Josephine Cox 3-Book Collection 2: The Loner, Born Bad, Three Letters. Josephine Cox

moment; one gone away because he found it impossible to stay any longer, and the other gone to …? When he was small and somebody died, they always told him that the person had gone to Heaven. Is that where she was … in Heaven? But she’d been bad, and they said nobody went to Heaven if they were bad …

      ‘Davie?’ Judy’s voice broke through his thoughts. ‘Davie, look at me.’

      Raising his gaze, he looked at her.

      ‘Your mammy’s safe now. You do believe that … don’t you?’

      He nodded, bowed his head and thought about his mother, how pretty she once was, and how full of life. He recalled the times she made him laugh; the many occasions when she playfully chased him round the table, pretending to be the wicked witch, and other times, quieter and deeper, when she would tell him how she and his daddy truly believed that one day he would be a man to make them all proud.

      ‘Davie?’

      He looked up at her, his eyes dark with sadness.

      ‘You’re so quiet. What are you thinking?’

      Not trusting himself to speak, he shrugged his shoulders, then when he did eventually answer, his voice was choked with emotion. ‘It’s all gone,’ he murmured brokenly. ‘My family, all the things I know … all gone. How can anything ever be the same again.’ For the first time, the emotions tore through, and the tears broke away and now there was no controlling them.

      Without a word, Judy wrapped her arms round him, and he clung to her, and after a while, when the sobbing was spent, and he drew away, she told him, ‘You must try and get some sleep, Davie.’ It was only then that she realised. ‘Have you had anything to eat?’

      He shook his head.

      ‘Stay here.’ She looked him in the eye. ‘I’ll just be a minute.’

      As she turned to leave, he suggested, ‘I won’t go back to Grandad. But I could write a note, if you wouldn’t mind taking it to him?’

      Judy readily agreed. She liked the idea. At least this way, he wouldn’t go away without making contact.

      He watched her run across the yard. She looked so small and vulnerable in the fading moonlight; like his life he thought, like his whole world. But Judy was strong, and she was still here, still caring. And, as always, he considered himself fortunate in having such a good and loyal friend.

      It wasn’t too long before she was back. ‘I brought you these.’ Setting down the tray she pointed out the cheese and ham sandwiches, and the array of fresh fruit. ‘For you to take with you,’ she said. ‘In case it’s a while before your next meal.’ She dug into her skirt pocket and bringing out a package, she told him, ‘There’s a pen and paper, and some stamps.’ A shyness marbled her voice. ‘So now there’s no excuse. You can write and always tell me where you are and what you’re doing.’

      ‘I will, Judy. I’ll write to you from wherever I am, I promise.’ Cradling her face in his hands, he bent and kissed her on the forehead. ‘You’re special to me, do you know that?’

      She was grateful that he did not see her blush bright pink. ‘Eat up,’ she said. ‘And then you’d best get some rest.’

      Together they sat and talked some more while he wolfed down the snack and drank the milk. Afterwards, he urged her to go back to her own bed.

      ‘If I do, you won’t sneak away before I wake, will you?’ she asked.

      He smiled. ‘It all depends on what time you get up, lazy bones. I’ll need to be away before your dad comes out.’

      The girl was adamant. ‘I’ll be back long before that,’ she said. ‘Just don’t go without seeing me.’

      ‘I won’t.’

      ‘Promise?’

      ‘I promise.’

      When she suddenly threw her arms round him and kissed him full on the mouth, he was taken aback. ‘What was that for?’

      ‘I don’t know. Because I’ll miss you.’

      ‘I’ll miss you too,’ he answered with sincerity. ‘Nobody could ever have a better friend than you.’ He looked into her eyes and thought how pretty they were. ‘To tell you the truth, I don’t know what I’ll do without you.’

      ‘Don’t go, Davie.’ She seized the moment. ‘Please stay. Daddy will give you work and he’ll pay you well. We have a spare bedroom, and you’ll be able to visit your grandad whenever you like.’

      For one tempting moment, Davie considered the idea. Familiarity. Safety. And friendship. The answer to all his problems. Living with the Makepeaces would be wonderful. But then he shook his head and said, ‘No.’ He knew it was not the answer. A clean break, a new life, and being responsible for his own actions, that was what he must aim for. ‘I need to prove myself,’ he explained. ‘I know it’s the right thing to do.’

      ‘How can it be right? Where will you go? How will you manage?’ When her tears fell, he wiped them away with the tip of his finger. ‘If you go now, you won’t ever come back.’

      ‘I won’t be gone forever,’ he answered. ‘And anyway, I’ve already said that I’ll write to you, and every day I’ll think of you.’

      ‘Will you, Davie? Every day? Will you really?’ Her smile brightened his world.

      He laughed. ‘I will, yes! Every single day.’

      ‘And what will you think, Davie?’

      ‘What will I think?’ He wound his two arms round her and taking her to himself, he told her earnestly, ‘I’ll think of what you might be doing, and then I’ll picture you everywhere we’ve been together … climbing the oak tree down by the river or swimming in the canal, and I’ll see you about the farm, cradling the newborn lambs in your arms and teasing the ferret out of its cage.’

      Holding her away from him, he smiled down on her. ‘More than anything, I’ll always wonder how somebody like me ever deserved a wonderful friend like you.’

      Judy had been thrilled to hear him say how he would always see her in his mind’s eye. But when he called her his ‘wonderful friend’, it was as though her bubble of joy was cruelly burst. ‘Is that what I am to you, Davie?’ she asked tremulously. ‘A friend?’

      He nodded. ‘The best friend of all,’ he answered sincerely. ‘If I was to travel the world, I would never find a better friend than you, Judy.’

      She hid her disappointment. She wanted to be much more than a friend to Davie. In fact, although he didn’t know it, and she was only just becoming aware of it, Judy Makepeace had already given her tender young heart to Davie Adams. There was as much pain and confusion in this secret giving, as there was pleasure.

      ‘You’ll need to be warm,’ she told him hurriedly. ‘It gets really cold in the barn at night.’ Going to the hook on the wall, she took down a blanket and handed it to him. ‘It smells a bit horsey, but he’s only had it on his back the once … he doesn’t like wearing blankets.’

      Davie took it. ‘Thanks. Now you go back to the house … go on. I’ll be fine.’

      A moment later, as she was leaving, Judy whispered, ‘Get some sleep, Davie. And don’t worry – I’ll be back before my parents wake.’

      She didn’t want to leave him. She wanted to lie down beside him and feel his strong arms round her. Her feelings were all mixed up. She loved him for being here – but was angry with him for leaving her; most of all, she was saddened by the idea of waking up and finding him gone, and knowing she might never see him again.

      Then she remembered his promise to write and to think of her, and her heart was warmed.

      She got as far as the house when she wondered whether he was asleep yet. If he was intending to go right away to find work