Orphan of Angel Street
“These houses are ever so big!’ Mercy eyed the enormous mansions along the Wake Green Road from under the brim of her hat. She’d never been as far as Moseley before, or seen so many prosperous middle-class dwellings clustered close together. She was churned up inside with nerves.
‘This is it. We’re nearly there.’ Dorothy’s hand landed on her shoulder. ‘Let’s have a look at yer.’ Mercy stood still as Dorothy brushed down her coat for the third time. The two of them were just about the same height... now, though Dorothy was ageing to look rather matronly, her face careworn and a little severe. She cast away some imaginary specks from the navy-blue shoulders and straightened Mercy’s hat, also navy, but brightened round the brim by a strip of spotted fabric, black on white.
‘That’ll stop you looking like a war widow,’ Dorothy had said, trimming it for her earlier that morning.
But I am a war widow, Mercy thought as she slid the hat on, seeing her own, wan expression in the mirror.MoreLess
‘This is it. We’re nearly there.’ Dorothy’s hand landed on her shoulder. ‘Let’s have a look at yer.’ Mercy stood still as Dorothy brushed down her coat for the third time. The two of them were just about the same height... now, though Dorothy was ageing to look rather matronly, her face careworn and a little severe. She cast away some imaginary specks from the navy-blue shoulders and straightened Mercy’s hat, also navy, but brightened round the brim by a strip of spotted fabric, black on white.
‘That’ll stop you looking like a war widow,’ Dorothy had said, trimming it for her earlier that morning.
But I am a war widow, Mercy thought as she slid the hat on, seeing her own, wan expression in the mirror.MoreLess
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