Molly Green - An Orphan’s War

‘What would you like to drink, poppet?’

‘A glass of white wine would be lovely, thank you.’

After their drinks, he led her onto the dance floor. He was an excellent dancer, but she couldn’t relax, so terrified was she of making a wrong step.

‘Listen to the words,’ he whispered when Ivy Benson was singing ‘I’m Getting Sentimental Over You’. He gave her hand a squeeze, his breath tickling her ear.

After two or three more dances – one being the jitterbug, which was the latest craze from America that even Edwin couldn’t master – he led her back to the table, where another couple had taken their places.

‘Excuse me,’ Edwin began, pointedly looking at them, pink with annoyance.

‘Oh, was this your jacket?’ A scarlet-lipsticked woman looked up at Maxine who nodded. ‘I had to sit down, love – my feet were killing me.’

‘Don’t worry.’ Maxine smiled. ‘We’ll find somewhere else.’

‘If you’re sure …’

‘Maxine!’ Edwin’s tone was a little irritable.

‘Come on, Edwin. People are coming and going all the time. There’s bound to be something.’

But since they’d been on the dance floor, many more couples had come in and grabbed the few remaining tables.

‘Are you feeling tired?’ Edwin asked as they trailed round trying to spot a couple of spare chairs.

‘Not really.’

‘Incorrect answer,’ he said, chuckling, his happier mood seemingly returned. ‘You’re supposed to say, “Yes, darling, I’m tired out and all I want to do is go to bed – with you.”’

Now it was her turn to flush.

He pressed her hand. ‘Shall we go?’

She hadn’t known how to broach the subject of Edwin wearing something to protect her, but to her relief he brought out a small packet and swiftly covered himself. It was almost as painful the second time, mainly because Maxine was tense once more, made worse by Edwin telling her to relax and enjoy it. She tried to concentrate on him and his pleasure and was thankful the searing, throbbing pain began to subside the moment he pulled out of her.

‘You’re still as tight as a virgin,’ he said as they lay together afterwards. ‘It’s exciting for me but probably not so much for you.’ He kissed her swiftly on the lips. ‘You wouldn’t think you’d been married to your Johnny – for how long was it?’

She was glad it was dark in the room and he couldn’t see the warmth rise to her cheeks. She wished he hadn’t mentioned Johnny.

‘He was away a lot and he was killed early on.’ She really didn’t want to talk about it; it made her feel she was being disloyal to Johnny’s memory.

‘It must have been awful for you,’ he murmured, ‘but I’m here now.’

In the morning he made love to her again, and finally she told herself she was almost enjoying it.

‘It’s our secret, poppet,’ he said more than once. ‘Let’s keep it to ourselves. There’s too much gossip by far at the hospital and we both need to concentrate on our work.’

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