Mother’s Only Child by Anne Bennett Page B

he’ll get leave soon.’
    ‘Embarkation leave, is it?’ another asked.
    ‘I don’t know,’ Maria said. ‘Probably. But I am notgoing to think of that. All I am going to concentrate on is my Greg coming home.’
    She almost told them then about the ring, but she made herself wait. No one but her parents, Bella, Dora, Barney and Greg’s family had actually seen it yet. Maria wanted to have a bit of a ‘do’ when Greg came home and announce the engagement properly. When she had suggested this in a letter, he had been all for it, so she wasn’t going to spoil it now by telling, or showing anyone. She knew it would be all around the factory by lunch time.
    In St George’s Army Barracks, Sutton Coldfield, Greg was lying on his bunk thinking of Maria and how wonderful she was, when the sergeant strode into the room. Greg leapt to his feet
    ‘Commander wants to see you, Hopkins,’ the sergeant said. ‘What you been up to lad?’
    ‘Nothing, Sarge.’ Greg could think of nothing he had done wrong.
    ‘Well, go and find out quick,’ the sergeant said. ‘Don’t keep him waiting.’
    Greg thought back over the last few days for anything he might have done or said that was bad enough to be summoned by his commanding officer, but he could still think of nothing. Before he announced his presence he checked his boots, cleaning the toecaps with spit and a hanky, pulled his belt in, straightened his tie and knocked on the door with some trepidation.
    ‘Come in!’
    As Greg opened the door and stepped in, the two people sitting in chairs across from the commandingofficer turned. The big bullish man Greg had never seen before, but the girl beside him was Nancy Dempsey, a girl he hadn’t clapped eyes on for five months. This wasn’t the Nancy he knew, however. No mischievous light danced behind those black eyes, and there was no sulky pout to the lip. In fact her lip was split right open and her whole face was swollen and bruised. Greg stared at the man beside her with distaste. He had no time for men who raised their fists to women.
    And when Nancy spoke her voice was thick and indistinct. ‘I’m sorry, Greg, really I am.’
    Then Greg noticed something else. Beneath Nancy’s coat was a definite protruding small bump. His head was reeling, his mind screaming denial.
    ‘Well, Hopkins,’ the officer said in clipped tones. ‘Have you any idea why Mr Dempsey and his daughter are here?’
    ‘Yes, sir…I mean, no, sir.’
    ‘What d’you mean, “No, sir”?’ the man demanded. ‘I’ll tell you what, sir. You took my daughter down and now I want to know what you are going to do about it.’
    ‘Are you sure it was Hopkins?’ The question was directed at Nancy, but it was her father who answered.
    ‘Oh, it were him, all right. All over her like a rash last summer and into the autumn too, so her friends said. Then he dumped her like, but not before he filled her belly. She wouldn’t tell me straight off. I had to beat her near black and blue before she let on it were him, like.’
    ‘All right, Mr Dempsey,’ the commanding officer said sharply. He looked at Greg. ‘Do you deny this?’
    He couldn’t deny it, nor say before this bully of a man that Nancy had been mad for it, begging him. He’d taken precautions every time till the time he’d gone to tell her it was really and truly over, and had taken nothing with him. ‘Just one last time to remember you by,’ she’d begged, and then stupidly, because he felt sorry for her, he had obliged.
    He felt sick to the base of his stomach. Almighty Christ, what was he to do? But he knew what he had to do. There was no other course open to him. ‘I’ll marry her,’ he said. Then, because that sounded churlish and unkind, he turned to Nancy. ‘Don’t worry, Nancy, I’ll not let you down. I’ll marry you.’
    ‘The chaplain can do the honours,’ the commanding officer said.
    ‘I must go home first, sir,’ Greg said, ‘to tell my parents.’ But it wasn’t