Chapter
12 - Australia - January, 1944
“G’day,
darl,” Auntie May’s greeting never changed. Nor the scent of fresh bread and
lavender that clung to her like a warm quilt.
Annie
melted into her wide arms.
“Whoa,
darl, what’s happened?” May led her into the kitchen which opened onto the back
porch overlooking her rose-filled garden, nurtured through the hottest summers
with tender care. Putting the kettle on, she asked, “It’s not Joe, is it?”
When
Annie shook her head, she added, “Or your father, the miserable old sod?” That
at least evoked a smile, but she shook her head again.
“It
is a man though, isn’t it?” She poured water into the pot. “What you need is a
cup of tea, and a piece of Victoria sponge, although it’s not very spongey—the
bloody chooks have stopped laying—so it’s made with powdered muck.” Auntie May
picked up the cake. “You bring the teapot. Cups are out there already.” She
settled herself on the sofa and patted the space next to her. “Righto, darl,
start talking.”
The
words, jumbled at first, flew out along with tears.
“It’s
so silly.” Annie gulped, “I mean, I hardly know the man.”
She picked up the cup Auntie May had refilled and blew. “You know what he does?
When he finishes a night shift?” Annie didn’t wait for an answer. “He puts a
hibiscus on my window sill so I see something beautiful every morning.” She
touched her lips. “Before the sadness and gore of the wards.”
May
stayed quiet until Annie’s sobs subsided and only hiccups remained. “Sounds
like he knows you pretty well.” She licked her finger and picked up crumbs from
the plate. “Darl, I have to ask, are you having a baby?”
Annie blushed. “No, Auntie May, I’m not.”
“But
you have lain down with him?”
May
smiled at Annie’s blushing nod. “Alright then. No complications. Baby or a
married man. That’s good.”
“Doesn’t feel it.” Annie sipped her tea. “I don’t know when I’ll see him
again.”
“Good
grief, darl, this must be love. I’ve never seen you so down on a maybe.”
“What
do you mean maybe?”
“Maybe
you’ll see him in New Guinea again. Maybe you won’t. Maybe he will be sent to
Lae. Maybe he won’t. Maybe you’ll have to wait until the end of the war. Lots
of maybes, Annie, but from what you’ve said there’s no question about if you
see him again. You love each other. That’s all that matters.” Auntie May poured
another cup of tea.
“I
didn’t want to love anybody. Not in wartime. Not after Ernie.”
“Oh,
Annie, it doesn’t work like that. Love whacks you around the head like a
breaker dumping you in the surf.” She hugged Annie. “You come up spluttering,
wondering what hit you.”
“But
war changes everything.”
“Of
course it does. But you can’t time these things, darl.” She nudged Annie in the
ribs and winked. “It’s not like doing your ward rounds on the clock.”
Annie
gave a watery smile. “What if something happens?”
“What
if it doesn’t, Annie?” May touched a rose petal. “You can’t waste your life on
what ifs. You grab every moment of happiness you can. Don’t give a hoot about
what people say. Just grab life, Annie. It’s too damn short for worrying about
what ifs.” May stood, tipping Pearl off her lap. “Righto, lecture over. I think
it might be time for something stronger.”
Annie
picked up the tray and followed her aunt into the kitchen, then watched her
take down a bottle of whisky and pour two slugs.
“It’s
cooling down. We’ll sit in here. Now,” she asked with a grin, “is there
anything wrong with this man?”
With
a laugh, Annie said, “Not exactly wrong, but he has a dancing eyebrow.”
“A
what?”
“His
left eyebrow has a mind of its own. When he laughs, it does a jig.”
“Thank
God,” she tapped her glass against Annie’s, “an imperfection!”
Annie spluttered over her drink. “No, more a quirk!
Did I mention he knows James? In a roundabout kind of way, that makes it seem
as if he almost knows Ernie.” She paused. “That sounds a bit crazy, doesn’t
it?”
“Not
really. Just a woman in love. I’ll have to get an unbiased report from Joe, or,
better yet, meet him myself.”
“You
will, Auntie May. As soon as we’re in Australia together, you’ll be the first.”
Annie stroked Pearl, now sitting on her lap.
“In
all that rush of words you didn’t say where Bill is from.”
“Glen Innes.”
“Well,
at least he’s sort of local. Not about to whisk you off to the other side of
Australia or, God forbid, to Victoria.”
Sidetracked for a moment, Annie asked, “What’s wrong with Victoria?”
“Snobs!”
“An entire state labelled in a word. You do know you’re a bit mad, don’t you?”
May nodded with a satisfied grin. “That’s why you children love me, and your
father doesn’t.”
“You
know, I never understood what Ma saw in him.”
“As
a young man he was beautiful. Can you call a man beautiful? Dunno! But he was.
And you know your Ma was a looker. They made a stunning couple. She tried so
hard to be everything. But for some reason that wasn’t enough. She nearly
always agreed with him.”
“Apart
from allowing him to walk over us,” said Annie.
“She
did love him, Annie, but maybe that was the issue. Her time diluted by you
kids.”
“Then
why have any?”
“Well,
darl, that isn’t always an exact science, is it?”
“Auntie May,” Annie paused then blurted, “why didn’t you marry? You’d have been
a wonderful mother, just like Ma.”
“Never met ‘my’
Bill, darl, but I had some fun looking.” Her laugh felt like a hug. “And I
wasn’t prepared to settle for less.”