Once Janice had fed Jackie she started in on the dishes. The lads put on their jackets and hats. They kissed Janice on their way out and said goodbye to Jackie.
Once outside they said “Right let’s go and sort out this George Barrett. We can get a bus to Jackson’s farm from over the road.
They crossed the road where they waited until the tram came and they hopped on.
Twenty minutes later they got off and walked along the road to the Dunn Cow.
“They bought a pint at the bar and the barman asked where they were from.
“We are from Ashington Said George; we were meant to be meeting George Barrett here; he’s a school friend and we haven’t seen him in years; I heard he drinks in here.
“Aye he gets in on a Friday but he’s mostly in the Club along the road.
You can’t mistake George he’s about five nine wears a brown tweed jacket; smart lookin’ lad; he’s a big hit with all the land girls around here.’
“I bet he is, never changed then.’
Oh yes got a different one on his arm every week; a right old dog the landlord laughed.
“Well thanks Mister we will no doubt find him.’
They came out of the pub and walked towards the club.
Janice finished off her dishes then sat down and changed Jackie once it was done she picked up her knitting and began to finish the cardigan that she was making in cable mixed with plain and purl stitches.
She wondered what her friends were doing now; she would miss the company of Cora and William but especially Miriam and Tommy. She had to make a life for herself here regardless of the consequences. One thing was puzzling her still was how George Barrett ever thought that Jackie wasn’t his child. She looked down upon his face and he was the image of him. She could have hated the child for being like his father but she would make sure he was brought up right and that he would know what his father was really like.
“She couldn’t take out her anger on her son; but she certainly would see her day with George Barrett.
She had loved him and would have done anything for him; but he’d left her in a right mess.
Jackie watched her from his crib as her hands were a blur with the knitting. Jackie was a good baby, he never cried much; only when he wanted his feed or changing.
The radio was on and the music seemed to soothe Jackie and he drifted off to sleep.
Janice went about her work; she didn’t worry about noise as she wanted Jackie to get used to the everyday sounds around the house. If there was quiet then the least bit noise would wake him up.
Jackie would learn to sleep through an air raid she thought.