As soon as she had gone down the narrow stairs, Harry came through the door from the other bedroom.‘What you doin’ in here?’ he said in a loud whisper. ‘I thought I was onny dreaming that we’d wed.’ He climbed in beside her and drew her close.‘The bed was too narrow,’ she whispered back, putting her arm round him. ‘We’ll have to get a bigger bed.’‘No money for that.’ He rolled on top of her and covered her mouth with his hand as she began to warn him again about the child within her. ‘It’ll be all right,’ he muttered. ‘Come on, Jeannie, mek some effort. We’re married now.’But she didn’t need to make an effort. Although she wanted him too, he was in too much of a hurry to be gentle and tender or considerate; he gasped and rolled over on to his back without giving her as much as a kiss or a loving squeeze, and as she looked at him with his mouth open and his eyes closed she felt bruised and sore, frustrated and disillusioned.She dressed in the small bedroom and went downstairs, leaving Harry still in Nan’s bed.
