course. Miss O’Reilly, you don’t mind staying, do you?” Miss Haskins didn’t wait for an answer. “Miss O’Reilly will be happy to assist you,” she said, and to Eileen, “Remember to switch off the lights in your department when you leave.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Eileen said. Miss Haskins left, and a moment later, the lights on the rest of the floor went off, leaving Children’s Wear a small island of light.
Eileen managed to fight Roland into the camel’s hair blazer without suffering further injury. “It’s an excellent fit,” she said, neatly dodging Roland’s aimed foot. “And very warm—” She stopped and listened as a siren sounded.
“It is a good fit…” Mrs. Sadler said consideringly.
Eileen was constantly amazed at the coolness of Londoners during raids. They didn’t seem at all bothered by the sirens or the sound of the anti-aircraft guns, and when they went to the shelters, they strolled along as though they were window-shopping. Her first few days in London, Eileen had thought it was because they’d had more experience with them than she had. “You’ll get used to them soon,” Theodore’s mother had said when she flinched at the crump of the bombs, but she still panicked every time she heard the sirens, even when she knew she wasn’t in any danger, like here in Padgett’s.
“Madam, the sirens have gone,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. She thought she could hear the faint buzz of planes.
Roland apparently heard them, too. “Mummy, listen,” he said, tugging at Mrs. Sadler’s arm. “Bombers.”
“Yes, dear. And I do like it, but I don’t know…”
It was obvious why it had taken Mrs. Sadler over a year to evacuate her son. She’d obviously dawdled over that decision the way she was dawdling now over this blazer. You accused the Queen of being foolhardy, Eileen thought. What would you call this? For all you know, Padgett’s could be bombed at any moment.
“Madam, we can’t stay here,” she said. “It’s not safe.”
“The question is, will it be warm enough?”
For goodness’ sake, he’s not going to Antarctica.
“But it is the best we’ve seen… Very well, I’ll take it.”
Thank goodness. “Excellent, madam. I’ll have it and your other purchases sent round first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Perhaps it would be best if I took them with me.”
No, no, no. If you take them, they’ll need to be wrapped, and those are definitely planes.
“You’re certain they’ll be delivered by tomorrow morning?” Mrs. Sadler was saying. “Roland—”
Is leaving for Scotland on Thursday. I know. “Absolutely certain, madam. I’ll see to it personally.” She walked them over to the lifts, where the lift operator was waiting impatiently, then dashed back to her counter, wrote up the sales slip, pinned it to the stack of clothes, and started into the storeroom with them.
Oh, no, here they came again. “Did you forget something, Mrs. Sadler?” Eileen asked.
“No, I decided I want to see Roland in the blazer and the woolen waistcoat. It will be very cold in Scotland. Roland, unbutton your coat.”
Truer words, Eileen said silently, glancing nervously up at the ceiling. The planes sounded very close, and it was a long way from here to the tube station.
Where is the retrieval team? she thought for the thousandth time since she’d arrived in London. If they don’t get here soon, there’ll be nothing left for them to retrieve.
“Won’t you please put the blazer on for Mother?” Mrs. Sadler said. “There’s a good boy.”
He was anything but. He twisted his head violently as Eileen attempted to put the waistcoat on him and, when she held out the blazer, folded his arms belligerently across his chest. “I don’t like her,” he said. “She twisted my arm before.”
You little liar, Eileen thought, wishing Alf and Binnie were here. “I’ll be very careful,” she said, and, under her breath, “Hold your arm out before I break it.”
He promptly extended it and she got the blazer on him.
“There. It’s a perfect fit.”
“You’re quite right. It is.” Mrs. Sadler stood back, looking doubtfully at him. “But now that I see them together, I don’t know…”
“I could hold them for you,” Eileen said before she could ask to see anything else.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said doubtfully. “I had hoped to finish his shopping today… but if you haven’t any brown… yes, I think having you hold them will be best.”
Thank God, Eileen thought, even though it meant she’d have all this to do again tomorrow. She unblazered and