Chapters (60)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Praise
- Dedication
- BOOK ONE
- Prologue 1989
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- BOOK TWO - 1925
- Chapter Ten - 1925
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- BOOK THREE - 1947
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- BOOK FOUR - 1968
- Chapter Forty-one - 1968
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Chapter Forty-six
- Chapter Forty-seven
- Chapter Forty-eight
- Chapter Forty-nine
- Chapter Fifty - 1970
- EPILOGUE
‘Come on, girl, we’ll get the car and take you home.’
Boysie and Danny had guessed that Liselle had what was termed ‘a touch of the tarbrush’ in her. But how could they tell her that if she didn’t even guess it herself?
Chapter Thirty-six
Chapter Thirty-six
Tommy and Briony sat up waiting for the twins to return. Bernadette had left shortly after Marcus had taken Molly and Rosalee home. Sitting in her warm lounge with the fire roaring and Tommy Lane by her side, Briony finally felt the enormity of what had taken place. Her anger against her mother grew virulent.
Tommy grasped her hand in his. ‘She should have been told, Bri ... before now.’
Briony nodded and swallowed hard. Her face white and earnest, she looked at him. ‘I know that, Tommy, better than anyone. But how? How do you tell a girl something like that? Especially at this time, with all the black servicemen who were over here in the war? The feeling against them by men in particular? Black people live under a stigma. It’s wrong, we know it’s wrong. But not everyone’s us, are they? Christ himself knows I wanted to tell her, I wanted to tell her when she was fifteen. But when she don’t look black, it seemed unfair somehow. Now bloody Mouth Almighty’s started a chain of events that can only lead to trouble. Oh, Tommy, sometimes I could wring my mother’s bloody neck!’
‘Well, the twins will see Liselle all right.’
Tommy kissed the palm of her hand. Briony smiled crookedly and touched his face with gentle fingers.
‘I’m so glad you came to the Manor today, Tommy. Really I am. You know us all so well.’
He smiled at her then. She saw the lines around his eyes and mouth. The two deep grooves alongside his nose, the greying of his hair. Time raced on with no regard.
She poured herself another drink and sipped it gratefully. ‘It’s funny, you know, Tommy, but a long time ago when Liselle was small I had a chat with one of the black girls in one of my houses. Nice girl she was and all. Real looker. She told me that a white-looking Negro could have children as black as night. We even had a black girl once with blue eyes. I think that’s when I built up a wall in me mind about poor Liselle. If you don’t think about it, it goes away. Well, it doesn’t go away, that much was proved here tonight. Problems don’t go away, mate, they just get bigger and bigger, and for the first time ever, I don’t know the answer to this one.’
‘You’ll find the answer. You always do.’
Briony leant against him.