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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Cupidity

  Lucinda Lamont

  Copyright © 2017 by Lucinda Lamont

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  I dedicate this book to my first born who is due any day now.

  This piece of work is to show you that you can achieve whatever you wish for and that I will always be behind you, helping make your dreams come true.

  Little one, we can use each other’s wings to soar.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  ‘Come on, Willy, do your coat up. This is going to be the start of a new adventure for us. You’ll get to live with Charlie. I wish I could have lived with a friend when I was your age.’

  Martha pulled his zip up as far as his big woolly scarf would allow and pulled his little hat over his ears to make sure as much of his young, delicate skin was covered as could be. She stood up and looked around her. Taking it all in one last time. One last breath in this house. One last smell. The last time she would smell the scent that they had created as a family. The faint scent of John’s boot polish. A whiff of Willy’s talcum powder and while everyone else might not smell it, the sweat and tears of Martha with a slight pang of her royal jelly moisturiser. She could hardly bear to leave this house.

  Once she shuts the front door for the last time, she shuts out the life she had with John. She shuts out the memories.

  The plans.

  Willy’s first few years.

  The happy times.

  The struggles.

  Martha had accepted Johnny’s death. She had no other choice. All she had now were the memories.

  Every day he was serving in the army she would worry. So many people had lost their lives. So much heartbreak and families torn apart but he would always come back. Most times, with no warning. He would bound in through the front door, dump his bags on the floor and call out to his family. Firstly, he would pick up Willy in his arms and give him a tight squeeze and plant a big kiss on his little rosy cheek. Willy’s eyes would light up and he would giggle with pure delight. His little laugh would fill the room with happiness, changing the ordinarily nervous atmosphere instantly. Then Johnny would put Willy down next to his toys and look up at Martha who was watching them. Martha looked beautiful as always. She would be wearing her apron most of the time he came back, with her immaculate victory rolls set in her thick brown bouncy hair. She had winter- like clear blue eyes and always had her signature slick of red lipstick on.

  No matter what the occasion she always looked glamorous and beautiful and what made her most attractive was that she had no idea quite how captivating she was. Johnny would forever be in awe.

  Everything that had happened, everything he had seen, all the trauma he had experienced, it would disappear when he saw her. She was his everything. She was what drove him when he felt weak. When he was scared, he would be brave for her and his son, Willy too. He would do everything in his power for those two. The apples of his eye and boy was it good to be home. He would take a step closer to Martha, and she would look at him.

  Her stomach flipped every time she saw him. Twelve years together and he still made her weak at the knees, but every time he left she felt sick to the stomach and would stay that way until he got back. She would finish drying her hands with the tea towel, a household item which had almost become like a comforter for her.

  Like clockwork, the emotion would rise in her. She would try to fight it back but the more she did, the stronger it would get. Her big blue eyes would start to fill quickly with salty tears and then the first significant tear would leak from her perfectly lined, doe-

  like eye and roll down her cheek; and then another and then another until she was crying uncontrollably. She would fling her arms around him and sob. He would pull her in; one arm around the top of her back and shoulders and the other at the bottom of her back and gently rub his hand up and down her slight frame, soothe her and tell her it was ok. He was back now.

  She hated doing this and every time, promised herself she wouldn’t the next time, but she knew that was a promise she couldn’t keep. She didn’t want him thinking she couldn’t cope, she didn’t want to make his job any harder for him than it was, but the relief to have him home every time was a feeling that would never grow old.

  Those memories for Martha were to be just that. On April 22nd, 1943 life changed. It was one of those life events whereby people say you will never forget it but it hadn’t been that way for her; she was already beginning to forget. It was one big blur and that blur lasted for months.

  On April 22nd, she had been playing with Willy. She had not long bathed him. He was on his baby towel on the living room floor and she was drying him off. Although he did bear a slight resemblance to Martha, he was his father’s son and she loved that. For every day that she missed John, she could look at Willy and know that he was with her. His eyes, although only baby eyes, would bore through her and reach right into her heart and soul. Mostly that soothed her, but sometimes the darkness of his pupils staring at her used to make her nervous and unsettled and wishing that John could be there immediately. She wondered if the baby was an indicator of John’s safety and that’s why she would have those feelings sometimes. Maybe she could pick up a sixth sense from Willy when John was in danger; after all, he was made by both, he shared both of their genes.

  She would never know.

  When she did see John, he would tell her nothing. He would say that everything was fine and that she shouldn’t worry so much. He
was a man, a typical man but also a gentleman and very loving. She hoped Willy would be just like him. How could he not? A beautiful baby boy. She leaned down and tickled him and he began to laugh and coo. She then blew a big raspberry on his belly and he laughed and giggled in sheer delight. His skin so soft and delicate – scrumptious. They played this game for a good few minutes. His laugh was so infectious, how could she stop.

  There was a knock at the door. She called out that she would be just a minute. She wrapped little Willy up in his soft baby towel and stroked his face with her index finger.

  ‘Now you wait there like a good boy, Willy. Mummy will be just a second.’

  She got up and wandered just out of sight to the door. The door was a solid wooden one with no window. She patted down her skirt, checked her hair and with what would become slow motion in memory, turned the golden latch on the door. The gloomy, poorly lit hallway came to life with beams of the outside world flooding it with colour. On the opposite side of the door to Martha was a boy of about fourteen. He had a plain envelope with a cross on it. Of that moment, that was all Martha could remember.

  The boy had delivered a telegram. Martha had known what it was as soon as she saw the envelope. She had heard it before from people she knew quite well and others she barely knew. The news was always

  delivered by a teenage boy and the envelope would always be plain with a cross on it. It was the fastest way of giving the message. When she opened the door, she didn’t even see his face. She saw the envelope instantly and passed out.

  The months passed by in a haze. Martha tried to be as strong as she could for Willy. Heavens, if it wasn’t for Willy, she might not have coped at all.

  Martha kept thinking back to how they had met. She wished that she could go back to then. Go back to when they were all so young and happy and carefree. John or Johnny, as she affectionately called him, was her world. She came from an average working family and was one of three sisters. She was the middle one. Their mother had died giving birth to Susannah, the youngest of the sisters. After that their father had never been the same, choosing to drown his sorrows and slowly lose sense of reality. He became quite a cruel man.

  Whether it was him that was cruel or the alcohol that made him that way no one would know but life was certainly not rosy for the girls back then. Jane was the eldest sister and the most beautiful. She was married off at seventeen. She married into a wealthy family and had hardly looked back since. These days they only heard from her on birthdays and Christmases and that was it. Martha didn’t blame her. Although Jane wasn’t as compassionate as Martha, she accepted her for who she was.

  Martha just wanted to have a family of her own. A family that would always be together and never abandons each other. Susannah was to be the career woman. She went to college as soon as she was old enough to begin a career in nursing. She was a very sweet girl but possibly quite damaged. She lived in the wake of her mother’s death and although their father had never blamed her, he might as well have said it at times. Martha was extremely proud of her younger sister and slightly disappointed in her older sister. Maybe disappointed wasn’t the word, just a bit sad that she married off and never got in touch. They had been so close when they were younger. Life hadn’t been easy for the Henderson girls, but you could say they had all achieved a life of their own.

  Jane was married and living with a wealthy family. Martha was married to an army boy and had a baby and Susannah had the brains and a bright career ahead of her yet despite all of that they had grown quite distant. Martha often felt lonely and left out and so she was delighted when John asked her to marry him. They had been teenage sweethearts. He had chased her for some time, but she was rather reserved whereas he was not. He had that boyish charm, played the clown and was ‘one of the lads’ as it were but it was all camaraderie.

  He had loved Martha from the minute he set eyes on her. It was June 1930 when Johnny and Martha had been introduced. He was playing rugby in the local league. He had played since little school. His Dad had always pushed him to be competitive, but he didn’t mind, in fact, he thrived on it. He loved showing off and he could because he was naturally very good at most sports. Martha had been invited to watch the match by her friend Mae. Mae’s brother played in the team, that’s how she got the tickets, but that’s not why they were going. Mae had a big crush on several of the boys and she would be happy to win the attention of any one of them or all of them. Although the two girls were best friends, they were different in appearance and morals to a degree. Mae was much more voluptuous than Martha but quite beautiful. She was confident, buxom, sexy and much more outgoing than Martha. She always gave the impression nothing phased her. She was always on at Martha to show a bit more cleavage or even just a bit of skin. It drives the boys wild she would tell Martha.

  Martha just wasn’t like that. She was nervous around boys, around a lot of people in fact and didn’t like to attract attention.

  Sometimes she wished she had an ounce of Mae’s confidence, but sometimes Mae’s confidence would make her cringe. Like the time when there had been a regatta on in town. All the men were competing in strength competitions such as tug of war and who could punch the punch bag the hardest. The women would all be helping each other out on the various cake stalls and mingling together but not Mae.

  She had to have a go at the tug of war. She had to punch the punch bag. She wasn’t any good at the challenges, but it would evoke a roar of applause and attention amongst the men and she craved it, enjoyed it and soaked it up. That day, the day of the Regatta, after they had cleared up from all the activities they ended up at the local public house drinking until the early hours. Martha didn’t drink much and didn’t behave too differently from how she normally did, but Mae was dancing on the tables by the end of the night, singing at the top of her lungs, downing drinks and just being one of the boys. Sometimes it was fun to watch and sometimes it was slightly quite unsettling for Martha. But that was Mae. The girls weren’t normally allowed in the pubs which is why Mae told Martha she should make the most of it.

  Martha and Mae were quite different, but they were the best of friends. Deep down they both admired the other for being different to them and they were girls, they both wanted the same thing, to be swept off their feet and be loved and be cared for and to play the wife. That’s what all the girls wanted. So, when Mae invited Martha to watch the rugby that day in June Martha gladly accepted. She was a nervous girl, but she wasn’t one to miss out either.

  They arrived at the pitch together and on the way there, Mae had already given Martha the low down on the whole team. She knew everything about everyone. Sometimes Martha wondered if Mae was talking to her specifically or just talking in general, but she didn’t mind. She liked the noise Mae made. It distracted her from her usually nervous and anxious mind. Mae had given Martha her top five players from the rugby team whom she would be happy to court, but with her looks, and her breasts, Martha was sure Mae could probably have any one of them.

  The girls walked over to the drink stand and got a ginger beer each. Martha hated the taste of it, but Mae had told her it was a must because one of the girls at the Women’s Institute had told her it flattens the stomach. So, it was decided, that’s what they would be drinking until Mae got her hands on a new fad.

  All the girls that were there at the rugby match knew Mae. When she walked over, there was a loud chorus of appreciation for her being there. They were the local glamour girls if you like, all dressed up as if they were meeting royalty with as much makeup on as their faces could take and enough hairspray to piece together a broken vase. Martha was never going to be like them, not because she disapproved but because she didn’t know how to look or dress like them.

  Anyway, one thing she did know was that as much as they all seemed the best of friends they weren’t really. Those girls would steal each other’s boyfriends, lie and backstab about each other but then they would put on the airs and graces all the time when they were togethe
r. She found it most bizarre. Mae was a loyal friend to Martha. They had been neighbours since they were babies so you could say that they were like sisters. Martha knew she was safe with Mae and Mae knew with certainty that she was safe with a friend like Martha.

  Once Mae had finished saying her hellos, she walked back over to Martha and linked arms with her.

  ‘Come on, let’s go and show these boys what they could have. Today we arrive as mysterious women, and we leave as wanted women.’ Martha’s stomach flipped with dreaded fear, but she knew there was no getting out of it. They walked over to the side of the pitch and found a spot at the front, of course, with some chairs to put their belongings on. Mae took off her coat to reveal her modern and somewhat tight dress. Those boys were in for an eyeful today. She looked at Martha and observed her fully covered body and began undoing her coat for her to reveal her neckline.

  ‘Come on, if you want to be noticed you need to put in some of the effort.’

  She meant it in the nicest way but that was Mae, she wasn’t good at quotes, anecdotes, advice or compliments but the difference was she meant to be. She tugged Martha’s coat off her, tidied her hair up and looked at her like a picture had been unveiled.

  ‘Lovely. What man isn’t going to want us.’

  The men were up the other end of the pitch warming up and preparing for the game. Mae was trying to find George, her brother. Well, she said she was trying to spot him but what Martha mostly heard was, ‘ I think he’s at the back next to Philip. Now, Philip I wouldn’t mind getting to know better. Sarah Gregson wouldn’t like it, but that was ages ago, so I’m sure he is fair game. Or is that him next to Andrew? Andrew is sooo divine. Louise from number 63 said he was big if you know what I mean but then he dumped her for Anna, Philips sister, and since then she said he’s nothing but a little boy, but I don’t think he is with Anna anymore anyway because Philip went mad about it...’