Jake had sat with his arm around Martha’s shoulder throughout the film. He felt more like a man than he had ever done before. ‘That Diana Dors, did you see her hair?’ Martha’s voice was full of excitement. ‘Everything about her was so sophisticated. I’ll never be like that, Jake. My hair will never shine like that. It was so beautiful.’ It hadn’t exactly been Diana Dors’s hair or her sophistication that had impressed Jake. There were moments in the film when he had to remember to check that his mouth wasn’t hanging open, but he was keeping quiet. He didn’t want to do or say anything that would make his Martha feel less than the beautiful princess he thought she was. ‘She was very pretty, but not as pretty as you, Martha. She has a long way to go there yet to catch you up.’ Martha squealed. ‘Jake, you are full of the blarney sometimes. Honest to God, you are.’ Jake grinned and hugged Martha to him. ‘I’m not. I just don’t think there is any woman in Liverpool as pretty as you, that’s all.
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