complained from behind.
âSorry. Come on, Mair,â Rhiannon said.
A young girl not much older than Rhiannon held out her hand. âTickets, please.â On taking the tickets she did an immediate double take, her eyes darting from them to Rhiannon and then to Mair. Then, as she flashed them a friendly smile, she said, âPlease follow me.â
The young girl led them through a doorway, then up a few stairs to a small private seating area at the side of the stage.
âHere we are, then. Please ... take your seats,â the young girl said.
Inside the box there were four gilt chairs with red-plush seats, each facing the stage; so close Rhiannon could almost touch the elaborate gold-fringed red curtain that hung across it from the high proscenium arch.
She caught her breath and could almost taste the scent of wood, tobacco, stale beer and hair-oil, all combined â pungent and yet strangely pleasurable.
âRhi, did you know it was going to be as lovely as this?â Mair whispered as the girl in her neat black-and-white dress waited for them to take their seats.
âNo. Iâm as surprised as you, but isnât it great? Itâs another world,â Rhiannon said.
âAre you sure these are our seats?â Rhiannon enquired.
The girl smiled. âMiss Grayson booked this box for her âspecial guestsâ.â
Rhiannon nodded. âOh I see.â She didnât really. If it were true then it meant she and Mair were somehow special; surely that couldnât be?
Mair was first to take her seat, leaving Rhiannon to sit next to her.
âYou might like to place your suitcase under the seat, miss, thereâs plenty of room.â
âThank you, I will. Youâre very kind.â
âMiss Grayson gave strict instructions to look after you. So enjoy the show. Iâll come and see you at the interval.â Then handing Rhiannon a free programme she turned and left. Like Rhiannonâs, Mairâs head was on a swivel in an attempt to take in the vastness of the auditorium, the
flurry of flowered hats, feather bonnets, straw boaters and bowler hats, so many beautiful people, all dressed up to the nines, filling every seat of the stalls and all three tiers above.
âLook at the top balcony, Rhi. Itâs packed with ordinary folk like us â you can tell theyâre not toffs. Are you sure we shouldnât be up with them? Mind you, I donât know that Iâd fancy being that far up. Why, itâs as high as the sky!â
âYou heard what the girl said; weâre definitely in the right seats. Maybe that floorâs the one the man on the door called the gods? It makes sense when you think about it.â
âRhi, do you think my mother could be here?â
Mair hadnât mentioned Nellie for a long while, most of the time she made out she couldnât care less, but Rhiannon knew it must have really hurt when Nellie had upped and left.
âItâs possible, I suppose. But you have to remember Cardiff is a very big place, she could be anywhere.â
âGood riddance, thatâs what I say. It wouldnât worry me if I never saw her again!â
While Rhiannon doubted this to be the truth, she let it pass, sensing that it was probably Mairâs way of coping.
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Mair Parsons searched the auditorium, looking for her mother, while at the same time wondering what she would do if she found her. It was obvious that her mother wanted nothing to do with her. Why else would she have abandoned her? And it didnât stop with her mother. When her father had been due to be released from prison she had written to her grandmother in Nantymoel; it had done no good, not one of her family had ever attempted to make contact.
For a long while she had no idea where her mother had gone. Then, by chance, one of the valley gossips bumped into Nellie in Cardiff and couldnât wait to tell Mair how well she looked and how sheâd