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A spark returned to Dolly’s eyes, her voice indignant, ‘She can’t take Johnny away from us. We’re his grandparents.’

‘She can, love. Now that the marriage is over, Pearl can do what she likes.’

‘Who said it’s over? Pearl is still Kevin’s wife and it’s her duty to wait for him until he comes out of prison.’

‘Dolly, for Gawd’s sake, you’re talking rot! He beat up a man, raped a woman and, if you ask me, Pearl’s better off without him.’

Before his eyes, Bernie saw the transformation in his wife’s demeanour. The spark in her eyes turned to fire as she spat, ‘He didn’t rape that woman, and I am
not
talking rot. Like it or not, Pearl must stay with us. I’ve already lost my son, and I don’t intend to lose my grandson too.’

‘It’s Pearl’s decision,’ Bernie said.

‘She’ll move in with Bessie over my dead body.’

‘Dolly …’

‘Enough! I don’t want to hear another word about it.’ Dolly stood up and, finding a clean nappy, she laid the baby on the rug to change him.

Pearl came back into the room, carefully balancing a tray, smiling at her son’s antics. He loved being free of the binding, his chubby legs kicking, and hands waving before going down to pull on his little penis. Dolly slapped it away, her voice loud. ‘Stop that, you dirty little boy,’ she cried. ‘Bad boy, it’s nasty to do that.’ Then, seeing Pearl, she added, ‘What’s this about you moving in with Bessie Penfold?’

Dolly looked surprised when Pearl slammed the tray down before moving swiftly to her side. She picked the baby up, her face and voice tight, ‘Yes, that’s right.’

‘Well you can forget it.’

‘But—’

‘No buts. You’re Kevin’s wife and your place is with us. Bernie has suggested that we move out of the area and I think it’s a good idea. Mind you, Devon or Cornwall is a bit far, but Dorset would be all right. It’ll be lovely for Johnny to grow up in the country and while we’re waiting for Kevin to come home, we can all work together in a nice little tearoom.’

Bernie held his breath, but Pearl didn’t argue, just saying, ‘Johnny needs a wash and then I’ll get him dressed.’

Dolly, he saw, had a smile of satisfaction on her face. ‘See, I soon sorted her out. Right, Bernie, let’s see about getting this place on the market.’

Bernie heaved a sigh. He should have stood up for Pearl but, like Dolly, he didn’t want to leave their grandson behind. ‘So, you fancy Dorset then?’

‘Yes, and the more I think about it, the better it sounds. We can offer sandwiches and home-made cakes, served on pretty china. There’ll be no more getting up at the crack of dawn to cook flaming breakfasts. Oh, I can just see it, Bernie. Lovely fresh white linen tablecloths and small vases of flowers on the tables.’

‘Sounds good to me, love.’

‘I’ll be able to spend a lot more time with Johnny.’

Whilst they happily made plans, unbeknown to
them, Pearl was rapidly making her own. She was stuffing clothes into bags before hiding them in the bottom of the wardrobe. She’d wait until that night, wait until her in-laws were asleep, and then she was getting out of there.

Chapter Thirty-Six

The house was silent. Pearl’s nerves were jumping as she crept downstairs. She had taken all she could carry, stuffing bags into the pram, and now, fully loaded, she carefully opened the street door. With infinite care she closed it behind her, stepping outside into the dark night. She was leaving, her shoulders stiff with resolution. Dolly was back to normal, laying down the law, but Kevin had told her to keep Johnny away from his mother, and she intended to do just that. She was going to Bessie’s, and there was no way Dolly Dolby was going to drag her back.

Pearl banged on Bessie’s door again and again, relieved when at last she opened it.

‘Bloody hell, love, what are you doing here at this time of night?’

‘I’m sorry, Bessie, but I had to get away.’

‘All right, come on in, but why didn’t you wait until the morning?’

‘Dolly’s back to normal and if I hadn’t sneaked out now, there’s no way she would let me leave.’

‘She couldn’t have kept you a prisoner.’

‘Dolly’s capable of anything,’ Pearl said as she put the brake on the pram, leaving Johnny asleep as she lugged her things upstairs. She then went down again to get her son, laying him gently on the sofa.

‘Right,’ Bessie said. ‘Start at the beginning.’

‘They’re going to sell up and move out of the area, and it’s as though the decision has given Dolly a new lease of life. Only yesterday she was a wreck, but now she’s back to laying down the law. She won’t accept that my marriage is over and insisted that I go with them to Devon or Cornwall.’

‘For goodness’ sake, Pearl, you’re not a child. You’re a grown woman and she can’t force you to go.’

‘I … I just didn’t want an argument.’

‘If I know Dolly, you won’t have much choice. As soon as she finds you’ve gone, she’ll be over here.’

‘Oh, Bessie, what am I going to do?’

‘For starters you can get that frightened rabbit look off your face and stand up for yourself. As I said, Dolly can’t force you to go, and you’ll just have to tell her that.’

Pearl shook her head doubtfully, her head drooping.

‘Come on,’ Bessie said. ‘Let’s get to bed and we’ll worry about Dolly bloody Dolby in the morning.’

With a nod of agreement, Pearl rose to her feet and lifted Johnny into her arms. She followed Bessie upstairs, her tired eyes widening when she saw her old room and the cot in the corner. ‘Oh, Bessie.’

‘Now then, don’t start the waterworks. I knew you’d be moving in eventually and the cot didn’t cost me anything. It was in the back room, but cleaned up nicely.’

Pearl took in the clean white sheets, the soft blankets and choked, her eyes watery as she said, ‘I don’t know how to thank you.’

‘Leave it out, girl. Now get yourself and Johnny to bed and we’ll talk again in the morning.’

Bessie left then and, after settling Johnny, Pearl climbed into her own bed. She had done it; she had got away from Dolly. But now she shivered. Bessie was right: as soon as Dolly found her gone, she’d come looking for her and she dreaded it.

Pearl wanted to remain hidden, but Bessie wouldn’t stand for it. ‘You can’t stay up here for ever, love. If Dolly comes over here, stand your ground. She doesn’t own you and can’t drag you back.’

Reluctantly Pearl followed the woman downstairs, but as she settled Johnny in his pram and glanced out of the window, her heart skipped with fear.

‘Oh God, Dolly’s already on her way over.’

‘Now then, don’t run away. As I told you, stand your ground, girl.’

Pearl wanted nothing more than to flee, but moments later the door flew open, crashing back against the wall. Ramrod straight, her hair still loose and flying wildly around her shoulders, Dolly marched into the shop.

‘I don’t know what your game is, but you can bring that child back to the café.’

The noise woke Johnny up and he began to cry, but as Dolly moved towards the pram, Pearl barred her path. ‘Keep away from him.’

‘You must be mad, girl. I’m not having my grandson living in this dump!’

‘Oy, watch your mouth, Dolly Dolby,’ Bessie said, moving from behind the counter.

‘Shut up!’ Dolly shouted, her hand coming out as though Bessie was a fly to swat away.

‘Don’t you dare touch her!’ Pearl screamed.

Dolly stayed her hand, saying with a scowl, ‘Huh, I wouldn’t touch her with a bleedin’ bargepole.

She made for the pram again, but Pearl bent swiftly, snatching Johnny up and holding him tightly to her. ‘Stay away from my son!’

‘I’ll do no such thing! He’s
my
grandson and his place is with me.’

Pearl felt her body swelling, stretching, and from somewhere inside she felt imbued with strength.
‘No, Dolly, his place is with me,
his mother
! I’ll decide where he lives, not you, and we’re staying here.’

‘You heard her. I want you out of my shop, Dolly Dolby, and now.’

‘I told you to shut your mouth, Bessie Penfold! I ain’t going anywhere without my grandson and if you get in my way I’ll smash your bleedin’ face in.’

When Pearl heard the threat it was the final straw. She had lived in fear of this woman, allowed herself to be ordered about like a servant, but she wasn’t going to let Dolly take her son. Johnny was still wailing, but her voice rose above his cries. ‘You lay one finger on Bessie, or my son, and I’ll call the police.’

‘You wouldn’t dare!’

‘Oh yes I would.’ And playing what she hoped was a trump card, she added, ‘And I’m sure the locals would love to see another Dolby being carted off to gaol.’

‘You little bitch,’ Dolly spat. ‘All right, I’m going, but I ain’t finished with you yet!’

The breath left Pearl’s body in a rush as Dolly marched out of the shop, slamming the door behind her.

‘There, there, it’s all right,’ she soothed, patting Johnny on his back. His cries turned to little hiccuping sobs, and then finally stopped.

‘Well done, love,’ Bessie said. ‘She was like a bleedin’ Amazon, but you sorted her out.’

‘Yes, but for how long?’

‘You’ve got the upper hand now, and it won’t take her long to realise that if she wants to see her grandson, she’ll have to behave.’

Pearl smiled at last. She had done it. She had stood up to Dolly and from now on, nobody was going to walk all over her again.

Dolly was fuming as she marched across the road, but saw many eyes looking at her, and heard sniggers of laughter. Her hand flew up, touching her hair, and she suddenly realised that she had dashed out without giving any thought to her appearance. Christ, she still had her slippers on! Head down she surged forward, almost running to the sanctuary of the café.

The postman had been and a few letters lay on the floor. She swept them up, still sick with shame as she flicked through them, but then stayed her hand as one caught her eye. It was addressed to Pearl, the writing spidery, and she frowned, wondering who it was from.

Well, sod the girl. She had run off, taking Johnny with her. Without hesitation, Dolly tore the envelope open. Her mouth gaped in disbelief as she read the contents. She then smiled slyly. She’d keep this bit of information to herself and it
would serve Pearl right. Dolly stuffed the letter into her pocket and went upstairs.

‘She wouldn’t come back then?’ Bernie said.

‘No, and she even had the cheek to threaten me with the police.’

‘Blimey! Why did she do that?’

‘Oh, I dunno. Probably because I threatened to give Bessie Penfold a clout.’

‘Bloody hell – what did you do that for?’

‘Cos the old cow told me to get out of her shop.’

Bernie shook his head. ‘Dolly, it sounds to me like you went in there like a bull into a china shop.’

‘Yeah, well, maybe I did, but Pearl can’t keep me away from my grandson.’

‘Dolly, she can, and we can’t do anything about it.’

‘Huh, we’ll see about that. I’ll go to a bloody solicitor if I have to.’

‘It won’t do any good. We have no legal rights over Johnny.’

‘Don’t be daft. We’re his grandparents.’

‘As the law stands at the moment, it doesn’t make any difference.’

Dolly sunk onto a chair, her mind turning. So, they had no legal rights, but she wasn’t going to give in. ‘I’ll tidy myself up and go over there again.’

‘It might be better if I speak to her.’

‘No, I’ll sort her out.’

‘Dolly, if you aren’t careful, you’ll frighten her
off. There’s nothing to stop her leaving Bessie’s, and if she does we’d lose track of her.’

Dolly frowned. Bernie was right. She didn’t want the girl bolting and needed time to think, to plan. In the meantime, Bernie might be able to calm things down.

‘All right, you talk to her. She always did have a soft spot for you.’

Bernie left half an hour later. Awaiting his return, Dolly paced the floor. She wanted out of this area, but had no intention of leaving without her grandson. A plan began to form, and as she went over it, Dolly decided it could work. But would Bernie agree?

A lot depended on how quickly they could sell the business, but then, struck by a thought, she stopped pacing. The letter that had been delivered for Pearl might put a fly in the ointment. Grabbing her coat from the back of the chair, she pulled the crumpled envelope out of the pocket.

As she read the contents again, a small smile of satisfaction crossed her face. The woman was ill, too ill to travel, and that suited Dolly fine. There was no chance of her turning up for the time being, no chance of any interference, and with any luck they would be long gone before she showed her face.

She went over the plan again, a little unsure if
Kevin had any legal rights. He must have, he was Johnny’s father! It might be for the best if Bernie approached him. He could tell Kevin that Pearl was an unfit mother and that Johnny was in danger. It was rubbish, of course, but Kevin loved his son and would want to protect him.

Dolly frowned, unsure of this stage of her plan, but then her back straightened. Even if Kevin wouldn’t co-operate, it could still work. They’d have to change their names, of course, but just in case Bernie baulked at the idea, she’d wait until they had a buyer for the café before telling him. He might not like it, but she’d get round him, and if not, well, sod him. She’d do it on her own.

Bernie sat in Bessie’s living room, relieved that Pearl had agreed to speak to him in private, his eyes soft as he gazed at his grandson. The lad was growing fast, sitting up now and a happy baby, with chubby arms and legs that waved with excitement at the sight of his toy.

‘Dolly is really sorry, Pearl, but when you went off without telling us, she nearly went out of her mind.’

‘That’s no excuse for coming over here and threatening Bessie.’

‘I know, but she’s come to her senses now. All she wants is to be allowed to see the nipper now and then.’

Pearl shook her head. ‘I’ve already told you. Kevin warned me to move out and to keep Johnny away from his mother.’

‘That doesn’t make any sense, love. Dolly may not be perfect, but who is? And she loves Johnny. It would be cruel to stop her seeing him.’