know that.â Poppy put the kettle over the fire to make a pot of cocoa, her fatherâs bedtime drink. âI wanted to ask you something.â
âA new skirt? A pair of dancing pumps?â
âNo.â She smiled. âI want you to take me to the Theatre Royal. Itâs ages since we went out to âtheatre or music hall,â she coaxed. âAnd I saw a poster when I was coming back from my singing lesson, and I thought how nice it would be if we could go. Just you and me,â she added, as she stirred his drink and added milk. âLena and Tommy could run things if we went on a quiet night.â She avoided mentioning Albertâs name whenever possible.
He sighed. âIâve not wanted to go since your ma died,â he said. âItâs not seemed right somehow to be enjoying myself when sheâs not beside me.â
Poppy sat opposite him and cradled her cup between her hands. âIâve felt the same,â she said softly. âBut I think that now we can. I donât think sheâd mind.â
He glanced across at her. âOh, she wouldnât mind. Itâs me that does. I keep thinking of âtimes when I was too busy to go with her. And now itâs too late.â
âSo, would you go with me, Pa? Ma would like it if you did.â
He gazed meditatively into the fire and didnât answer for a moment. Then he took a breath. âShe would, wouldnât she? Aye, all right. Theatre Royal? It would make a change from âMechanics. Whatâs on there?â
There were theatres, concert halls and public rooms for entertainment and music all over the town, catering for every taste. The Assembly and Public Rooms put on lectures and vocal concerts, and there were lantern lectures at the Royal Institution. The Mechanics Music Hall was probably the Mazzinis favourite, with the Alhambra in Porter Street and the Theatre Royal in Paragon Street running a close second. A new theatre for performances of opera and drama, the Grand Theatre and Opera House, was due to open in George Street fairly soon, such was the appetite of Hull residents for all things musical, entertaining or edifying.
âNext week thereâs Will Vane, the Banjo King,â Poppy said, knowing that he would enjoy that. âThereâs a comedian, a baritone singer â youâd like him â and a ballad and descriptive vocalist,â she added last of all. âMiss Agnes Cotton.â
âMm,â he said. âI wouldnât mind seeing Will Vane again, heâs very good. Saw him a few years back; I thought heâd retired. All right. Next Monday, then. Itâll be fairly quiet in âshop. Tommy can look after things and we should be home by half past nine.â
Poppy jumped up and planted a kiss on the top of his head. âOh, thank you, Pa! Oh, I just canât wait!â
They heard a key rattle in the back door. âTommy!â Joshua said. âHeâs early for a change.â
Tommy came into the kitchen followed by Charlie, and Poppyâs heart skipped a beat. âNo billiards tonight,â Tommy said. âTheyâve had a flood at âGeorge and everybodyâs paddling around in the water.â He wagged his thumb over his shoulder. âCharlie didnât want to get his feet wet.â
âNot bothered about my feet,â Charlie said. âIt was my boots I was bothered about. These are my best!â
âQuite right,â Joshua agreed. âGood boots donât come cheap. Howâs your father doing?â he asked. âBusiness good?â
âFine. Fine.â Charlie gave Poppy a surreptitious wink, which made her blush. âKeeping busy.â
âMake us a cup oâ tea, Pops,â Tommy said. âWeâre gasping, arenât we, Charlie?â
Poppy swung the kettle over the fire again as Charlie nodded and smiled at her. âI will,â she said. âOnly
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