The Imposter

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THE TAXI DEPOSITED THEM on Roseberry Avenue and they made their way to Amwell Street where a long line of empty trestle tables had been arranged down the middle of the road, covered with mismatched cloths. An assortment of chairs were set on either side. Women were arranging flowers and greenery around the doorways of the houses and men on step-ladders were hanging yards of colourful bunting from the gas lamps. The Italian tricolore and the Union Jack vied for space from the ledges of first-floor windows. Gay tapestries obscured the dilapidated walls, the street-corners were ornamented by large illuminated frames which bore the statue of the Mado

Joseph led the way to a table where three women had congregated. “These are my sisters,” he said. “Edie, Sophia and Chiara.”

“Who’s this dish?” Sophia said, making no attempt disguise her lewd up-and-down appraisal of Edward.

“This is my friend, Edward Fabian.”

Edward smiled warmly. The women were a strange collection: Evie walked with a stick, was tall and slim with long dark hair and a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Sophia was shorter, and plumper, with ringlets of copper-coloured hair that spilled across her shoulders in tight coils. Chiara was neither tall nor short, doll-like with slender arms and wrists. Her hair had been carefully water-waved and set, her lips looked soft and shapely with the lip salve she had on them. She wore a brown fla

He took their offered hands. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Sophia turned her hand over and held it before his lips so that he was left with no choice but to kiss it. “Where’s he been hiding you?”

Joseph tutted. “Put him down.”

Evie kissed Joseph on the cheek. “Bloody hell, you reek. Have you been drinking?”

He gri

“What for?”

“We’ve just been to Buckingham Palace. Edward has just seen the King.”

“Give over.”

“It’s true. Go on, Doc, show them.”

Edward feigned modesty. The medal was still attached to his tunic. He slid his fingers beneath it and held it away from his breast.

“Which one is it?”

Joseph said, “The Victoria Cross.”

Evie gawped. “It never is…”

“What’d you have to do to get that?” Sophia asked.

“Nothing much,” Edward said. He felt uncharacteristically shy. Sophia had a brash and loud personality and he felt a little cowed by it.

“Don’t be coy,” Sophia urged with a grin that exposed the wide gap between her front teeth. “Tell us.”

Joseph saw Edward was uncomfortable. “Leave it out,” he said. “Not everyone wants to crow about the things that they’ve done. All you need to know is that this man”––he clapped him on the back––“is a bloody hero.”

Sophia took Edward’s hand again and squeezed it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Edward,” she said. She held her grip a little too long, and, as she gently released it, she trailed her fingertips against the back of his hand. He looked down at her, surprised, and she returned his expression with a cheeky wink.

“Sophia,” Chiara chided in a tone of weary exasperation. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fabian. My sister can be awfully embarrassing sometimes.”

Edward knew that the flattery was not just for the benefit of his ego. Sophia and Evie enjoyed embarrassing their brother and they knew exactly how to do it. The more he protested, the more lascivious, and crude, they would become. Chiara did not get involved in their games; she stood silently to the side and observed, taking it all in.

“Where’s Billy?” Sophia asked her brother.

“He’s meeting us here. Go easy on him, alright?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Sophia said with mock outrage.

“You know exactly what I mean. You give him the bloody vapours half the time and you know it. Speak of the devil––there he is.”

His face broke out into a smile and Edward turned to see the reason for it: Billy was approaching them. “Billy and me are going to get the drinks. Edward––I’d leave you here but I’m not sure they’ll leave you in one piece.”

“He’s perfectly safe,” Sophia said.

“I doubt that. Edward?”

“I’m fine,” he said.

There were three pubs in the vicinity. The landlords had rolled barrels out onto the street and groups of happy drunks gathered around them to refill their tankards, a rowdy atmosphere already developing. Joseph led Billy to the Wordsworth and waved the landlord across.

Chiara said, “You’re the doctor, aren’t you?”

“That’s right. How do you know that?”

“Joseph was talking about you.”

“He was?”

“He was happy you asked him to come today.”

Edward smiled, pleased with himself. He felt very optimistic all of a sudden.

“Have you met Billy yet?” Evie asked him.

“Briefly. I don’t think he likes me much.”

“He can be like that,” Sophia said. “He’s awkward around people he’s just met. I shouldn’t worry about it. He doesn’t mean it. His bark’s worse than his bite.”

“You should know,” teased Evie.

The remark was lost on Edward. “Are they good friends?” he asked.

“They’ve known each other for years. His father and our father worked in the business so the two of them practically grew up together. He’s Greek. It used to be one hundred per cent Italian round here when my grandfather came over, but there’ve been all sorts moving in the last few years––Jews, Irish, Greeks. We call him Bubble when we want to get a rise out of him.”

“Why?”

“Bubble and Squeak.”

Edward felt foolish for asking. “Oh––I see, Greek.”

“He hates it.”

Joseph had squeezed three gins between his hands and was coming towards them. Billy was behind him, carrying three pints of beer.

Joseph gave a glass to each of his sisters.

“Go easy on the poor lad,” Evie warned her sister as Billy arrived.

“No fear. It’s too much fun.”

“My sister and Billy used to be––involved,” Chiara explained quietly for Edward’s benefit, searching for the right word.

“Only when I’ve been drinking,” Sophia said. “I do have standards.”

Evie shook her head. “If you say so.”

Sophia latched onto Billy at once. “Hello, darling.”

“Alright, Sophia,” Billy said awkwardly. His demeanour underwent an abrupt and amusing transformation from his usual insouciance. It melted away like an ice cube on a hot day.

“Don’t worry, my love, I won’t say nothing.”

“What you on about? There’s nothing to say.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t know why you’re being so coy.”

“Leave him alone,” Joseph said, but there was an amused smile on his face.

“I was just being civil.”

“You know what you were doing.”

Billy hid behind his pint.

Edward enjoyed the exchange. He didn’t much like Billy and it was good to see him squirm. Smiling, he drank his beer right away. It was a warm day and he had developed a thirst. The beer was tepid but it didn’t matter.

“Violet’s waving at us,” Evie said.

Edward followed her gesture and saw a woman and a man at one of the large trestles.

“Wonderful,” Joseph groaned. “I haven’t seen her all week. How is she?”

“The same as ever,” Sophia said. “A

“We better go and see her before we get too lit up.”