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‘Don't worry, love,' said Derek Lewis, when she brought it over. ‘Bernie tipped me the wink and I'll have a word with the other costermongers. They'll leave you alone in future.'

‘Oh, no, don't do that. I don't want them to think I've been complaining.' Pearl's eyes were wide with appeal, but then she suddenly swayed. The room dimmed, voices came as though from a distance, her knees buckled, and she knew no more.

When Pearl opened her eyes, she saw unusually pale blue ones looking back at her and it took her a moment to realise she was in Derek Lewis's arms.

She struggled, but became still when he said softly, ‘It's all right, pet. I'm just taking you through to the kitchen.'

‘Wh … what happened?'

‘You fainted.'

Pearl was placed on a chair and, dizzy again, she leaned forward.

‘What's going on?' Dolly asked sharply.

‘She passed out, Mrs D. Your old man told me to bring her in here.'

‘Yeah, well, you can go now.'

When Derek left the kitchen, Gertie hurried over. She gave Pearl a glass of water, and then asked, ‘'Ave you been sick in the mornings, love?'

‘Sick … no.'

‘So you ain't up the duff then?'

‘Up the duff?' Pearl parroted, her head still swimming.

‘She's asking if you're in the family way,' Dolly snapped.

‘No, of course I'm not.'

‘Why did you faint? Are you ill?'

‘Oh, no. It's just that I didn't have any breakfast this morning and—'

Bernie stuck his head around the door. ‘How is she?'

‘She's just hungry. Can you manage without her for a while?'

‘No, not really. There's customers waiting to be served.'

‘I can give him a hand for a little while,' Gertie offered.

Dolly exhaled loudly. ‘All right, go on then, but just while I give this daft cow something to
eat, and then she can get back to work.'

Gertie scampered out, and as Dolly shoved a pork chop onto a plate, Pearl sat watching, mouth salivating. Her head was clearer now, but her stomach rumbled.

A dollop of mash was added, then some vegetables and thick gravy, Dolly's voice gruff as she plonked it in front of her. ‘Right, get that down you.'

‘Thank you,' Pearl said, and though she tried not to scoff, in a very short time the food disappeared.

‘I don't think going without breakfast is reason enough to faint. When was the last time you had anything to eat?'

‘I … I had some soup yesterday lunchtime.'

‘Christ, will you speak up, girl?'

‘I said I had some soup yesterday.'

‘Is that all? No wonder you passed out. Why didn't you tell me you were hungry?'

‘I didn't like to, and as I started after ten, I didn't think I was entitled to a break.'

‘For goodness' sake! We aren't bad employers and you only had to say.'

‘There's something else, Mrs Dolby …'

Pearl paused and Dolly snapped, ‘Well, spit it out.'

‘I don't think I've got enough tips to pay for this meal.'

‘Pay for it? You don't have to pay for it! Lunch is a perk of the job.'

Pearl's eyes lit up and, having, gulped down the glass of water, she rose to her feet. A free lunch every day would make all the difference. She would be able to manage on the wages and wouldn't have to look for an evening job after all. Things were looking up.

‘Thank you for the meal. It was wonderful, but I'd best get back to work.'

‘Are you sure you're feeling all right now?'

‘Oh, yes, I'm fine,' Pearl said, still smiling as she hurried out of the kitchen. She'd been warned about Mrs Dolby, but the woman wasn't so bad. The job was hard, but she was sure it would become easier once she got the hang of it, and if they found another waitress it could be a doddle. She would be finished at three thirty, leaving her lots of time to study, her goal now becoming a little closer.

‘Are you all right now?'

Yes, I'm fine thanks, Gertie.'

‘Right, I'll get back to the kitchen. There's only one more customer waiting to be served on table eight, and a few more to clear.'

‘Thanks,' Pearl said again.

She glanced around the café, but there was no sign of Derek Lewis. Determined to thank him for
his help on her way home, she later asked Bernie where she could find him.

‘He's a costermonger selling china about halfway down the market.'

‘Why are they called costermongers?' Pearl asked.

‘It's an ancient name for men selling stuff from barrows or stalls, especially fruit and vegetables. I know it isn't used much nowadays, but I like to keep up the old traditions. Most of the men working in the market have had their pitches handed down from father to son, and though they may sound a bit rough at times, they're a good crowd.'

Pearl listened with interest, and then glanced at the clock. It was after two thirty. All the unoccupied tables were cleared, and apart from one or two late customers, the café was nearly empty. Pearl's feet were throbbing, but at least her tummy was full, and despite the constant ribbing from some of the male customers, she'd enjoyed her first day.

Bernie gave her a tray of tea to take to the kitchen, saying he would pour one for her when she returned.

‘I don't want any more fainting fits, girl,' Dolly said. ‘See that you eat something before you start work in the morning.'

Pearl agreed, about to leave the kitchen when
her employer spoke again. ‘You did well for your first day. Keep it up.'

Pearl smiled, unused to praise, and was still smiling as she returned to the dining room.

‘Blimey, Dolly, what's come over you?' Gertie asked.

‘What's that supposed to mean?'

‘If I'm not mistaken, you actually praised the new waitress.'

‘Yeah, well, this one's a bit different. She shows me some respect, which is more than I could say for Rita.'

‘Things 'ave certainly changed since the war,' Mo said as she came over to take a cup from the tray. ‘Kids ain't got any respect nowadays. My Emma came down this morning dressed in something she called Capri pants. They looked daft, if you ask me, and I told her they were too short, but she just laughed. She said it's the Brigitte Bardot look. I ask you, who's Brigitte Bardot? She's got herself a bleedin' record player too, a Dansette, and it cost twelve quid. Now all I hear day and night is flaming rock-and-roll music.'

‘Twelve quid! Where did she get that sort of money?'

‘She got it off the club, and I just hope she keeps up the payments. Gawd, I wish her father was still alive. He'd 'ave sorted her out.'

‘Yeah,' Gertie agreed. ‘And as for that Brigitte Bardot, she's a French actress, and from what I've heard she's a right sexy piece.'

‘It's disgusting, that's what it is,' Dolly said. ‘The way young girls flaunt themselves nowadays they're just asking for trouble. Still, as I said, Pearl seems different, and she doesn't wear make-up plastered all over her face.'

‘She seems a nice enough kid,' Gertie agreed.

‘Right,' Dolly said, putting her cup back on the tray, ‘let's get finished up. I don't know about you two, but I'm fair worn out.'

The back door opened and Kevin appeared, his look furtive as he clutched a bag behind his back.

‘Hello, love. What have you been up to today?'

‘Not now, Mum,' he said, hurrying through the kitchen without stopping.

Dolly frowned, wondering what was wrong with the boy. She went back to her tasks, rushing to get them finished so she could go upstairs to their flat. Kevin looked upset, and she wanted to know why.

As she walked along the market, Pearl's eyes were peeled for Derek Lewis. When he saw her approaching him he quickly finished a sale, moving to the front of his stall.

‘Are you feeling better now?'

‘I'm fine and wanted to thank you for helping me.'

‘Leave it out. It's the first time I've had a girl swooning at me feet and it won't do me reputation any harm.'

‘Here, Derek, got yourself a bit of stuff, 'ave you?' a voice called from the next stall. ‘Hang on, ain't that the little mouse from the café? Well, at least you'll only 'ave to leave her out a bit of cheese.'

Derek laughed, shouting back to the stallholder, ‘Shut up, Frank! You're just jealous.'

‘Not me, mate. I like a bit of meat to get hold of, and you've seen the size of my wife.'

‘Yeah, nobody could miss Lucy when she's in full sail.'

‘You cheeky bugger,' Frank Hanwell called, but then had to serve a customer. ‘What's that, missus? Of course me lettuce is fresh. Hand-picked from Covent Garden this morning.'

Derek chuckled and then turned his attention back to Pearl. ‘You could have knocked me down with a feather when you passed out. What brought it on?'

‘Oh, nothing really. It's just that I hadn't eaten.'

She saw Derek frown, his soft voice at odds with his build as he said, ‘Are you all right for money, love?'

‘Yes, I'm fine, but I must go now. Thank you again for your help.'

As Pearl walked away she kept her head low, but as she passed Frank's stall he started to sing
again. ‘“Pussycat, Pussycat, where have you been? I've been up to London to visit the Queen. Pussycat, Pussycat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under her chair.”'

She picked up her pace, and with the raucous voices of the other traders calling their wares, she didn't see or hear Derek Lewis approaching Frank Hanwell, his fists clenched threateningly.

When Pearl walked into her bedsit she sighed with appreciation. The room was small, with just a built-in cupboard and chest of drawers, but to her it was heaven, a place of her own.

In one corner there was a curtained-off area, behind which was a sink and a single gas ring. In a tiny cupboard there were a few pieces of crockery, a small saucepan and a frying pan.

After kicking off her shoes, Pearl went to the tiny kitchen, placing the kettle on the gas ring. She wasn't hungry after that wonderful meal in the café and was counting her blessings, especially as she was down to her last tin of soup.

Who'd have thought she'd get a job with a meal thrown in? She turned on the gas tap, frowning when she realised she'd have to feed the meter. Her precious few tips were just enough to cover the shilling needed, so feeding the coin into the slot, she hoped there would be more tips forthcoming in the morning.

There were used tea leaves in her small strainer and, carefully pouring boiling water over them, she frowned at the weak brew. Still, things were looking up and soon she'd be able to get a bit of shopping. Not only that, now that she was earning again her dream of taking art classes felt a little bit closer.

After drinking the tea, Pearl had a strip wash, carefully hung up her one and only decent dress, then threw on an old pair of pyjamas. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, she picked up her sketch pad and pencil.

Everything had looked dire that morning, and she had been in despair when she'd seen the advert for a waitress. Her elfin face lit up with a smile and she began to draw a face from memory. Dolly Dolby slowly emerged on the page, but when the sketch was finished Pearl flung it aside, wishing she could afford paint and brushes.

Painting was all Pearl lived for, and never a day went by when she didn't try to create something. With no money for paint she would sketch, burying herself in the task of perfecting whatever she was drawing. In the orphanage it had been her refuge, a way of blanking out all that went on around her.

She was constantly picked on by the other children, all laughing at her because she was never chosen for fostering or adoption. From the day
she had been found on the steps until the day she left, the only home Pearl had known was the grey and forbidding orphanage, her bed one among twenty that lined the dormitory. She had plucked up courage once to ask why she couldn't be put forward for a foster home, only to be told by grim-faced Miss Unsworth that she wasn't suitable. When she dared to ask why, she had received a slap, Miss Unsworth telling her that she should count herself lucky that she had a home in the orphanage.

The face of Derek Lewis swam into her mind so, taking up her pad again, Pearl began to sketch. In the orphanage, picked on and helpless against the teasing, she had quickly realised that she needed someone to look out for her – someone to hide behind. She had chosen an older girl, one who, like her, was a loner, and it had worked.

Of course, eventually the girl went into foster care, and Pearl was left alone again. It was the first time she'd faced such a traumatic parting, but Pearl had leaned another hard lesson. To survive she couldn't get attached to anyone. If she hardened her heart, she couldn't get hurt.