Vicar?" lesson, Vicar?"

"On Friday next," he said, getting in beside Eileen.

She started the car and started down the drive. "You're braver than I am, Vicar. Nothing could induce me to get into an automobile with her again."

"I plan to remove the distributor first," he whispered back.

I'm going to miss you, she thought, and wished she could tell him goodbye instead of sneaking away, but she was going to have enough difficulty even doing that. She must must think of some excuse to cut the lesson short. "Vicar, I-" think of some excuse to cut the lesson short. "Vicar, I-"

"I know, you're much too busy to waste an hour on a lesson you don't need, and I've no intention of inflicting one on you. If you'll just drive till Una's safely in the house, and then keep out of her sight for the next hour-"

I can do better than that, Eileen thought, driving out through the manor gates and onto the narrow lane.

"There's a good spot to turn round just after the next curve," he said.

She nodded and rounded the curve. Binnie and Alf were standing in the middle of the lane, making no effort to get out of the way. "Look out!" the vicar cried, and Eileen jammed on the brakes and brought the car to a skidding stop. Alf continued to stand there, staring stupidly at the car.

Binnie came up to the pa.s.senger side. "Hullo, Vicar."

"Binnie, why aren't you in school?" Eileen demanded.

"We was sent 'ome. Alf took ill. Can we 'ave a ride, Vicar?"

"No," Eileen said. "You're to go straight back to school."

Binnie ignored her. "The schoolmistress said to take Alf 'ome, Vicar. 'Is 'ead's fearful hot, and 'e feels ever so bad."

Eileen pushed the car door open, got out, and marched over to Alf. "He's not ill, Vicar. This is one of their tricks. Alf, why did you steal Miss Fuller's hood ornament and door handles? And don't say you were disabling her car for the invasion."

"We wasn't," Binnie said. "We was collectin' aluminum for the Spitfire Fund. To build a plane out of."

"I want you to return them to Miss Fuller immediately."

"But Alf's ill."

"He's not ill." Eileen clapped her hand to Alf's forehead. "He's-" she began, and stopped. It was burning hot. She tilted his head up. His eyes were red and too bright, and his cheeks looked flushed under their layer of dirt. "He does have a fever," she told the vicar, feeling Alf's cheeks and hands.

"I told you 'e did," Binnie said smugly.

Eileen ignored her. "We must get him home, Vicar," she said and bent over Alf. "When did you begin to feel ill?"

"I dunno," Alf said dully, and vomited all over her shoes.