"Well I hope it comes to me first, I'm the elder. "I mean, when do you think either of us will get married? You know the way Mam's always talking about when the time comes." Too much and you looked consumptive, too little and you looked dirty and as if you hadn't washed your face. The thing about applying blusher was that you had to get it just right. "For what?" Hilary was frowning a lot at her reflection in the mirror. "When do you think the time will come?" Ria asked Hilary. She did not want the same thing for her daughters when the time came. Nora Johnson worked in a dry cleaners and lived in a shabby, run-down housing estate.
He had not been a believer in life insurance policies. Johnson, though he had a bright smile and wore his hat at a rakish angle, was not a good provider. There was a hint that she may not have been adequately informed herself. This way you could go armed into the struggle. It was only sensible to have advance information about men, Nora Johnson told her daughters.
Women who didn't go gallivanting too much. Men preferred to marry safer, calmer women. Nora Johnson thought that men might regard travel as fast. "Not too much traveling," her mother warned. She would possibly travel the world before she settled down to marry. Nobody particularly special, but she wasn't in any rush. There were plenty of fellows, it turned out. Ria left school and like her elder sister took a secretarial course. Usually on the nights she wanted her handbag left on the landing.Īnd of course Hilary was right. Sixteen is the worst age, no matter what they tell you." Sometimes Hilary could be very nice indeed. "Listen, you're fine, you've got naturally curly hair, that's a plus for a start. But people didn't pick her out she didn't have any kind of sparkle like other girls in the class did. She wasn't fat or anything and her spots weren't out of control. Her friends at school said she was very lucky to have all that dark curly hair and blue eyes. "I bet I will," Ria said, but she didn't feel as confident as she sounded.
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