I’d left the baby with Jessie, who had a few cryptic words to say to me before I left, words that did not reassure me. ‘He’ll decide where his future lies,’ she said sagely, ‘Michael is a man now and only he knows where his heart is.’
I heard the clip-clop of heels and saw Hari coming along the platform. She was wearing a red coat and new, shiny red shoes identical to those Kate had worn that day, so far away now when I’d sat under the table and stared out at the world in fear of dying under a bombers’ moon. My sister and I didn’t look at each other but she stood resolutely at my side as though asserting her rights.
The gush of steam alerted us both and the train steamed round the bend spitting sparks into the grass at the side of the rails and setting up little fires. I felt one of the sparks had ignited in me too. I longed for Michael to be in my arms, safe and well and mine. But would that happen?
People gushed out of the train, disgorged on to the platform and then drifted away to disappear like the smoke from the train. And there he was.
Michael stood for a moment, staring along the stretch of platform between us. I thought of a film I’d seen: sand, blue seas, lovers running to each other, arms wide. But it was Hari doing the running.
I was unable to move, still watching a film unwinding as Michael’s arms closed around my sister. His head bent and he was kissing her. I noticed he looked bedraggled, his hair was too long, too thick, his jacket was threadbare, his feet were shod in shabby shoes. One of the soles flapped like a tongue as he came towards me.
He was coming towards me. Hari, I saw, was standing with her head sagging on her chest and she was crying.
He held me close. His lips were warm and searching on mine. ‘My darling wife,’ he said, ‘I’m going to spend the rest of my life telling you how much I love you and I do love you, you funny little thing, so efficient, so straight, so brave. I’ve loved you since that night in the barn when I cuddled you and you slept in my arms. Then you were only a child and I didn’t acknowledge my feelings, I was afraid to confront them. I fear I made Hari a substitute for you and I’ll always regret that.’
We clung together for a long time and a great glow of happiness filled me. And then I remembered my sister. I looked at her; she was so smart in her red coat and red shoes and the thought flitted through my mind that red shoes never were lucky.
Hari came towards us, bravely forcing a smile, and I loved her so much in that moment. ‘Thank you, sis,’ I said, my eyes full.
‘Come on then you love birds.’ Hari spoke cheerfully. ‘Michael, aren’t you going to offer your sister-in-law a cup of tea before you take your wife home?’
She squeezed my arm and together we left the platform—me, my beautiful sister, and the man I loved more than life itself. My war was truly over.
DESTINY’S CHILD
EMERALD
FIDDLER’S FERRY
HEART ON FIRE
HEART IN ICE
HEART OF STONE
PROUD MARY
A ROYAL AMBITION
SEA WITCH
SPINNER’S WHARF
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Gower, Iris
Bombers’ Moon
1. World War, 1939–1945—Evacuation of civilians—Wales—Fiction 2. Agricultural labourers—Wales—Fiction 3. Wales—Social conditions—20th century—Fiction 4. Love stories
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