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An Orphan’s Courage
Cathy Sharp
Heartache and hardship in London’s East End, from the bestselling author of The Orphans of Halfpenny StreetSt Saviours children’s home in London’s East End has provided a safe refuge for local children for decades and Sister Beatrice and her team are as busy as ever.New staff member Jinny is glad to escape the lewd advances of her drunken and slovenly mother’s rotten boyfriends, but can she prove she isn’t a chip off the old block?As ever, the staff are tested when orphaned brother and sister Andy and Beth are brought to the home – they are clearly terrified of something, and Andy refuses to be sent home, but can Sister Beatrice get to the bottom of their story before they are returned to their stepfather?It’s all in a day’s work for the home – but things are about to change forever – will they be ready to face the future?
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Table of Contents
Cover (#uc9bb4d69-5e01-5bdd-a7dd-daa6255740dd)
Title Page (#ua5d7bc01-b507-50fb-b5a3-963ae20accd7)
Copyright (#ue145dd76-fe87-5c07-a87a-c3ffc1e68cc4)
Chapter 1 (#uaeca0287-cf14-5290-96ae-8ccc6e9c55f2)
Chapter 2 (#u02dcedf1-1ca7-576e-83bd-dba55252653f)
Chapter 3 (#u8dc8b267-4d25-5160-9d28-613ecd0594d8)
Chapter 4 (#u6b15417b-a9c3-5dad-aff7-bda1e1495cf8)
Chapter 5 (#u3624a0bd-45c0-558f-9df2-c3724f988be5)
Chapter 6 (#u46a64457-1081-54b5-ac5b-dec1cc0fab26)
Chapter 7 (#u805665a4-ef0d-5d3c-8cb1-ee83d43dd443)
Chapter 8 (#ub4f22e43-3952-5588-95ff-be1c39e791bc)
Chapter 9 (#u0fc0c31f-a80f-5418-8f47-6c9b6a55ce67)
Chapter 10 (#u77554bed-9982-5827-9192-0c74c45664b2)
Chapter 11 (#ud313fc84-9276-51e1-98c6-e74987721fc0)
Chapter 12 (#u24785f1b-6dd5-50bb-b1b5-3289a3d879a5)
Chapter 13 (#ubbc2a43e-3ca4-5404-9c3c-690f9788ef77)
Chapter 14 (#ue6723790-43da-590e-b08a-6ec8ea956c8b)
Chapter 15 (#u8f7800a3-4ca8-596b-9cfa-64a6d442868a)
Chapter 16 (#u502a69ed-35dd-5d11-8dee-00b6c2399560)
Chapter 17 (#u15b193d6-5237-5167-97bc-12ed2eba4060)
Chapter 18 (#u067500c8-b4d4-5de4-831e-bb3c0cf13bae)
Chapter 19 (#uca974cad-23f7-5303-a6d2-4f9da6203a91)
Chapter 20 (#u30220492-7549-5d3f-b49a-47e17c0011d1)
Chapter 21 (#ua547de97-f5aa-5701-b8a3-96c804f6ce78)
Chapter 22 (#ub90e2a5e-0a3a-5dbf-9444-8b1d20e7a1bc)
Chapter 23 (#u72988504-49ee-5277-b4d0-2c21fddc1d49)
Chapter 24 (#u5f6fa444-508b-571f-ba7e-cb4959a86197)
Chapter 25 (#u3bfbc6e9-7803-5457-8386-82d0b70d29bb)
Chapter 26 (#u7e0c14a8-983a-5295-82fa-ac79f9058c92)
Chapter 27 (#u253c59fd-e56e-5be1-939b-1e7545fcf4a7)
Chapter 28 (#uf674404e-2e21-5511-a8a7-e899b0fd2fcd)
Chapter 29 (#ud8233055-01d3-56ba-8fec-f180df32c338)
Chapter 30 (#uf8b3ca88-ac8e-5691-add9-3a0525fc05e5)
Chapter 31 (#u75220774-0cfd-575d-8520-91ced343ac23)
Chapter 32 (#ud2f85e97-0781-5634-8a95-9175631f9b12)
Chapter 33 (#uc443e379-3196-5f14-83ac-3ca151b806a8)
Chapter 34 (#ua008cd52-2289-50d6-be7f-6800375aa30e)
A Q&A With Cathy Sharp (#u01609420-4f83-5fac-b7f6-5299ecd65bf7)
Keep Reading … (#ufaf2a36a-2544-56fc-8a40-0cec3ba50ca0)
About the Author (#u49f3cc9e-60bb-57b4-a511-76c431b578f8)
Also by Cathy Sharp (#u48707e4b-246e-537d-bdaa-f49385394095)
About the Publisher (#u6c73644f-9601-5665-abf1-936e5aaf0cd8)
CHAPTER 1 (#u5d3cd0a3-984e-521e-9d9e-34dae630d19a)
‘Want some pocket money?’ the drunken voice asked, and a large hand waved a pound note at Jinny Hollis enticingly. He leered at her in a way that sent chills down Jinny’s spine and she shook her head as he rose to his feet and stumbled across her mother’s kitchen towards her. ‘Come on, it isn’t hard to be nice to me, is it?’
Jinny drew back, feeling the vomit rise in her throat as she saw the lascivious gleam in his eyes. She kept her gaze fixed on the face of the latest of her mother’s punters, backing away, moving towards the door and freedom. He was good-looking in a dark, brutish way with black hair slicked back with hair oil and unshaven chin. Jake wasn’t the first to offer her money in order to be allowed to fumble beneath her skirts, and his approach was the same as that of all the others. When her mother was in the room they played the nice uncle, but as soon as Jinny was alone with them, they tried to molest her. Some offered enticements, money, small gifts and food but others just made a grab for her. She’d been forced to endure rough hands up her skirt and under her blouse more times than she cared to remember, and once, one of them had got her down and tried to force himself on her. Her screams had brought Nellie from next door running in at the kitchen door and her irate neighbour had batted the unfortunate uncle with her rolling pin until he swore at her, got to his feet and bolted.
Jinny would have screamed for Nellie now but she knew it would be useless; her friend had gone shopping down the market and wouldn’t be back for ages. Jinny’s back was against the door now. She wrenched at it, pulled it open and tried to escape into the back yard, but Jake lunged at her, pinning her against the doorpost so that she could feel its sharp edges cutting into her flesh.
‘Got you at last,’ he muttered as he pressed his slack wet mouth against hers and the stink of his breath made the gorge rise in her throat. In desperation she brought her knee up and went for his groin with every ounce of her strength. He gave a yell of shock mixed with pain and staggered back, his eyes filled with a vicious rage that terrified her. Yet her action had saved her, because as he drew back, stunned and winded, she made her escape into the yard and ran for her life.
Tears stung Jinny’s eyes as she ran, her chest heaving; she fought for breath and against the storm of emotion overtaking her now that she was – for the moment – out of danger. Forced at last to stop running because her chest hurt and she couldn’t go any further, Jinny leaned against the wall of a derelict factory and closed her eyes, letting the tears flow.
Why did everything have to be so horrible at home?
Jinny’s mother was almost always drunk when she came back from the pub where she worked behind the bar until late at night. There was usually a man in tow, sometimes known to Jinny and, at other times, a complete stranger. Mabel Hollis just didn’t seem to be able to manage without a man about the place, even though several of them had treated her badly. Some of them beat her and she often had black eyes when she finally got up in the morning, others simply sponged off her, expecting her to provide food and lodgings, as well as the other comforts Mabel offered. Quite a few considered that Jinny should be a part of the bargain, and she’d been fighting them off since she was twelve and was always in trouble at school for turning up late, because if she didn’t do a few chores in the house no one did, and the safest time to do them was in the morning before Jake and her mother got out of bed.
Jinny’s mother seemed to have money for drink and for having her hair bleached and set in the deep waves that men seemed to find so sensual, but she seldom remembered to go shopping for food, and often ended up shoving a few pennies in Jinny’s hand and telling her to get some chips. Mabel dressed and behaved like a tart, and Jinny was ashamed of her. Now that she was coming up to her fifteenth birthday and preparing to leave school Jinny thought desperately of getting away somewhere – anywhere she could live by herself or with friends, away from her mother’s sluttish ways and her men. She couldn’t really call them customers, because most of them didn’t pay a penny towards their keep and some lived off Mabel for as long as she was willing to provide them with whatever they needed.
‘What’s up then, Jinny?’
Her eyes flew open as she heard the voice close by. Micky Smith was three years older and had left school at fifteen to work on the Docks. At school he’d never noticed her, except once when she’d been at the centre of a group of vindictive classmates who were jeering at her, pulling her dark hair and calling her mother a whore and a drunken tart. Even though Jinny knew the accusations were true, she’d tried to defend her mother against their insults and given one of her tormentors a black eye. Several of the others had charged at her, knocking her to the ground, and she’d been struggling to throw them off when suddenly she’d found herself free and a grinning Micky Smith had been looking down at her. He’d offered her his hand, pulled her to her feet and then turned to the gang of sullen girls watching.
‘Jinny’s my friend,’ he’d claimed. ‘If any of you harm her again, you’ll answer to me.’
Jinny hadn’t even thanked him, because she’d hardly spoken to him previously and didn’t know what to say. For a moment their eyes met and then he’d walked off, leaving her standing alone.
‘Micky’s pet,’ one of the girls chanted at her mockingly. ‘Giving it ’im, are yer? Yer just a bleedin’ little whore like yer ma …’
‘Whore like yer ma …’ the other girls hissed but none of them tried to touch her as she brushed past them.
Jinny might have gone after Micky and thanked him then, but he was with some other lads and they were laughing and looking her way. She’d had the feeling they were laughing at her, probably saying what they’d like to do to her or naming her a whore like the girls had.
Now she stared at him, wary and half-mistrusting as she noticed that he was no longer dressed in patched trousers and a jacket with holes at the elbows. He had on a pair of black drainpipe trousers, a blue cloth jacket with velvet on the collar and suede shoes with thick crepe soles. His white shirt sported a thin black tie, which was knotted and pinned with what looked like a diamond tiepin. Knowing that Micky’s father hadn’t worked in years, because of an accident on the Docks, and his mother went charring at several offices, Jinny wondered how he’d managed to become prosperous all of a sudden.
‘I haven’t seen you for a while,’ Jinny said. ‘Not since school …’
‘I’ve been busy,’ Micky said and grinned. He had black curly hair, swarthy skin and very dark eyes; his hair was long, nestling into his nape and he had dark sideburns, rather like those worn by Elvis Presley, the American singer. All Jinny’s classmates swooned over Elvis Presley and talked about his records and the Rock ’n’ Roll dances they attended on Saturday nights. Jinny couldn’t afford to go to the dances and she didn’t have many friends – she couldn’t ever take them home so she was never asked to their birthday parties – but Nellie had an old-fashioned radiogram and she liked Rock ’n’ Roll, too. Jinny had heard her playing Elvis over and over again through the thin walls that separated their terraced houses.
‘I seen ’im at the flicks and ’e’s a bit of all right,’ she’d told Jinny when she went next door for a slice of bread and dripping and a rock cake, as she did most days after school. Nellie had a picture cut from a magazine, which she’d stuck up on her kitchen wall, much to her husband’s disgust, but Nellie only laughed and said if she were twenty years younger she’d be off to America to join the girls who flocked about their new heartthrob. Of course she didn’t mean it, because she and her husband got on well and had two grown-up sons with families of their own, but Nellie liked to tease her long-suffering husband. Both of Nellie’s sons were in the Army and no longer lived in London, but she looked forward to their infrequent visits with her grandchildren, of whom she had three. Colin had two young boys and Brian had a girl of a few months. Jinny knew how much she missed them but she was a cheerful woman in her early fifties and never let on to them that she wished they’d come back home.
‘They’ve got good lives where they are. I was worried to death when they had that trouble over the Suez Canal last year, but it seems it’s all over now, and Brian’s in Ireland now …’ Nellie had told Jinny as they looked at photos the elder son Colin had sent from Cyprus where he was currently stationed with his regiment. ‘Why should they want to come back ’ere then? I know Harold Macmillan says we’ve never ’ad it so good, but ’e ain’t living ’ere in this courtyard, is ’e?’
‘What were you cryin’ for?’ Micky asked; a sparkle in his dark eyes that made Jinny aware that lost in her thoughts she’d been staring for too long. ‘Are you in trouble?’
Jinny nodded, hanging her head, tongue-tied and ashamed. ‘It’s just one of Mum’s blokes …’ she said, because he expected an answer. ‘He tried to grab me … so I gave him one where it hurts with my knee – and he’ll half kill me when he gets the chance …’
Micky nodded his understanding. ‘Jake Harding is a nasty piece of work. Your ma should send him packing. He’s a troublemaker down the Docks – if you knew what I know …’
‘Why don’t you tell me?’
‘Best you don’t know, but he’s in with a bad lot and one of these days …’ Micky shook his head.
‘He hits Mum,’ Jinny said and shuffled her feet. ‘He’s one of the worst she’s had – and … I’m frightened of him …’
‘No need to be,’ Micky said. ‘I’ll sort him for you if you want?’
Jinny looked at him and smiled. ‘He’s a big bloke,’ she said. ‘It’s lovely of you to offer, but I don’t want you to get hurt for my sake …’
Micky looked amused and touched his pocket as if it contained a secret only he knew. ‘Don’t you worry about me, Jinny girl. I can take care of myself – and I take care of my own too.’
‘I never thanked you for what you did at school …’
‘You didn’t have to,’ he said. ‘I don’t like bullies.’
‘Jake is a bully,’ she said. ‘He offered me money for a start but when I said no he tried to force me … he’s not the first to try. Those girls were right that day; Mum is a whore – but she doesn’t even get paid half the time …’ She raised her head defiantly. ‘I’m not like her and I don’t want to be.’
‘I know that, Jinny.’
‘How can you? Everyone thinks I’m like my mum and she’s a slut.’
‘Your mother was all right until your father went off and left her. I suppose she got lonely and desperate …’ Micky said and looked grim. ‘He was a bad ’un, your dad, Jinny. I don’t mind a bit of thievin’ if it comes to that, especially if something is just begging to be liberated – but your dad was a mean sort. He stole from his mates and he got punished for it, so in the end he didn’t have much choice but to clear orf – otherwise he might’ve been lynched.’
Jinny felt the tears burn behind her eyes. She could recall only little things from the time when she’d had a father, but he’d been kind to her and her mother had been happier then, too.
‘You’re rotten to say that about my dad,’ she said resentfully. ‘I thought I could trust you, but now I see you’re like all the rest …’
