‘She’s no lady,’ slurred the GI, but he did as he was told, walking unevenly back to the road, one hand against the wall so he didn’t fall.

Nancy sighed out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. She blinked hard. That had been a close one. One minute she had been making what she’d thought was polite conversation with the young GI with whom she’d danced earlier on in the proceedings, the next he’d taken her arm and thrust her into the mouth of the grim little alleyway. She’d obviously misread him. She had been stupid. It wasn’t a risk she could afford to take. Now she was calmer, she took a better look at her rescuer. He must be in his early thirties, with laughter lines around his dark eyes, and high cheekbones. He had a friendly and very good-looking face. ‘You all right?’ he asked with concern. ‘I do apologise for my fellow soldier. I’m sorry, some of these young guys have never been away from home before and don’t know how to behave.’

Nancy gave her hair a shake. ‘No, I’m all right, really,’ she said. ‘Thank you for taking the trouble to get rid of him. He was quite drunk; he didn’t really know what he was doing.’ She hoped that was true.

‘No trouble, ma’am.’ He looked at her steadily. ‘You take care, now. Tell you what, I’ll walk you back along the road. Have you got any friends waiting for you?’

Nancy wondered what had become of the man she had been intending to meet. It hadn’t been a date exactly, but he’d promised to be there at the dance and had suggested they might go on somewhere afterwards. He’d been very persuasive and insistent a few days ago, and she’d been flattered and intrigued. Then again, she’d only seen him around a few times at the WVS canteen and didn’t really know if he was the type to keep his promise. He hadn’t shown up tonight. He might have said the same thing to a dozen young women across the city. Or he might have been shipped out at the last minute – you never knew. More fool her to be mooning around wondering if he’d turn up, and making herself seem vulnerable. She was getting careless.

‘I’m going back to the friends who are looking after my son,’ she said, as that made her seem respectable, and not the sort of woman who let herself be picked up by random strangers outside a dance hall. Besides, it was true. She needed to go to the Parkers’ and they wouldn’t wait up all night.

‘May I walk you to the bus stop then, ma’am?’