Iâm Lana.â
âAnd Iâm Irene.â
They stood gazing at Lorna, and then burst into fits of giggles.
âOh, be quiet, the pair of you,â Pete said, looking up from the paper.
Lorna found she was hungry, and she did justice to the tasty fish pie, and didnât need a second invitation to heap her plate with vegetables.
She tried not to notice that the two girls were staring at her. And from time to time they would dissolve into giggles.
âSo whatâs your job, Lorna?â Peteâs father said.
âIâm a secretary, in an insurance office,â said Lorna.
âOh!â Lana was impressed by this. âYouâve a good job, then.â
âI suppose I have, â Lorna, who was actually a typist, said.
The two girls were silent for a bit, and then they started giggling again.
Pete helped his mother to clear the plates.
âHave a cigarette, Lorna?â Peteâs father held out the packet.
âI donât smoke, thanks.â
âPete?â
âIâve stopped, Dad.â
âHave you now?â Tommy was surprised.
Pete looked uncomfortable.
âI was never going to save enough couponsâfive thousand for a record player. Besides,â he added, âIâm saving up.â
âOoh . . .â Lana said, looking from under her eyelashes at Pete. âWhat for, Iâd like to know.â
Pete coloured.
âNone of your business.â
âLeave the lad alone,â their mother said, coming back into the room.
Lana laughed and turned to Lorna.
âAre you saving up, too, Lorna?â Both girls dissolved into laughter as they left the room, looking back and winking at their brother.
âSilly girls,â Agnes tutted.
âCan I help you to wash up?â Lorna asked politely.
âYou really shouldnât, youâre a guest here . . .â
âNot at all,â Lorna replied with a smile.
When theyâd finished and went through to the living-room, Pete and his father were discussing the Parsâ chances in the next home game.
Agnes shook her head.
âItâs all the latest fashion with Lana and Irene. Stiletto heels! I tell them theyâre bad for your feet, but they wonât listen. Now you sit down and tell us all about yourself. Your dadâs on the ferries, Pete said?â
* * *
It was easy after that. Peteâs mother was comfortable to be with. And Lorna could sense that Pete was more relaxed, laughing and teasing his mother.
She dotes on him, thought Lorna, noticing how Agnesâs eyes glowed as she looked at her son.
She stretched and thought of the long uncomfortable journey home, the damp chill inside the bus, waiting at Dunfermline bus station, probably stamping her feet to keep warm. She was glad of the loden duffle coat her mother had bought her in the sales It was warm and waterproof.
Peteâs mother stood up and drew back the net curtains.
âItâs been snowing again,â she said.
Without a word, Tommy rose and went to the door.
âItâs deep,â he said when he came back. âThe buses wonât be getting through.â
âNever mind,â Agnes said. âYou can stay the night here, Lorna. You can have Lanaâs bed and sheâll sleep on the sofa bed.â
âBut . . .â Lorna began.
âItâs no bother, dear,â Peteâs mother reassured her. âIâll away and see to clean sheets for you. And you can phone your mother, tell her youâre safe here. Then sheâll not worry. Weâve got the phone nowâitâs in the hall.â
Lorna wondered what on earth she could say. Trembling a little, she lifted the receiver and asked to be put through to her home number.
âLorna! Weâve been worried sick about you,â Joe said, sounding irritable. âWhere are you? I could come out and fetch you . . . Hereâs your mother. Sheâs been worried,