Turn Left at the Daffodils

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She settled down to think about leave and leave-rosters, whilst Nan brooded that it wasn’t half awful having to share your transport with a sergeant on your afternoon off.

But Evie gentled her wedding ring and thought how marvellous it would be if she turned a corner and saw Bob striding towards her.

‘I can see the Cathedral,’ Carrie called. ‘Nearly there.’

She found the barracks with no trouble at all, reversed neatly into a parking space, then locked the truck.

‘Ten o’clock!’ reminded Sergeant James, then strode off in the direction of the High Street and a hairdresser called Maisie.

‘Where are you meeting Chas?’ Evie asked.

‘Outside the Cathedral. I told him I’m not very good at findin’ places, so he said I couldn’t miss something so big and I was to meet him there. Fingers crossed, eh?’ she grinned. ‘See you’se both. Have fun…’

‘Fun!’ Carrie grunted. ‘All I can think of is this letter. Keep your eyes open for a pillarbox, Evie.’

‘You managed it, then? Difficult, was it?’

‘After four false starts, but I got it finished in the end. It’s a bit of a jumble, but he’ll get the message. And I was very reasonable; said I knew things would be fine when we can get together and put things to rights – or words to that effect.’

‘So you’ll be threshing things out on your next leave – not arranging a wedding?’

‘If Jeffrey accepts the way I feel about – you know – things, there’s nothing to stop us getting a special licence – takes about three days, I believe. Mind, it would be a quiet wedding and a short honeymoon, so if mother is planning a big do, then we’ll have to put it off, to give her time. You were married in white, weren’t you?’ There was a wedding photograph on Evie’s locker. ‘Don’t think I’ll be able to run to anything elaborate, especially since I’d have to give coupons for a dress I’d only wear once.’

‘You’ve got clothing coupons?’ Evie frowned. ‘Didn’t you give them in when you joined up?’

‘I gave in my food ration book, my identity card and my clothing coupons book. But I only left two coupons in it – cut out the rest and they’re hidden at home. And I still think being married in our uniforms would be just fine. And I’m lucky. I won’t have to have a utility nine-carat ring. Mother said I could have my grandmother’s wedding ring. It’s quite thick and a bit old-fashioned, but it’s the real thing – and hey up, Evie. You take it!’

An officer was approaching them, head on, and would require to be saluted, because there were no convenient shop windows they could turn to look into, no way of getting out of it.

Evie brought her hand up in the smartest salute; Carrie gave an eyes right then whispered, ‘Hell!’ I hate saluting!’

‘You’ll get used to it, old love. King’s Regulations and all that. Means nothing, really. You’re only saluting the rank and not the man. And this place is crawling with officers – let’s get out of here, sharpish.’

They made for the street outside and a pillarbox and a café in that order, finding both within yards of each other.

‘Good! Just slip it in,’ Evie whispered, ‘as if you’ve got every right to. Try not to look guilty!’

Carrie heard the plop as it fell, then relaxed visibly. It was on its way now; no going back. And Jeffrey would understand – of course he would!

‘Right! Tea and with a bit of luck, a cake, or something,’ Evie grinned. ‘You look as if you could do with a cuppa, Tiptree.’

‘I could. And thanks a lot,’ Carrie sighed as she opened the café door. ‘For helping me sort things out. I feel a whole lot better about everything, now.’