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later, the bus turned into the stop and Kathy got off. ‘See you later,’ the conductor told her.
Kathy smiled and waved. ‘Poor devil!’ On this particular journey he had even found time to sit beside her, regaling her with stories of his bad leg and his poor heart, and the awkward way he had to lie in bed because of his back pain.
Though she would rather have spent the journey sitting on her own, thinking about her and Tom, Kathy didn’t begrudge the conductor a few minutes of her time.
Quickly covering the few hundred yards along Bridport High Street, she breezed into the market. This was a place she loved; with its many stalls and colourful stallholders, it had a cheery, happy atmosphere. ‘Got some lovely red apples … tanner a bag,’ one chap called; being fond of a good apple, Kathy promptly bought a bag.
For the next hour or so she went from stall to stall. She chose some chintz fabric to make a set of curtains for the bathroom, and for fourpence-halfpenny she purchased a small, pretty picture of a sailing boat to hang on the hallway wall. She was slowly adding her own touches to Barden House. She bought fresh bread from the baker’s stall, some vegetables from the greengrocer, and a scrubbing-brush for the back step, where the gutter dripped and made a mess.
When her bag was full and her feet were beginning to ache, she made her way to the café.
Pleased to see that the window-table was empty, Kathy went inside. Dropping her heavy bag to the floor, she sat herself down. ‘Morning, madam, what would you like?’ The waitress was a sloppy young thing, with a face that said, ‘I couldn’t care less what you want, just order it and let me get back to my wireless.’
Her off-hand manner didn’t bother Kathy one iota. ‘Dandelion and burdock, please.’
Without a word the waitress moved off to fetch her drink.
Meanwhile, Kathy was expecting Mabel to appear any minute. But there was no sign of her. When the waitress returned with her order, Kathy asked, ‘Is Mabel in today?’
‘Not today, no.’
‘Is she all right?’
‘Who knows?’ Shrugging her shoulders, she hurried away. Nat King Cole was in the middle of his song, ‘Unforgettable’. Being a great fan of his, she didn’t want to miss it.
Kathy was worried. It wasn’t like Mabel to miss work. Kathy thought her to be of an age when most people retired, but Mabel just kept going. Whether it was from choice or necessity wasn’t clear, but she hardly stopped, at least from what Kathy had seen on a busy day. And in this café, most days were busy.
While she sipped her drink, Kathy was acutely aware of Mabel’s husband peering at her from behind the serving hatch. She didn’t care much for him, so she averted her eyes as much as possible.
When she went up to the counter to pay, he was standing by the till. She counted out the coins and placed them on the counter. ‘Is your wife all right?’ she asked.
‘Gone to see her brother!’ he grunted. He then slapped her change onto the counter, and took himself off at great speed into the kitchen.
Kathy neither liked nor believed him. Never mind that his manner was highly suspicious, when he told her that Mabel was with her brother, Kathy knew he was lying.
Mabel herself had told her how she had not spoken to her brother in years because of something that happened before the war. Looking back, it had been something and nothing, Mabel had told her, but they had lost touch. Now Mabel did not know where her brother was; it was a great sadness to her.
Now, as Kathy put the change into her purse, she was aware of someone watching her. When she looked up, it was to see Mabel’s husband disappearing behind the kitchen door. ‘He’s hiding something,’ she muttered as she went down the street. ‘Why is he lying about Mabel?’
At the bus stop she took out her handbag and, rummaging through it, found the piece of paper with Mabel’s address. ‘I wonder …’ She remembered it wasn’t too far away, but did she have enough time?
By the time the bus pulled in, Kathy’s mind was made up. ‘Sorry,’ she apologised to the conductor, who was urging her on board, ‘I’ll catch the next one.’
She went down the High Street and, finding the street where Mabel lived, she hurried past the cottages until she found the right one. She thought it strange though that all the curtains were drawn.
Apprehensive now, Kathy tapped on the front door. When there was no answer, she lifted the knocker and let it drop. When there was still no answer she dropped her bag to the ground, opened the letter-flap and, putting her mouth close so as not to disturb the neighbours, she called out, ‘MABEL! It’s me, Kathy. MABEL, are you in there?’ The silence was deafening. ‘Answer me, Mabel. Are you all right?’
Squinting through the letter-flap, she could just make out a dark shape, right there on the floor at the foot of the stairs. ‘MABEL!’ She believed it must be Mabel, lying unconscious, unmoving, arms spreadeagled and her legs twisted in a peculiar fashion. ‘Oh, my God … MABEL!’ Still there was no answer, and not a flicker of movement.
With her heart in her mouth, Kathy realised there was no time to be lost.
Running to the nearest neighbour, she banged her two fists on the door. Startled by all the noise, the man flung open the door. ‘What the devil’s going on?’
‘It’s Mabel! I think she’s fallen down the stairs … she’s not moving. We need to get an ambulance … quickly!’
Flinging on his shirt, he told her, ‘The nearest phone box is at the end of the street. You run and phone the ambulance, while I see if I can find something to get me inside the house.’
With that he hurried back inside his house, while Kathy went at a run down the street, leaving her shopping bag where it had fallen.
Once inside the phone box, she quickly got through to the emergency services. After giving Mabel’s address, she was instructed to ‘Get inside the house if you can, and stay with the injured woman. Keep her calm and still. The ambulance will be there in ten minutes.’
Relieved, Kathy ran back to where the man had given up trying to break the door with a crowbar, and was now running at it with the weight of his own body. Once, twice, he put his shoulder to it, before the door splintered and sprang open. ‘We’re in!’
Mabel couldn’t be woken. ‘Do you think she fell down the stairs?’ Distraught with worry, Kathy sat on the floor, not daring to lift or hold Mabel for fear of hurting her. ‘It’s all right, Mabel,’ she whispered softly. ‘I’ve got you now. You’re going to be all right.’
The man ran his concerned gaze over Mabel’s obvious injuries. He noted the gashes on her forehead and the large, torn areas of skin on her neck. ‘If you ask me, he did this!’
Kathy knew who he meant. ‘What? You think her husband pushed her down the stairs, is that what you’re saying?’
‘I heard them,’ the man revealed. ‘I work night-shift at one of the hotels in Lyme Regis. I got home about seven o’clock this morning … I heard them arguing.’ He shook his head in disbelief. ‘I never thought he’d hurt her this badly. He’s a nasty bugger, though … a right bully. How she’s put up with him all these years, I don’t know.’
Suddenly the clanging bells of the ambulance could be heard. In minutes they were drawing up, and the ambulance men were gently tending Mabel. ‘Easy as you go.’ The two of them stretchered her into the ambulance.
‘I’m coming with her.’ Kathy clambered in behind the stretcher. ‘She’s got nobody else.’
‘Here, Miss … don’t forget your bag!’ The kindly neighbour handed it up to her.
The ambulance ride was a nightmare. Mabel lay apparently lifeless on the stretcher, while the ambulance man tended to her, trying to get some response. Kathy was deeply worried.
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