Graham, âthen I wasnât the father. We had a brief little romantic friendship about eighteen months before the family moved away. Do you remember Peggy, Percy?â
âAye, I remember her. And her brief romantic friendships. Proper little bobby-dazzler she was. Talented too. They say she was a brilliant little actress. Played Saint Theresa or something in a school play. Ted and Mary were over the moon.â
âIt was Saint Joan. I was in the play too.â
âWere you though?â said Percy, looking at him appraisingly, like a tailor. âWouldnât have put you down as the acting type.â
âSmall part.â
âAnyway, we heard nothing but that play for months. I mind her father talking about her, standing where youâre stood now. Boring the pants off us, if the truth be known, but we all liked her and could see she was something out of the ordinary. Stillâ¦â
Graham waited, but nothing came.
âStill?â he was forced to ask.
âStill, talent isnât everything, is it? Anyone whoâs had children, or had to do with them, knows that. You think one of themâs the brightest knife in the box, and then something happens and they spend the rest of their lives in dull jobs that go nowhere. And sometimes itâs nothing that happens, but them just reaching their top, the limits of their talents, and not being able to push themselves any further up.â
âWas that the case with Peggy? She reached her top?â
âOh, no. Something happened. I suppose Iâve more or less told you what that was, havenât I?â
âYes, you have.â
âThat wasnât the official line. According to her dad and mum sheâd had the offer of a place in drama school. As a consequence they were moving closer to LondonâRomford it wasâso she could take it up and still live at home.â
âYes, I knew they went to Romford.â
âOh, you heard, did you? That at least was true. Dicky Mortlakeâwe buried him ten years sinceâwas driving through Romford a few months after they upped sticks and left, and he saw Peggy walking with her mother, very pregnant. So that was what it was, which frankly was what weâd all guessed anyway.â
âHad you just guessed that because she was pretty and young, and just the age to be careless about precautions?â asked Graham, lapsing into the circumlocutions of his youth.
âPartly, maybe,â said Percy, remembering. âBut she was alwaysâ¦flighty.â
He looked as if he wanted to say no more, but Graham pressed him.
âHad lots of boyfriends?â
âAye, she did, but that wasnât what I was thinking about. Her manner wasâ¦letâs say it wasnât modest, not what we expected then from a schoolgirl. I said she was flighty. I think I mean she was flirtatious. Sheâd come at you with little remarks and double meanings and sexual provocationsâeven when she was with much older men, like me. Mostly we made a joke of it, but whoâs to know whether there werenât some who fell for it. The father of the child could have been one of the boyfriends of her own age, but equally it could have been any man in the village, most of us included.â
âDid her parents know nothing about her ways?â
âCourse not. Can see you havenât got teenage children. The parents always get dupedâI expect itâs been going on since the Garden of Eden. Peggy never did anything while they were by. She was Mary Poppins or Maria von Trapp when they were around. To this day Ted has never said who the father wasâor even whether he knows who the father was. Thatâs how much he and Mary were hurt and surprised by it.â
Graham stopped, his pint halfway up to his mouth. He looked around at the other men at the bar.
âBut Peggyâs fatherâs dead, isnât he?â
âNot so far as we know,â