Connie’s Courage by Annie Groves

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    â€˜Don’t you go making me laugh,’ Connie protested. ‘My ribs still ache from everyone practising their bandaging on me yesterday.’
    It was several months since they had first arrived at the Infirmary, and during that time the four girls had become close friends, often spending their rare time off together.
    â€˜Look out, Sister’s watching us,’ Vera muttered warningly out of the corner of her mouth.
    Diligently Connie bent over her task, grimacing as the hot, soapy water stung her raw hands.
    We might as well be skivvies in service,’ she complained to Mavis and Josie, later that evening.
    â€˜I spent hours polishing the brass this morning, and then Sister came and told me to do it all again.’
    â€˜You’ll never guess what!’ Vera interrupted her excitedly, as she burst into their room. ‘Remember that singer we saw at the music hall, George Lashwood, well, he’s going to be singing at the Palais dance hall, a week Saturday just for the one night!’
    â€˜Saturday! My next day off isn’t until a week Wednesday,’ Connie told her in disappointment. ‘And neither is yours.’
    â€˜Who needs a day? We all finish our shifts at three that day, I’ve checked, and we aren’t on again until six the next morning, so that means we could easily go into town without being missed!’
    â€˜You mean the four of us should sneak out without telling anyone?’ Connie questioned frowningly.
    Mavis was already shaking her head, looking shocked, ‘Oh, Vera, how can you even suggest such a thing! We aren’t allowed to leave the hospital unless we have been given permission, you know that!’
    â€˜So, who’s to know!’ Vera demanded, shrugging impatiently. ‘And anyway, what’s the harm? After skivvying away here like they make us do, I reckon we deserve a bit o’ fun? Connie’ll come, won’t you, Connie?’
    â€˜Connie, don’t listen to her,’ Mavis begged.
    â€˜You’ve already been in trouble twice – and if you were to get caught …’
    â€˜Come on, Connie. I dare you!’ Vera challenged her.
    Connie’s heart sank. Vera was putting her in a very difficult position. Part of her wanted to refuse, but the stubborn, rebellious streak which had caused her so much trouble in the past, was whispering in her ear, and goading her not to lose face by refusing Vera’s dare!
    â€˜Stop nagging me, Mavis, I’m going!’
    As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Connie regretted them, but it was too late to call them back. Vera was looking triumphant whilst Mavis looked worried and upset.
    â€˜Oh, Connie!’ she protested unhappily. ‘You really shouldn’t, you know!’
    Mavis had that look on her face again that reminded Connie far too much of the kind of look Ellie used to give her. In fact, she decided crossly, Mavis was getting altogether far too like Ellie. Telling her what to do! Claiming to know what was best for her! Always being the ‘good’ one who never did anything wrong! She had even developed the same irritating inclination to act as Connie’s conscience!
    Although she loved and missed her sister, deep down inside Connie still felt the pain of Ellie’s refusal to make it possible for them all to go home and live with their father, instead of being farmed out with their aunts and uncles. Of course,it had suited Ellie not to do anything because she had been quite happy living with their rich Aunt and Uncle Parkes who had spoiled her. It was Connie’s resentment about Ellie’s behaviour that sparked dangerously inside her now, making her reject Mavis’s well-intentioned warning.
    â€˜Vera’s right,’ she claimed stubbornly. ‘It’s time we had some fun!’
    The anxiety in Mavis’s eyes deepened, but Connie was in the grip of a mood of defiance and recklessness.
    â€˜So