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

lass. Or if he is, I for one didn’t see him.’

      But the boy was there, crouched beside a huge woman in a pew to the rear of the church, where a large pillar cast a shadow. Scruffy, and thinner than ever, he strained to hear the priest’s opening words.

      A few moments passed, and then Joseph and three other men were bringing Rita in, and everyone stood and bowed their heads, or made the sign of the cross on themselves. For Judy, sitting with her family, it was a deep and sobering experience, for she had never attended such an event before. For Davie, in the shadows, it felt like his own death.

      The service was all too brief. They sang the hymns and they listened to the beautiful sermon, based on the words of wisdom from Ecclesiastes, and they prayed for eternal peace for the soul of Rita Adams. And then it was over, and they were all filing out again.

      As she emerged into the daylight, Judy was anxiously scanning the area for Davie. But he was nowhere to be seen. ‘It’s no use looking for him, lass.’ Beth saw how anxious she was. ‘The lad did all he could for his mammy while she was alive, and there’s no more for him to do here.’

      Knowing how Judy felt, the woman did not want to dash all her hopes. But sometimes, forever hoping for one thing means you will never get another, and that was not what she wanted for her daughter.

      ‘I’m sorry, love,’ she told Judy gently. ‘I reckon your Davie is long gone by now.’

      Having witnessed the conversation, Tom saw the sadness in his daughter’s eyes and he wanted her away from this place. ‘Come on, you two. We’ve paid our respects, so let’s make us way home, eh?’

      Beth was surprised. ‘Are we not going up to Pleasington Cemetery then, to witness the burial?’

      Tom shook his head. ‘No need for that,’ he replied in his no-nonsense manner. ‘We showed up at the church, and to my mind, we’ve done our duty. Now, let’s be off. I’ve umpteen jobs waiting to be done back at the farm.’

      Judy remained on the look-out for Davie. In her heart she knew he was here somewhere, hiding.

      It was while they were walking back to the car and her parents got waylaid by some old friends, that the girl saw him. ‘Davie!’ She went at a run towards the boy, who was chasing after the slowly-departing hearse.

      At first he didn’t hear her, so she went at a fast pace down the hill, and on to where the hearse was just beginning to pick up a dignified speed. ‘DAVIE, WAIT!’ Waving and shouting, she kept after him. And as he leaped onto the running-board of the hearse, he saw her.

      ‘DAVIE!’ Out of breath and fast losing him, Judy put a spurt on. But there was no chance of her catching up, and Davie made no sign of jumping off the vehicle. He had watched the service from the back of the church and hid while they put his mammy onto the hearse, and now he had to go with her and lay the wild posies he’d collected. Moreover, he needed to know where she lay, so he would never forget.

      ‘GO BACK!’ Davie’s voice carried on the wind. ‘Don’t forget I love you … and tell my grandad I love him!’

      As the distance between them grew wider, Davie let their images soak into his memory; his beloved father and grandfather, and Judy and her family, the kindest people he had ever known. And he wondered how he would manage without them. There was no telling where he might end up or how long he might be gone, and whether he would ever come back to this place, where he had known both contentment and unhappiness in equal measures.

      For now though, his future was not something that concerned him, because only an arm’s reach away, his mother lay lifeless, gone from his sight and from his life forever.

      His father had been crippled by the burden he had carried for too long, and there was a real possibility that he might never see him again. But the boy wanted to see him. He needed to tell him the way of things, and how neither of them were to blame. At this moment in time, he longed for his father’s presence, more than at any other time in his entire life.

      Yet even as he whispered Don’s name, his eyes on Rita’s coffin, the piece of paper that his daddy had given him, with the precious contact name on it, fell out of his trouser pocket and was immediately whisked into a hawthorn hedge by a passing gust of wind. And there it lay wedged, unread, while the elements, seasons, and myriad hedge-dwelling creatures reduced it to a sodden scrap. And father and son were lost to each other, unless a kinder wind might blow them back together.

      Judy waved to Davie until her arm ached. And even when he and the hearse were out of sight, she continued to wave at the empty horizon.

      When she climbed wearily back up the hill towards the church, her parents were sitting quietly on the wall. The lane was almost deserted, and the church was empty.

      ‘Come on, sweetheart’ Beth came forward to slide a comforting arm round her daughter’s shoulders. ‘Your dad’s waiting to take us home.’

      As Tom drew away from the church car park, Patsy Reynolds climbed into the front passenger seat of a battered and elderly Ford, and lit a cigarette.

      ‘Stuck-up bunch, them Makepeaces, ain’t they?’ she commented to her husband. ‘Looked a bit shocked when we said about keeping Lenny under our thumb. None of their bleedin’ business, anyhow.’

      ‘I couldn’t give a sod how shocked they were!’ Ron’s mood had darkened. He wished he hadn’t taken time off from his job as a tram-driver to come here. But if they wanted to butter up old Joseph, they had to play the game.

      Patsy dug him in the ribs. ‘Hey, you know what?’

      Scowling, he swung round. ‘What?’

      ‘I were just thinking.’ A sly grin crept over her features.

      ‘Oh, I see.’ Thinking himself lucky, his passion rose. There was no one around, and it excited him, the thought of taking her here, on so-called sacred ground. ‘Want some, do you?’ he said huskily, and slid his hand under her skirt.

      ‘Get off, you randy sod!’ She pushed him away, and blew smoke in his face. ‘I were just thinking about them Makepeaces, being shocked at what we said about Lenny.’

      ‘So what?’ Impatient, he started the car engine.

      ‘Well, just you think about it.’ She smiled, a look of devilment on her face. ‘If they knew the truth, they’d have something to be shocked about, wouldn’t they, eh?’

      ‘What are you getting at, you silly moo?’

      Nervously glancing about, Patsy lowered her voice to a whisper. ‘It’s as well they don’t know the truth – about Lenny, I mean.’

      Ron snorted. ‘You’re right. Mind, it would be a real treat to see the look on their faces.’ Glancing at Tom’s car as it travelled slowly along the lower lane, he shouted at the top of his voice, ‘That’s summat you didn’t know, you miserable buggers – the truth about the lad. Oh yes! Put the cat among the pigeons, that would.’

      ‘Shut your bloody trap!’ Patsy warned him. ‘Just keep it buttoned! If the truth got out, we could end up in jail.’ She punched her husband hard on the shoulder. ‘You’d do well to remember that.’

      As they hastily departed for home, the hitherto jovial atmosphere was quickly replaced by a moody silence, punctuated by the wheezings and bouncings of a vehicle that was well past its prime.

Chapter Nine

      ‘WHY DO YOU think Annie and her