night when I gave Sam a hand to move Judyâs dressing table out of your house; that is apart from being in a cleaning frenzy. Everything around her is gleaming. I think Judy only moved out today because she was afraid that if she stayed, Helen would polish her along with everything else.â
âMy house!â Jack sipped his pint. âIâve only been in it once and that was just after Helen inherited it. It was in a bit of state.â
âItâs not now, but Iâm not saying any more or Helen will kill me for spoiling her surprise.â Martin fell serious. âSheâs missed you, Jack. You wouldnât believe how much.â
âI might.â Jack replaced his glass on the beer mat. âI missed her too, you know.â
âAll sheâs done since you left is work in the warehouse and on the house. Papering, painting, sanding off floorboards and woodwork, sorting the garden â¦â
âNo trips to the Pier?â Jackâs voice was casual but there was a keen look in his eye.
âNot since the last time we were all there together. I think we outgrew dance halls that night.â
âI can understand you and Lily doing that,â Jack grinned. âYou landed on your feet there, boy. Pretty wife with brains enough to work in a bank, furnished house all paid for â¦â
âJust like you with Helen. And it was Lily I wanted, not the house or her money.â
âKeep your hair on. I was only ribbing. I watched you fall in love with the woman when you were six years old. You would have married her when you were still in short trousers if you could have.â
âWeâre lucky, Jack,â Martin murmured soberly. âBoth of us, I donât know what Helen told you in her letters ââ
âI should hope not,â Jack interrupted.
âI donât mean anything personal. Sheâs done wonders for the trade in her fatherâs warehouse. Expanded the teenage fashion side beyond even her own expectations and they were high.â
âShe wrote me.â
âI rode your bike over to your house yesterday and put it in the garage. I cleaned it off and gave it a full service. Although I havenât used it much this last year, itâs in surprisingly good nick. Not that youâll be using it much either now that Helen has a car.â
âA car?â
âShe hasnât told you.â Martin hit his forehead with the heel of his hand. âThatâs me in the doghouse for opening my big mouth and saying too much. Itâs not exactly hers, it belongs to the warehouse, but as she needs it for her job no one else drives it. You wonât tell her I told you?â
âThat depends.â
âOn what?â
âWhat other secrets youâre keeping from me.â
âJudy and Sam are engaged.â Martin deliberately moved the conversation on.
âStill? Helen put that titbit in her Christmas letter the year before last. Whatâs the bloke waiting for?â Jack offered Martin a cigarette.
âI think if it was up to him heâd marry her tomorrow. Itâs Judy. Since her mother had the baby, Judyâs been running the hairdressers. Theyâve opened ten more shops and she insists she hasnât time to think about a wedding let alone plan one.â
âSam obviously needs a few hints on how to keep her in line. Women should be in the kitchen not opening shops.â
âAnd with Helen working all hours in the warehouse youâre the one to give them to him?â
âPerhaps, after Iâve had time to remind Helen of her wifely duties.â Jack flicked his lighter and lit Martinâs cigarette before his own.
âI hope, for your sake, youâre joking.â
Jack winked. âHow is Katie?â
âHappy, and,â Martin took a deep breath, âpregnant. The baby is due in a few days.â
Jack scowled. âI was in shock for a week