Kimberley came into the small bedroom with a mug of hot sweet tea. At nine years old she was a ringer for her father: dark haired and blue eyed, she had his natural arrogance.
'All right, love?'
It was a question and they both knew it.
'To hear him going on you'd think he'd been at a five-star hotel, not inside one of Her Majesty's holiday camps.'
Jackie knew this was her own dad talking, but then Joseph had been more of a father to the girls than Freddie so what could she expect?
'Don't start, Kim, it's been hard for him away from us.'
'Been hard for us and all, Mum, don't forget that, will you? To hear him talk you'd think he'd had the time of his life.'
At nine she had more wisdom than someone ten times her age, and this was what made her mother angry with her. Kimberley never knew when to leave things alone.
'Well, he's home now, ain't he.'
Kimberley sniffed loudly in disdain as she said, 'And don't we all know it.'
Freddie was surprised at how much he was enjoying his kids, they were good-looking, bright girls. He'd have liked sons though, and after last night's gymnastics he had a feeling he might get one before the year was out. One thing he would give Jackie – she was as up for it as he was. A bit of how's your father was all she needed to keep her temper at bay. A few compliments, a couple of touch ups and she was his.
Once he had her nice and pregnant he could start to take the piss properly. She was a blinder in some ways, old Jackie. No matter what he did she forgave him. She understood him, and he loved her for that much at least.
But even he saw the need to keep close by for a few days. He was well aware of what happened when you were banged up. People sniffed round, wanted a bit of what you had. As far as he could see Jackie had been a diamond, but you never knew, she liked the old one-eyed snake, so he would keep out a wary eye.
If she had done the dirty on him she was a dead woman.
'Did you learn to cook in nick, Dad?'
Roxanna said this very seriously and he answered her in the same vein, the eggs and bacon in the pan sizzling away.
'No, sweetheart, Daddy could already cook. Why?'
Roxanna said, with six-year-old sweetness, 'I thought we could send Mummy, you cook nicer than her any day.'
Freddie laughed loudly. This youngest child of his was what was known as a case.
He glanced around the kitchen. It was shabby but clean enough, he supposed. He would have to sort out a few quid though, get the place smartened up. He needed a home that befitted his new status in life.
Some of the blokes he had been banged up with had country houses! Acres of land, swimming pools, and what did he have? A poxy semi-detached house on a council estate. Their kids went to private schools, mixed with the best. What was it his old mate Ozzy used to say? 'It's not what you know but who you know.' How fucking true that was.
He had watched them in nick, and what a fucking education it had been. They all had nice fit birds visiting them, all dressed like fucking footballers' wives, with ready smiles and diamond rings. He had been gutted at times when Jackie had turned up in her jeans and her fucking sheepskin coat. But in fairness she couldn't afford any decent clobber, she had been given no compensation.
The thought of compensation darkened his brow.
She deserved it, she should have been worth a few quid, not fucking scrimping on the social.
He would sort that all out this afternoon.
Lena Summers opened her front door and roared, 'You knock like the filth, young Jimmy.'
Smiling, Jimmy walked into the kitchen, nodded to Joseph and, taking a mug from the draining board, poured himself a cup of tea.
'She ready?'
Lena laughed. 'Is she ever? Only just jumped in the shower.'
She was buttering toast and she automatically handed him a piece. He crunched on it happily.
'How did it all end last night then?'
He shrugged, looking too big for the small kitchen. His loyalty to his cousin knew no bounds, but he was also loath to upset Lena or Joseph.
'It was a good night, Mrs Summers, he was just a bit excited, that's all. He's been banged up for yonks…'
'Should have fucking kept him there if you ask me.'
Lena turned on her husband. 'Well, no one asked you, did they?'
She turned back to Jimmy. 'Was Jackie all right? I mean it didn't all end up in a fight?'
He smiled then. 'It was fine, honestly. When I left they were slow dancing together, with little Roxanna asleep on Freddie's shoulder.'
Lena smiled, her fears allayed for a few days. The fighting would come, they all knew that. But she wanted her daughter to have at least a few days of happiness first.
If ever two people should keep away from each other it was Freddie and Jackie Jackson. They had courted from school and Lena had loathed him on sight. Jackie had always been a handful at the best of times, but it was as if he had possessed a hold over her from day one. She was obsessed with Freddie and at first the feeling had been mutual. It was only when the kids had come thick and fast that he had started his gallivanting. And like her mother before her Jackie had hunted down and blamed the women. If only Lena could get her to understand that without the men these women wouldn't exist. But she knew herself how much it hurt, how it ruined your self-esteem. How it coloured the whole of your life until you either sank or you swam with it.
Her daughter would never learn to swim, God help her. She would sink a little bit more each time, the bitterness eating her up alongside the jealousy.
Maggie breezed into the kitchen all smiles and Rimmel make-up.
Joe Summers said indulgently, 'Your lift's been waiting ages.'
She grinned. 'My lift always waits ages.'
She grabbed a piece of toast and a mug of coffee and, kissing her mother and father, she walked out of the house quickly. She always left the mug in his car and he returned it when he could. They were nice kids.
Lena and Joe watched as the big, hulking boy followed her as always.
'He's a good kid, Joe.'
Joe sniffed loudly 'She could look further and fare worse. He dotes on her. And she has got the right idea, that one, keeps him on his toes.'
'As long as he ain't got her on her back.'
Joe eyed his wife scornfully. 'Give her a bit of credit, will you? She's too shrewd, I'm telling you.'
Lena sat at the small pine table and said sadly, 'She's so young, Joe. She's only fourteen.'
'So were you, Lena.'
'And look what happened to me.'
'You didn't do too bad, you got me didn't you?
She laughed disdainfully. 'I won the pools me, did I?'
They laughed together as Lena wondered what he would do if he knew his young daughter was on the pill.
Men, they never saw what was in front of their faces.
Micky Daltry was happy today. His wife was in a good mood because he had bought her a new coat and shoes. His kids were all at her mother's house, and they were going out for a nice slap-up meal to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
She was a good one, his Sheila, and he was sensible enough to know that. She kept the place clean as a pin and the kids were well dressed and well behaved. They all had her looks, thank God, and his nous. A winning combination.
'Come on, Sheila, the cab will be here in a minute.'
She was laughing as she walked down the stairs of their semi-detached house. It was decorated in magnolia matt paint and it was her pride and joy. As was the shag-pile cream carpet that drove the kids mad because they had to take their shoes off at the door. Unlike their mates who wore their shoes in the house until they were put to bed. Then and only then did they take their shoes off along with their coats.
Even their father followed the rule, and that was how they knew they had to.
Sheila Daltry had long blond hair, a slim figure, even after three children, and a nice nature. She had a quiet, sunny personality, the complete opposite of her husband. Micky was noisy, funny and secretive. He wolf-whistled her and she was thrilled.