Freedom shook his head and asked where on earth they would get the money to send him to one of the posh schools.
‘If he wins the scholarship, they pay for everything.’
Bath time was always fun for the boys, sitting in the tin tub in front of the roaring fire. Evelyne would scrub them both with a pumice stone and a big bar of carbolic soap. She scrubbed until their bodies were bright red, then rubbed them dry with a big towel. When they were dry they ate their tea in the cosy, warm kitchen.
‘Your Dad’s got a surprise for you both — we’re going on an outing tomorrow, all of us.’
They looked up in glee, and when she told them they would be going on a train to the seaside, they were so excited that neither of them could sleep.
Sandwiches were made, lemonade bottles filled, and the family rode into the West End on a tram. The boys had never been out of the East End, and they sat spellbound by the sights and the traffic. On the train, they ran from window to window in their excitement. Freedom sat holding Evelyne’s hand, tickled that he had arranged it all and as excited as the boys. Evelyne talked of the old times, of how she had been shopping in Swan and Edgar, how they had found each other again, and they behaved like young lovers.
As the train pulled into Brighton Station, the boys let out such screams of delight that some of the other passengers frowned, but nothing could dampen their spirits. When he saw the beach, Edward ran like a wild pony towards the water and he had both feet in the sea before Freedom could haul him away.
Alex, riding on his father’s shoulders, pointed hysterically at a big Ferris wheel and the lights of the fairground, the music drifting across the beach towards them. Up ahead, Edward climbed over a small wall and disappeared among the rides as Freedom shouted to him to wait.
The two sticky-faced boys wandered around with their candy-floss, open-mouthed with amazement. They went from booth to booth, and Freedom won a teddy bear on a shooting range, which Alex cuddled. They stopped at a punching machine.
‘Punch the bell, mate, punch the bell and win a prize, come along now, punch the bell … lovely prizes, take your pick, all you gotta do is ring the bell …’
Freedom stepped back and punched, the bell clanged and the man almost fell over. He’d not had anyone ring the bell in ten years and he reluctantly offered a prize. Edward jumped up and down as Freedom led him towards the display, and he pointed to a tin of soap bubbles with a small wire hoop. The fairground man handed the boy the prize and nudged Freedom, saying with a wink that he would bet a shilling that he couldn’t do it again.
Evelyne pulled at Freedom’s arm, she wanted to move on, there was a small crowd gathering.
‘Go on, Dad, do it again!’
Freedom looked at the man and asked if he was serious about the shilling, then rolled up his sleeves and belted the punchbag. The bell clanged again, drawing a ripple of applause from the crowd, and Freedom turned and gave them a mock bow. Evelyne went to choose a prize and after surveying the array of cheap gifts, she pointed to a doll. She would give it to Mrs Harris’ little girl.
‘You not lost your touch, mun.’
Freedom turned, and there, lolling against the side of a booth, was Jesse. He wore a flashy suit and a red polka-dot neckerchief. His long, dark eyelashes were as thick as ever. He still wore his earring, but now he had a big gold watch and heavy gold rings on his fingers.
The pair sized each other up, and slowly they moved closer.
‘Auv acoi.’
Jesse held out his arms. ‘It’s buddigur duvus, a good time for us, but you jinned we’d be here, mun, more likely in the fairground than furniture sellin’.’
Jesse felt the muscles of Freedom’s arms, their eyes locked. Then they kissed each other’s cheeks. Freedom held Jesse’s head in his hands and kissed his lips. Evelyne felt chilled, and drew her shawl closer around her shoulders.
‘Eh, boys, come and meet Uncle Jesse, say hello to your Uncle Jesse.’
Evelyne stared, wanting to call the boys to her side, but she said nothing. The two of them hung back slightly, but then Jesse reached forward and took a coin from behind Edward’s ear, and the child gasped. Jesse kept finding coins all over Edward and the boy was completely hooked. Alex, who had drawn back to cling to his mother’s skirt, moved forward.
‘Well, now, lemme see if this young’un’s got the magic … Ohhh, yes, will you look at this, the money’s just falling from him. Come and see this boy, he’s got the Midas touch.’
Evelyne smiled but remained aloof and watchful as Jesse patted the punching-machine man’s shoulder and told him Freedom was a boxing champion so no need to worry, his machine wasn’t out of kilter.
‘Will you come to the wagon?’
Evelyne opened her mouth to say no, but Freedom was already following Jesse. The boys hung on every word Jesse said, looking up into his face with adoring eyes.
‘You like my fair, then, do ye? Well, there’s a fine thing, I’m doin’ all right, mun, am I not? Come on, come on.’
He strode among the booths, waving and smiling to everyone, and they made their way to the far end of the fairground. On a large square of wasteland was a line of caravans. He went to the door of the first one and opened it, calling to someone inside that he had a surprise. He lifted first Edward and then Alex up into the wagon. As they went inside, Evelyne caught hold of Freedom’s sleeve.
‘We should be going, the train leaves in half an hour.’
Freedom shrugged and said they would catch the later one, and gestured for her to go inside. It took Evelyne by surprise. A lot had changed with the years, and it was. like a real house inside. The walls were draped, the place was filled with ornaments, and there were two parrots in a cage.
‘Rawnie? Rawnie, come on out and see what I’ve found.’
The curtains at the far end of the caravan were drawn aside, and Rawnie, like a ghost from the past, stood staring at them all. Evelyne was shocked at her appearance, she was so thin her skin hung loose on her bones. Her thick hair was greying at the temples and, although she still wore it in two long braids, there was nothing youthful about her; she had to hold on to the sides of the wagon to move towards them.
‘Freedom, mun, auv acoi, acoi acoi, it’s been bershor.’
He held his arms out to her and she went to him, touching his face. She kissed him and then held her hand out to Edward.
‘Well, chavo chiv, is he not rinkeney, then, will you gimme a choom?’
Edward went straight to her and kissed her as if he understood every word she’d said. She held his face and looked into his eyes, then laughed, giving Freedom a look. She held on to the table and eased herself into a chair, tapped her knee and held out a hand to Alex.
‘Eh, eh, eh, they’re real tatchey Romany, and dressed like a rye.’
Alex was more wary of her, but in the end he sat on her knee and played with all the gold bangles along her thin arms. The two men spoke Romany together, sitting on a velvet settee with their arms around each other. Rawnie stared at Evelyne, nodding for her to sit down. ‘The eldest has Romany yocks, looks like his Da — big ‘n’ strong, the pair of them. Yer little ‘un’s gentle, and’yer got one wild, ain’t that right?’ She began to cough, and her whole body shook so that Alex had to get off her knee. Evelyne moved closer, put her hand on Rawnie’s shoulder and could feel the sharp shoulder blades heaving beneath her clothes as she tried to catch her breath. Jesse stood up and clapped his beringed hands together, said he would take his brother around the fair, they’d be back shortly. The two boys ran to Jesse, and after a moment he gave way and they were allowed to go with the men. Evelyne tried to catch Freedom’s eye to tell him they must leave, but he was out of the caravan too quickly.