An Orphan in the Snow: The heart-warming saga you need to read this year by Molly Green

Author:Molly Green [Green, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008238957
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2017-11-29T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

‘No, you definitely can’t appear in that same skirt and blouse you wore at the dance,’ Iris said. The two of them were in Iris’s bedroom. She’d told June she’d do her hair, so to come by an hour before Murray arrived.

June had puffed some powder on to her nose and even added a little rouge, then wiped it off again as she’d hated the artificiality of the colour. She’d touched her lips with a very soft red which instantly gave her a quiet air of confidence – totally different from how she really felt at the moment; just thinking about meeting Murray, let alone seeing him in person, was making her quake. Now, with Iris’s comment, she felt herself coming unstuck again.

‘I’ll put a bit of make-up on you,’ Iris said firmly. ‘You’re much too pale. But let’s get your hair done first as that will make all the difference.’

June didn’t bother to tell her she’d already tried some rouge and wiped it off. You didn’t say no to Iris when she wore that determined look.

Somehow she’d cleared a space of sorts and sat June down at her dressing table, which was piled high with bottles and jars and brushes. To June it looked like something off a film set, yet Iris was a nurse and was only allowed to wear the very minimum of make-up.

‘Right. We’ll put it up like this.’ Iris got hold of a hank of hair and pushed some pins in. The hair immediately fell out. ‘You’ve got beautiful thick hair,’ she commented, ‘with a will of its own. But I shan’t let it beat me. In the meantime I’m going to turn you away from the mirror so you don’t see what I’m doing.’

Fifteen minutes later June’s hair was swept away from her face and caught up at the neck in a thick twist, the long hairpins and Kirby grips holding it so firmly in place they were beginning to dig into June’s scalp, but she dared not say anything. She felt Iris slide a comb into one side of her head.

‘Why don’t you try my black dress.’ Iris looked June up and down. ‘You’re about the same figure as me, though it will be a bit longer on you as I’m taller.’ She stepped through the debris in her bedroom and opened her wardrobe door.

From the angle where she sat on the edge of Iris’s bed June could see her friend had triple the amount of clothes she had. And although her bedroom was a mess as usual, the inside of the wardrobe was beautifully neat, everything colour coordinated, hats on the top shelf, pairs of shoes on the floor. Iris had obviously not come from any working-class family. June tried to repress the ripple of envy as she watched Iris slip a dress from one of the wooden coat-hangers and hand it to her.

‘See what you think.’

Slightly embarrassed at stripping in front of her friend, June removed her work clothes and stood in her plain knickers and brassière.

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