Violet nodded as the penny dropped. This must be the son of old Mr James who’d been so helpful when they’d first started work on the victory garden and hadn’t really known what they were meant to be doing. There behind him were some boxes of vegetables. He must have brought them to be sold in the shop. ‘Very pleased to meet you,’ she said. ‘Your father was very kind to us, you know. We would have been stumped without him. Has Ruby been sorting you out?’

‘Oh … yes. Yes, she has.’ The man seemed suddenly at a loss for words and Violet wondered if he was one of those men who didn’t know what to say to women – some didn’t like to see women running a business, even if it was a corner shop and all the men had been called up or kept in reserved occupations like down on the docks. She noticed he didn’t stand quite straight and wondered why that was. He saw her looking and got in his explanation before she could ask.

‘I was wounded at El Alamein,’ he said, slightly self-consciously, rubbing the top of his leg like a reflex. ‘Some folks think I took a Blighty, but it wasn’t like that. I’d never have dodged my duty by deliberately injuring myself, but it means I can’t go back into active service.’ He smiled sheepishly. ‘I wasn’t as young as most of them and it takes that bit longer to heal at my age, you see. Anyway, now I’m up on my feet again I’m going to help Dad out on the allotment, and do a little sideline in vegetables when I can.’

‘Oh, I’m sure that’s a good idea,’ said Violet hurriedly, a little embarrassed to have been caught staring. She couldn’t imagine for one moment that any son of trustworthy old Mr James could have hurt himself on purpose to avoid further action in the war. ‘We can always sell fresh vegetables, can’t we, Ruby?’

Ruby nodded mutely, seeming to have regressed now that there was someone else to do the talking.

Violet remembered why she’d come in the first place. ‘So, Ruby, Spam fritters for your tea tonight?’

Ruby looked at her feet and then appeared to snap out of it. ‘Yes please. Thank you, Violet.’