Ruby (18 page)

It was these now unachievable dreams that made her want something more for her young charge. Leonora Wheaton disapproved strongly of the fact that Ruby was unmarried and a mother, especially at such a young age, but she also admired the way she had dealt with it.

She opened a drawer, pulled out a ledger and spent an hour going through it, adding up, working out and thinking hard. She pushed her chair back resolutely and went out to the reception desk where Ruby was standing talking to one of the guests. Leonora watched for a moment as Ruby interacted perfectly with the elegant woman, and as soon as the conversation was over Leonora called Ruby into the office.

As she closed the door Ruby went straight into her naturally defensive mode.

‘I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Miss Delaney was asking me about the buses.’

‘It’s nothing like that. I want to put something to you.’ Leonora paused for a moment and took a deep breath. ‘If you’re sure you want to stay in this area, then you can stay here and work for me properly. As my assistant. I can’t pay you much but you’ll have board and lodging and training. You will have to take your turn at everything; this is such a small hotel I can’t have specific employees for specific jobs.’

Ruby stood and stared. She was completely taken aback and she wasn’t sure what to say. Her decision to move out had been made because she thought she had no choice, and suddenly she had an alternative but she wasn’t sure it was the alternative she wanted. Part of the appeal of staying in the town was the thought of the freedom it would bring her. She and Gracie had plotted and planned where they would go and what they would do once she was away from Thamesview and free to go out and start having fun.

‘Oh, I don’t know what to say. This isn’t what I was expecting …’ Ruby stuttered when she realised that Leonora was waiting for some sort of response. ‘I wasn’t hinting or anything …’

‘I know you weren’t and I can see you’re shocked, so off you go and think about it. Then if you decide we can talk about your role, which will have to combine work and training.’

‘I’ve arranged to meet Gracie at the pier – I have to go, she’ll be waiting for me – but I’ll come straight back.’

Leonora smiled but Ruby could see the woman was disappointed that she hadn’t jumped at the offer.

As she turned to leave the room Leonora called her back. ‘Ruby dear, I’m not doing you a favour. I’d like you to stay.’

Ruby hadn’t arranged to meet Gracie but she wanted to get away to think. Even if her situation at Leonora’s hotel changed she couldn’t imagine the woman who had been her guardian, as such, easily letting go of the reins.

She walked along to the nearby parade of shops and went into the small café where she and Gracie sometimes sat for hours with a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits topped up occasionally by the owners, Mr and Mrs Alfredo, if there wasn’t a queue. If it was a sunny day the lace curtains were clipped back from the windows and everyone who went in always wanted the window seats. Ruby and Gracie always sat in the alcove at the back without a view of anything except the kitchen so they were rarely moved on.

‘Ah, it is the beautiful Ruby.’ Mr Alfredo held his arms out in welcome across the counter. ‘But where is the also lovely Gracie?’

‘She’s not here today. Do you mind if I sit in here on my own? I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea …’

‘If they get the wrong idea then Mrs Alfredo will immediately teach them the right idea. You go and sit and I’ll bring you tea. Go, go …’

Ruby smiled. It would be very easy to be flattered by the charm of the moustachioed Mr Alfredo but she’d spent long enough in there to know that he greeted everyone as if they were all long-lost cousins and their offspring. While he gesticulated and complimented, so Mrs Alfredo tutted and rolled her eyes. It was a routine, almost a music-hall act which the two of them had perfected over the years.

She crossed to the other side of the café which was empty apart a young couple sitting at a table in the window, oblivious to everything going on around them. Once she was seated and had a cup of tea in front of her, Ruby watched them surreptitiously as they leaned into each other across the gingham-covered table and held hands. She noticed the shiny gold wedding ring first and then saw the woman gently touch her stomach.

Recently wed and pregnant.

As she watched she couldn’t help but think of Johnnie Riordan. The familiar wave of pain that always swept through her body whenever she thought of him and Maggie started in the pit of her stomach and spread up though her chest. She blinked fiercely, aware that the next stop for the wave was always her eyes. It just never really went away. She often lay in bed at night and fantasised about the three of them being a family, and that thought hurt just as much as it had the day she had handed Maggie over to Babs and George Wheaton.

It was that pain that helped her make up her mind.

Having fun with Gracie was such a short-term thing and she really didn’t want a serious boyfriend. Although she was only just seventeen she felt a lot older; older than Gracie, even. Her friend seemed to have overcome everything that had happened to her and locked it away in the far reaches of her mind; she bore little resentment to the father of her baby, who had quickly abandoned her when she told him she was pregnant, to her mother who threw her out of her home, or even to the nuns who treated her so badly. ‘Back on the bike and riding …’ she’d laugh if Ruby asked how she was feeling.

Ruby always went along with the gaiety and pretended to feel the same but inside she felt stripped of all emotion. She couldn’t imagine ever getting over it as Gracie seemed to be doing.

‘Thanks, Mr Alfredo,’ she said as she rushed past the counter. ‘I’ve left the money on the table.’

‘Wait, Ruby, wait! I want you to meet my son. He’s at university, you know! He’s very clever; he’s going to be a big important lawyer when he qualifies.’ His pride was obvious as he turned and shouted out in the direction of the internal stairs that led up to the accommodation above the café. ‘Tony? Tony, come down and meet my most beautiful customer, my favourite customer.’

The young man who sauntered down into the café, hands in pockets, was classically handsome in features and obviously Mediterranean in colouring. Confident in his stature, his clothes were casual but smart, and he was perfectly groomed; he had a mass of thick black hair controlled by Brylcreem, light olive skin and deep brown eyes that looked directly into Ruby’s as he moved to stand behind the counter. Ruby’s first impression was that he looked just like a movie star, but she instantly dismissed the thought.

‘Tony, this is Ruby … Ruby, this Tony, my son. He’s home from university for the holidays and helping his
mamma
and
papà
with the business,’ Mr Alfredo said.

‘Pleased to meet you, Ruby,’ Tony Alfredo said with a smile that showed his very white teeth but didn’t reach his eyes. Ruby guessed he was fed up with being regularly wheeled out to be shown off.

‘Pleased to meet you too, Tony,’ she smiled, and then turned back to his father. ‘I’m sorry but I have to run. I’ve got something I have to do but I’ll see you soon.’

She blew Mr Alfredo, senior a light-hearted kiss and winked at his wife, who smiled and predictably rolled her eyes.

She could feel Tony Alfredo’s eyes on her but she resisted the urge to turn round and look at him again. The flicker of interest she felt wasn’t what she wanted.

As she reached the Thamesview she ran up the steps, into the lobby and and then straight through into the office.

‘Aunt Leonora, I’ve thought about it. I’d love to work here and I’m so grateful to you for giving me the chance. I want to learn absolutely everything and I promise I won’t let you down.’

‘Good,’ Leonora said. ‘Now which one of us is going to tell Babs and George that you’re not going back to Melton?’

‘But Ruby, you must come back for Maggie’s birthday tea party. I really want you here; we all do.’

‘I don’t know if I can. The hotel is busy and Aunt Leonora is still unwell.’

‘I’m sure you can manage this one day. Maggie really wants you to come. She’s written your name on her list.’ Babs Wheaton was at her persuasive best. ‘We’ve missed you, darling. It’s been so long. We’ll send Yardley to collect you and Leonora. It will be nice for her to see Maggie as well.’

‘I’ll do my best. Gracie might be able to take over if she can get the day off from the Palace. Sometimes I wonder how we’d manage without her being prepared to work twenty-four hours a day. My saving Grace, she is,’ Ruby laughed.

‘Marian was asking about you the other day. She’s engaged now. Keith is still single and he’s grown into such a fine young man. He’s doing National Service but I don’t know where he is. Oh, Ruby, he looks so handsome in his uniform … And, of course, there’s Maggie; such a little madam, that one. She rules this house. You must come home.’

‘OK, you win,’ Ruby laughed. ‘I’ll be there but we don’t need Yardley. I can drive the hotel car now. I’ll bring Aunt Leonora if she’s well enough but I am worried about her. Do you think Uncle George will examine her?’

‘If she lets him. Leonora can be very difficult.’

‘Difficult isn’t the word at the moment, but she is poorly and I’m worried. You’ll notice when you see her – if she comes.’

Ruby replaced the phone onto its cradle and leaned back against the wall. She didn’t want to go and play happy families at Maggie Wheaton’s fifth birthday, but she knew it was something she had to do: a duty.

The little girl had been brought up knowing Ruby as her distant big sister and godmother, so the occasional visit was something she had to endure to keep everyone happy, but it was hard and every year it got harder rather than easier. As Maggie had changed from a baby into a beautiful small person with a voice and a personality, Ruby was even more aware of what she was missing, but she knew it was the best thing for daughter, who was having a happy childhood with two comfortably-off parents who adored her.

But still it hurt.

As time had passed she had done her best to detach herself from her previous lives in Melton and Walthamstow simply because she didn’t want to think about what had gone before, but every so often something happened and she was back on the hospital ward holding the bundle in her arms.

A remark, a look, a small child of a similar age playing on the beach could instantly spark an unexpected memory. There was always a current photograph of Maggie on the sideboard at the hotel, but it was Leonora who would take the old one out of the frame and replace it with the new. Anyone who asked was told that Maggie was Leonora’s niece and Ruby’s goddaughter.

The only person outside of the Wheatons who knew the details of Maggie’s parentage was Gracie, but it had never been discussed since the day Ruby had told Gracie she wasn’t going to move to the Palace Hotel and work with her, that she was going to stay at Thamesview, and then told her all the reasons why. Gracie had hugged her friend and promised to keep her secret. And she had. The one good thing to come out of it all was Ruby’s deep and enduring friendship with Gracie.

She went through to the kitchen where Gracie was again helping out.

‘Gracie, I have to go upstairs. Mrs Burton may be leaving early but I know you can take over on reception.’

‘Oh, yes, me on reception. Aunt Leonora’ll have a real touch of the vapours when she finds out about that!’ Gracie laughed. Then she saw the expression on Ruby’s face. ‘What’s up? You look as white as a sheet, like you’re going to faint.’

‘Don’t exaggerate. A bit shocked, maybe, but not about to collapse! Aunty Babs just telephoned. She wants me to go up to Melton for Maggie’s birthday. I really don’t want to but I suppose I have to. It’d look strange if I didn’t as I’m her godmother. And some fresh country air might be good for Leonora.’

‘Instead of the fresh sea air blowing up a storm right outside this front door?’ Gracie laughed.

‘All right, that was a silly thing to say, but this chest thing is taking so long to shift and she won’t go to the doctor. I’m hoping she’ll let Uncle George have a look at her. I’m going to go up to see how she is and how she reacts to going to Melton.’

‘Good luck with that. Have you got a tin-hat ready?’ Gracie laughed loudly. ‘Sorry, you know I don’t mean it. Shall I go to the chemist and get her a tonic?’

‘Maybe later.’ Ruby looked at her friend and smiled affectionately. ‘Thanks, Gracie. I don’t know what I’d have done without you helping out.’

‘Go on with you,’ Gracie said. ‘Go and see the Lady Leonora.’

‘Tut tut, you make her sound like a pleasure steamer!’

Ruby was still smiling as she walked up the stairs, thinking how much she loved Gracie McCabe.

Leonora was sitting in her favourite winged leather armchair with her feet up on a large tapestry footstool and a heavy blanket over her legs pulled right up to her hunched shoulders. She looked so pale and fragile that Ruby was worried anew.

‘How are you feeling?’ she asked as casually as she could.

‘Just a little tired. Do stop fussing, I’ll be fine by tomorrow.’

‘Oh, good, because Aunty Babs has just rung, they want us both to go to Melton for Maggie’s birthday party on Sunday. It’s the first party she’s ever had. I can drive, if you trust me!’

‘Well,
you
have to go, of course, and you can take the car, but I’m not going. There’s far too much work here for both of us to be away.’

‘It’s not until next weekend, and it’s only for the day, so you might feel better by then,’ Ruby said without looking at her. ‘I’ll make you a pot of tea now and then bring your supper up later on a tray.’

‘I’m not an invalid, you know. I just have a chill, and I can do my own supper, thank you. And I’m perfectly capable of sitting at the table. I’ve never resorted to a tray on my lap in my life.’ To show her disapproval she inhaled and exhaled as loudly as she could before reaching a hand out and turning the volume on the wireless up high.

Ruby bit her tongue. Over the years, Leonora had mellowed and become almost amenable but since she had been unwell she was back to the intransigent, difficult person she had been when Ruby had first gone to stay with her. She sometimes reminded Ruby of her grandmother back in Walthamstow: she was tough as old boots because of everything she’d been through in her life but with a good heart tucked away inside. Ruby had grown increasingly fond of her and understood her absolutely, but still she occasionally lost patience with her.