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After returning from the campaign in Burma, Sam Richardson was determined to leave his small hometown of Wigton for the promised land of Australia. Yet now, a few months later, he has settled for a job in Wigtons paper factory, and believes he has put both his aspirations and his memories of the war behind him. His wife, Ellen, knows better, realizing how close their marriage has come to disaster. Caught between them, their young son Joe strives to fulfill their conflicting expectations for him, as he faces the challenges of childhood and adolescence and confronts his own demons.

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Copyright 2001 2011 by Melvyn Bragg All Rights Reserved No part of this book - photo 1
Copyright 2001 2011 by Melvyn Bragg All Rights Reserved No part of this book - photo 2

Copyright 2001, 2011 by Melvyn Bragg

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without the express written consent of the publisher, except in the case of brief excerpts in critical reviews or articles. All inquiries should be addressed to Arcade Publishing, 307 West 36th Street, 11th Floor, New York, NY 10018.

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Arcade Publishing is a registered trademark of Skyhorse Publishing, Inc., a Delaware corporation.

First published in 2001 by Hodder and Stoughton, A division of Hodder Headline PLC, A Sceptre Book

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or used fictitiously.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available on file.

ISBN: 978-1-61145-468-0

A LSO BY M ELVYN B RAGG

The Soldiers Return

To Marie-Elsa, Alice and Tom with love

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PART ONE

WINTERING: 1947

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CHAPTER ONE

You can hit as hard as you like and it wont hurt. Sam whispered the rehearsal as he laid out the big boxing gloves like a bouquet on the table. The words would be addressed to his son but they were aimed at his wife.

The training gloves, blood red, almost new, glistening in the weak white gas-light of late winter afternoon, were nuzzled close, the four knuckle to puffy knuckle, as if waiting for the bell.

Sam stood back to admire them. Nothing in the room compared. Even the thickly berried holly, which Ellen had refused to take down on Twelfth Night with the other decorations, was eclipsed. The berries might be red as any blood but the boxing gloves were redder and bloodier and spoke for a power beyond the holly, as Sam knew. He stoked the fire and settled the kettle on it, took the News Chronicle and lit a dog end. But he could not keep his eyes off the snuggling of the large glistening gloves, almost alive as the faintly hissing light played over them; reminded him of new pups. He hummed as he waited -'Give me five minutes more. He wanted to extend the time for himself alone with this magnificent present. Only five minutes more in your arms. Blackie air-lifted into his lap so lightly it was almost an embrace, and when Sam stroked her under the chin she purred to match the quiet murmur of the kettle. Sounds full of peace: he felt his mind untense in this quietness that screened no threats.

Joe crashed in first, his face rose-glazed from the raw weather. To Sams delight he noticed the gloves instantly, a glance of disbelief at his father, and sprang on them. By the time Ellen had taken off her scarf, put down the shopping basket, slipped off her coat and focused, the cavernous gloves were on Joes seven-year-old paws. He stood there, not much higher than the table, the gloves like gaudy footballs fantastically stuck on the cuffs of his navy blue mac.

How are you going to get your coat off?

Joe grinned at his mother and shook his hands. Despite the laces tightly pulled, the gloves dropped to the floor. He unbuttoned, unbelted, flung off his coat in seconds and went down on his knees to cram his hands once more into the hugely padded marvels, which he could not believe were to be his.

You can hit as hard as you like but it wont hurt - not with those.

Ding ding. Seconds out! said Joe, as he took swipes at an imaginary opponent, taking care to clutch hard to the glove on the inside so that it did not fly off.

I thought boxers were meant to hurt each other, Ellen replied.

Special training gloves. Look at the size of them! From Belgium.

Sam seemed transfixed by Joes childish flailing. He wanted to kneel down and coach him but first there was Ellen.

Itll help him learn to look after himself without causing damage.

Youre the one who wants those gloves, Samuel Richardson.

He looked at her directly and her laughter set off his own. Her eyes were lustrous in the light of the small room. He could see that she was taking him on.

Charlie Turnbull, he confessed, and held up a hand to ward off the flak.

When was Charlie Turnbull in Belgium or anywhere else? He was always up to no good.

Theres nothing on the fiddle.

Ellen shook her head but held off. The unusual high humour between Sam and Joe was too good to spoil. She picked up the two remaining gloves from the table, pretending to be alarmed by Joes self-absorbed punching the air. She pressed them gently to her cheeks.

They are soft, she conceded. I like the smell She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing.

Sam stirred towards her and then checked himself. I buffed them up.

She opened her eyes and held out the gloves, two succulent globes pressed together, stretching the shiny leather tight. She offered them to him. Put them on, she said, and smiled down at Joe. You cant wait, can you?

Come on then, Joe. He knelt down.

The boy sailed in and Sam let the pneumatic blows rain on him. Then he pushed his son away.

Joe Louis wouldnt do that, he said. Straight left then make a move. Remember?

The boy skipped around a father in rare indulgent mood.

One-two, said Sam. This is a one-two.

Ellen caught his eye deliberately and held it for a message. Fair enough, the look said, but you will not have it all your own way. He winked. And she laughed but maybe because Joe had used the unguarded moment to land a blow directly on Sams nose.

Hey-up! He rubbed his nose with the fat cigar thumb of the glove.

What was it? Ellen said, as she swung the kettle off the hob. You can hit as hard as you like but it doesnt hurt?

Sam smiled and Ellen was moved by the intimacy such a simple reaction could reveal. Then his attention switched. Ive got a real little warrior on my hands.

Joe felt himself swell with giddy confidence. Come on, Daddy, he said, squaring up. Tight me.

Ellen wanted to calm his all but feverish excitement, but that would douse feelings she saw surging so warmly between the two who had often clashed since Sams return. Now Sam was smiling approval. Joe was almost dancing, fists raised, suddenly and blissfully - with the gloves on - unafraid of his father.

Tight me now.

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She put a small piece of holly on the fire and listened. The flames leaped at it but she judged that the sound would not disturb Sam who lay in the bed a few feet away, spreadeagled in early sleep for the six oclock shift at the factory. She had checked upstairs and stood over Joe, his head nesting on the great gloves, his small face above the blanket, pale in the pillowed red plush frame. He too was sound.

Sams present had got to the heart of something deep in their son, she thought. It pleased her that there should be that understanding and firmly she pushed back the shadow that threatened to spoil it. For the six years of the war Joe had been hers alone: she had to let Sam find his place now. A boy needs a father, she said to herself sternly, as she had repeated endlessly since that almost miraculous moment when Sam had jumped from the train that would have taken him alone on the first leg of his passage to Australia and come back along the platform, hand in hand with Joe, come back to her. To her. Even now, after a few months, the memory of it made her hold her breath.

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