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1. S & D … that’s Sheila & Don … she says they called unexpectedly … does that mean that they are now in England? Surely if they had been on a visit from Italy she would have known in advance
2. what on earth was she doing up there? The letters first I think … there’s a bundle from Sheila … from an address in Scotland … ah, maybe the Tattoo isn’t so unlikely then
3. Is Don a Scot? Ah … Sheila asks how the job is going … is Bunty working? If so, what does she do with her mother? What’s the date on this letter? January 1963 … just after Christmas
4. As she goes on to explain precisely how the patrons support the society, I gaze at them … Sheila and Don Mackenzie
5. ‘No … not at all, but I’m doing some research at the moment and have been trying to locate a couple called Sheila and Don with a Scottish connection
6. Sheila doesn’t say what it was they argued about, but I get the impression that it may have been something to do with Don wanting to help Bunty out … Bunty’s fatal attraction coming home to roost again no doubt
7. After a few years of nothing but Christmas cards and the odd stilted letter between the two women, which Sheila skimmed over rather ineffectually, Don’s job in Italy ended and they went home to Scotland
8. Somehow, relations were repaired (Sheila didn’t go into details on this either) and Bunty went up to Edinburgh to visit them … which is what I deduced from the documents
9. Sheila and Don moved down here about six years ago
10. ‘What was exciting though, was meeting Sheila and Don
11. It really has given me a boost having caught up with Sheila
12. Despite that, she and Bunty got on, so, when Sheila married Don and his job was moved to Italy, they offered to take Bunty with them, partly as company for Sheila and partly to enable Bunty to spread her wings a little
13. It has to be said that Sheila isn't the brightest of women, so wouldn't have been much use as a chaperone
14. The clatter of dishes carried towards them on the air, a faint odour of something hot evidence that Sheila was cooking
15. ‘Fucking great bangers - great!’ Mickey called across the table to Sheila, his eyes on her ample breasts
16. By the time the sausages had all gone, Mickey was sitting by Sheila, one of his hands out of sight under the table – by the look of it, busy investigating what was under her skirt
17. Chrissie posed, allowing her gaze to wash across the upturned faces in front of her – Sheila, face closed yet unpleasantly appreciative – Mickey and Kev getting into a right going state of excitement – Chas, his eyes stripping off the tiny scraps of fabric clothing her, his hands in his lap, invisible in the shadows – Ozzie, drunk and clapping not quite in time to the music
18. She concentrated on shutting out the sounds she could hear from further down the corridor which suggested that Mickey was with Sheila as, tentatively, she crept along to the bedroom, uncertain what she would find
19. Sheila grunted, looked at her for a long moment and then hauled herself off back into the hallway
20. Mickey’s unsubtle comments to Sheila, with the usual counterpoint provided by Kev, was ignorable
21. She glanced back towards the barracks to see Sheila striding along
22. Rising, the feather still held firmly in her hand, she watched as Sheila approached
23. Seeing Chrissie so apparently upset by the death of the bird stirred something deep within Sheila
24. Sheila felt again the satisfaction she had experienced when she had succeeded in grabbing the small bird
25. Sheila was squatting on her haunches as close as she could get to where Mickey and Kev were digging, muttering something to Mickey
26. ’ Sheila commented, pushing a soft clod with her boot
27. ’ Sheila said from the other side of the muddy hole – her eyes challenging
28. On the opposite side of the hole, Sheila was hauling her top over her head with appreciative commentary from Mickey, now standing on the side of the pit beside her
29. She struggled to stand, only to have Sheila launch herself at her, grabbing her and pushing her back onto the mud again
30. Pushing her back up into an arch and raising Chrissie as she did so, Sheila twisted suddenly, throwing Chrissie off
31. Sheila, came at her again, grabbing her round the middle and throwing her to the ground
32. ’ Sheila gloated for Chrissie’s benefit as the men shouted their approval from the edge of the mudhole
33. Reaching for a handful of mud, Sheila roughly rubbed it onto Chrissie’s chest, her touch knowing and experienced
34. Without apparent difficulty, Sheila grabbed Chrissie’s hands and, forcing them over her head, pinned them down in the mud with one hand
35. ‘Yes!’ Ozzie’s voice cried as Sheila came with a triumphant shout
36. ‘My turn!’ Mickey said, leaping into the mud beside them and grabbing at Sheila
37. Sheila was busy in the kitchen; by the smell of the hot fat which assaulted Chrissie’s nose, frying was on the menu again tonight
38. Mickey looked up briefly as she sat down at the table then, scorn in his eye, turned to Sheila and muttered something inaudible from where Chrissie was sitting
39. Sheila snorted with laughter
40. Sheila stood and walked round the table, collecting the empty plates
41. ’ Sheila commented dryly, running her fingers round the back of Chas’s head
42. Chrissie looked at Sheila, standing looking smaller than usual by the cooker
43. Sheila was staring at the corner of the cooker as though she had never see it before
44. Sheila hung around the kitchen for the hour and a half it took for the men to carry out their grisly task and return
45. Mickey steadily worked his way through the bowl of porridge which Sheila plonked in front of him
46. Apart from her concern for Mickey, Sheila was her usual self – handing out food and hot beverages in her normal, less than charming manner
47. Waiting until Sheila had left the kitchen, Chrissie quickly sneaked in and grabbed a chunk of bread and some cheese
48. Sheila was heavy-eyed and heavy of movement - goodness knows what she had been doing with the day; Chrissie gave thought to the concept that the other woman used drugs … she’d seen enough addicts over the years not to be surprised or even shocked at the thought
49. ‘It’s Sheila … she’s ill
50. ‘What do you expect me to do about it?’ she asked, following him down the corridor towards the room where she could hear the unmistakable sound of Sheila retching