âBut when Sali first suggested I apply for a trainee managerâs position I thought she was mad.â He leaned back from the table as the waitress arrived to clear their plates. Both he and Rhian had opted for the three-course, ninepenny lunchtime special: brown soup followed by pork chops, swede, mashed potatoes, apple sauce, and gravy; and for dessert, jam roly-poly and vanilla custard. The portions were liberal enough to satisfy the hungriest navvy, and he had only managed to eat a quarter of his jam roly-poly. But Rhian had given up halfway through her dinner and barely touched her dessert.
âAnything wrong with this, miss?â The waitress poked at Rhianâs roly-poly with her spoon.
âNothing, thank you. Iâm just not used to eating like this in the middle of the day,â Rhian apologized.
âTea or coffee? Both are served as part of the special.â
âTea, please,â Rhian answered.
âMe too, please.â Joey leaned towards Rhian again as soon as the waitress left. âIn answer to your question, yes, I am happy working in Gwilym James. Very happy. I never saw myself wearing a suit to work every day, or managing a store, but I have always liked people.â
Trying not to sound as if she were carping, she murmured, âEspecially women people.â
Trusting that honesty would prove the best policy, Joey confessed, âI took Sara to the Empire Theatre once. When I invited her to come out with me again, she refused. I never asked her again.â
âThe show was that bad?â
âThe show was fine.â He had the grace to look ashamed. âIn fact it was so good I took her best friend to see it later in the same week. Both of them were furious when they found out.â
âThey had every right to be angry.â
âI was only seventeen. Iâve done a lot of growing up during the last five years.â
âAnd now you only go out with one girl at a time?â she smiled.
âIâve spent so much time building up trade in the store during the last two years Iâve hardly gone out with any girls.â He fell serious. âI really am looking for someone special. Someone I can spend the rest of my life with.â He reached out, intending to cover her hand with his, but she pushed her chair back from the table and moved her hands out of his reach, just as sheâd done in the teashop in Tonypandy.
âHow many girls have you said that to?â She was growing warier of him by the minute. Already, she was beginning to understand why so many women liked him. He was easy company, and he was confiding his thoughts as if she were the only person in the world he could talk to.
âNone,â he answered, âand not just lately â ever.â
âDo you expect me to believe you?â
âItâs the truth, but knowing what the gossips say about me, no. And before you tell me again that this is an outing based on friendship, let me explain. I love my family to bits, but there have been times when Iâve hated being the youngest. Lloyd is nine years older than me; Victor, six. They were allowed to do everything that mattered years before me. Go to school, leave school, wear long trousers, stay up late, work, take out girls â and thatâs without bringing drinking and pubs into the equation. But Iâve never been as jealous of either of them as I have been since they married. Victor and Megan are so wrapped in one another and their farm I sometimes wonder if the rest of the world exists for them. And I only have to see the way Sali looks at Lloyd to turn green with envy. Not that I want Sali to look at me in that way,â he clarified hastily. âBut I do hope that one day I can be part of a marriage as strong as theirs.â
âThey are happy together.â Rhian didnât dare tell him that she too envied Sali and Lloydâs close relationship. Or how much she dreamed of being a
Jeremy Bishop, David McAfee