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Stella

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‘Ah yes, but what about Grace and Karl?’ remarked Sadie.

‘A lot of people have been saying that just recently,’ sniggered Billy, and the girls laughed at this.

‘Grace doesn’t enjoy her prunes,’ announced Karl in an aloof manner that made them laugh all the more, though they did have the decency to try to disguise their amusement.

‘We should have got together, Grace,’ said Billy. ‘I don’t like custard!’

Mrs Fisher tapped lightly and came into the room. She brought in a tray with a pot of tea, cups, sugar, and milk. Billy spoke. ‘Mrs Fisher, I have some news for you. In the morning keep clear of the bathroom. There’s going to be a long queue there, though it looks like Grace might be a late entry.’

‘Oh, yes,’ said Mrs Fisher in a kindly voice. She had had many young comedians lodge at her home in the past. She accepted that they were all as mad as each other.

Sadie took the tray off her and placed the teapot in the hearth by the glowing fire. ‘Now, if you want any more hot water just give me a shout,’ said Mrs Fisher. ‘It’ll be at least another hour and a half before I’ve to see to all the washing up. I don’t like coming down to dirty pots and pans in the morning.’ She turned for a final inspection of her boarders. ‘Any special calls in the morning?’ No one replied. ‘Good! I’ll be saying goodnight then.’ Five incoherent goodnights were voiced back as she shuffled through the doorway in her threadbare tartan slippers that clicked against the floor. Stella poured the tea out. Karl was immersed in the sporting page of the paper and writing down racing tips as he read. Grace had turned her narrow back on everyone to soak up the heat of the fire, not too concerned that soon everyone else was shivering. Billy silently, and mischievously, nodded at the table and both girls knew what he meant. ‘When they’ve gone to bed,’ mouthed Stella, then furtively checked over her shoulder to make sure she hadn’t been seen.

Grace, a dignified, sexless, thirty-eight-year-old blonde, looked up, giving the impression she couldn’t see more than a foot beyond the end of her husband. She rose in a serene manner that almost invited everyone else to stand and, with a forced, seemingly painful smile, she announced, ‘I’m going to retire now. Karl – if you please.’ Karl mumbled under his breath and folded up the newspaper. They made their grand exit from the room and immediately Billy rubbed his hands and pulled out a packet of lettered cards. Stella moved to a cabinet and returned with a stemmed glass while Sadie raked the fire with the poker.

‘I hope you’re both going to take it seriously and not lark about like you did last night,’ said Sadie.

‘She means it,’ confirmed Stella.

‘I know, and, yes, I’ll try and take it seriously,’ Billy smiled.

‘You’re smiling now before we’ve even started,’ said Sadie.

‘I’m just getting rid of them before we begin; that’s all – promise.’

‘Stop it, Billy,’ said Stella, but with no real authority. Billy was too likeable, too effervescent to be firm with.

‘Come on then, let’s get started before the vampire arrives and bites your necks,’ teased Billy.

They each placed a finger lightly on the rim of the upturned glass. Sadie said, ‘Concentrate everyone, and no pushing.’ After a short pause she said in a solemn voice, ‘Is there a spirit there?’

The glass screeched around the letters and spelt YEF.

‘It must mean YES,’ was Sadie’s explanation.

‘But it spelt YEF,’ argued Billy.

‘Maybe it’s a child who can’t spell.’

‘Maybe it’s all a load of . . .’

‘That’s enough, Billy,’ ordered Stella.

‘Let’s stop jabbering and give it a full chance,’ pleaded Sadie.

The next time it spelt YEP. ‘I suppose it’s an American child, this time,’ teased Billy.

‘Shut up, Billy,’ said Stella.

‘Americans do say YEP, that’s all I was saying.’

‘Have you a message for us?’ asked Sadie, putting on her same mysterious tone again.

The glass spelt out SARAH DEF. ‘Hard of hearing, are you?’ enquired Billy.

‘Stop it, Billy,’ ordered Stella – yet again.

‘Sarah is my name,’ said Sadie, excitedly. That was very true, as Sadie was only a nickname derived from the name Sarah. ‘Sarah Def,’ she pondered. ‘I’ve no idea what it means.’

‘So far, both words spelt have sounded loosely like real words,’ said Billy, remarkably seriously for him. ‘By that method you could assume, then, that DEF means DEATH.’

‘SARAH DEATH,’ said Stella. ‘Well, that’s charming, that is, Billy Manners.’

‘Only an idea,’ he said, weakly.

‘And he’s right,’ agreed Sadie. ‘That’s just what it could mean.’

‘Come on,’ said Stella. ‘Let’s give it a rest for one night.’ She pushed back a chair and collected up the pack of lettered cards.

They huddled around the dying embers of the fire. ‘Hey, I’ll tell you girls something,’ whispered Billy.

‘Tell us what?’ said Stella, tiredly. She thought they must be mad, staying up so late when they were working.

‘I’ve never shared digs with two such smashers before as you two – and that’s the truth.’ He chuckled as he began rem iniscing over a past incident. ‘Usually I end up with two Russian acrobats, or four midgets who can’t quite reach the table: I end up having to feed them, and then my own dinner gets cold.’

He gave the girls a full smile that glimmered in the firelight. ‘You’ve got lovely teeth, Billy,’ remarked Sadie.

‘Thanks. I’ve another nice set in a glass upstairs. I’ll show you those tomorrow night.’

‘Billy,’ Stella chided. Then she said, ‘Where are you working next week?’

‘Palace, Newcastle. Then I’ve got two Moss Empires; Empire Swansea and . . .’

‘God, that’s a helluva journey. Swansea to Newcastle.’

‘No. Newcastle to Swansea,’ Billy checked.

‘Does that make it shorter?’

‘And then I’m at the Empire, Edinburgh.’

‘Swansea to Edinburgh?’

‘I’m trying not to think about it,’ he winced.

‘Who’s your agent?’

‘Michael White of Theo Connell Associates.’
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