Blackout. Part 20

Backbury, Warwicks.h.i.+re-May 1940

BINNIE AND THE REST OF THE EVACUEES GREETED THE news that they were quarantined with an outburst of wild behavior that made Eileen want to flee for the drop before the children's supper was half over. news that they were quarantined with an outburst of wild behavior that made Eileen want to flee for the drop before the children's supper was half over.

"I was corn-teened for a month," Alice announced. "Rose n'me couldn't play outside or nothin'."

"We ain't gonna be quarantined for a month, are we, Eileen?" Binnie asked.

"No, of course not." Measles only lasted a few days, didn't they? That's why they called them the three-day measles. Alice must be mistaken.

When Dr. Stuart came back that night, Eileen asked him how long the quarantine was likely to last. "It depends on how many of the children catch them," he said. "If Alf were to be the only case, which is unlikely, it will end a fortnight after his rash disappears, so three or four weeks."

"Three or four weeks? weeks? But they only last three days." But they only last three days."

"You're thinking of German measles. These are red measles, which last a week or longer after the rash first appears."

"And how long does it take for the rash to appear?"

"From three days to a week, and in some cases I've seen the rash last up to eight days."

And knowing Alf, he would be one of those cases. A week plus eight days plus a fortnight. They would would be quarantined for a month. If no one else caught them. So she obviously couldn't wait until the quarantine was over. She had to go now. She wondered what the penalty for breaking quarantine was in 1940. During the Pandemic it would have got one shot, but surely that wouldn't be the situation with a childhood disease. Just in case, though, she waited till everyone was asleep and Samuels was snoring heavily in the porter's chair, which he'd dragged over in front of the front door, then tiptoed down the back stairs to the kitchen. be quarantined for a month. If no one else caught them. So she obviously couldn't wait until the quarantine was over. She had to go now. She wondered what the penalty for breaking quarantine was in 1940. During the Pandemic it would have got one shot, but surely that wouldn't be the situation with a childhood disease. Just in case, though, she waited till everyone was asleep and Samuels was snoring heavily in the porter's chair, which he'd dragged over in front of the front door, then tiptoed down the back stairs to the kitchen.

The door was locked. So were the French doors in the morning room, the windows in the library and dining room, and the side door leading off the billiards room.

"And the keys are here in my pocket," Samuels said when she confronted him the next morning, "and that's where they're going to stay. That Hodbin brat could get out of one of Houdini's traps, he could. I'm not letting him spread measles all over the neighborhood. If it is is measles. I say he's shamming so he can keep home from school." measles. I say he's shamming so he can keep home from school."

Eileen was inclined to agree with him. Alf not only drank all the broth she carried up for his breakfast, but asked for more, and when she came up for the tray, Una said he was bouncing on his cot and how did she get him to stop? And when the vicar came, he told her (shouting through the kitchen door since Samuels refused to let him in) that no one else who attended the village school in Backbury had come down with them.

When Eileen took up the lunch tray, she caught Alf leaning out the ballroom door, flicking a wet facecloth at Jimmy and Reg. "What are you doing out here?" she demanded.

"I'm was.h.i.+n' my face," he said innocently.

"Get back in the nursery," she ordered Reg and Jimmy. "Alf, get back into bed." She pushed him into the ballroom. "Una, you can't allow Alf to-where's Una?"

"I dunno. Why ain't you you takin' care of me?" takin' care of me?"

"Because you're contagious." And irritating beyond belief And irritating beyond belief. "Climb into bed."

"When can Binnie come see me?"

"She can't. Now lie down," she said and went in search of Una. She wasn't in the bathroom or the nursery, where Binnie was leading the children in a noisy game of tag, and when Eileen glanced back in the ballroom, Alf was at the window, trying to open it, surrounded by the sheets he'd knotted together.

"Dr. Stuart said I needed fresh air," he said innocently.

Eileen confiscated the sheets, located Una in her bedroom changing out of her sopping wet dress-Alf had spilt the washbasin on her-and sent her back downstairs to Alf.

"Must I?" Una begged her. "Can't you nurse him? I'll give you my new film magazine." I?" Una begged her. "Can't you nurse him? I'll give you my new film magazine."

I know just how you feel, Eileen thought. "I can't. I haven't had measles."

"I wish I I hadn't," Una wailed. hadn't," Una wailed.

Eileen took the sheets back down to the linen closet, briefly considering hanging them out her bedroom window and escaping, but her room was four stories from the ground, and Dr. Stuart would be here in another hour. After one look at Alf-and poor Una-he would almost certainly call off the quarantine, and she could walk out the front door to the drop instead of risking life and limb.

But Dr. Stuart telephoned to say he was delayed-one of the Pritchards' evacuees had fallen out of a tree and broken his leg-and by the time he arrived at three that afternoon, there was no longer any doubt of its being measles. Alf was covered from head to toe with un-fakeable red pinpoint dots, Tony and Rose were both complaining of sore throats, and before the doctor had even finished taking their temps, Jimmy had announced, "I'm going to be sick," and was.

Eileen spent the rest of the afternoon setting up additional cots and cursing herself for not having climbed out the window while she had the chance. Tony's brother Ralph and Rose's sister Alice fell ill during the night, and when Dr. Stuart examined Edwina, she had white patches inside her mouth, even though she claimed she didn't feel ill. "This would never have happened if we'd gone on the boat," she said, annoyed.

Eileen wasn't listening. She was thinking about the drop. She couldn't go now, even if she could get past Samuels. She couldn't leave the children with only Una to care for them. Dr. Stuart had promised to bring in a nurse, but the nurse wouldn't be available till the weekend, and by then the lab would have already sent a retrieval team to find out why she hadn't returned.

If they hadn't already. "Is there a notice on the door saying we're quarantined?" she asked Samuels.

"Indeed there is, and one on the main gate."

Which means when they do come through, they'll see what's happened, she thought, and I needn't worry about getting word to them and I needn't worry about getting word to them. That was a blessing because she hadn't a moment to spare over the next few days, between carrying trays, was.h.i.+ng sheets, and keeping the evacuees who hadn't yet caught the measles occupied.

Dr. Stuart was determined to keep her out of the sickroom, even though Una was clearly overwhelmed, but when Reg and Let.i.tia fell ill, he said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to help out till the nurse arrives and the children break out. As soon as their rashes appear, they'll improve. Try to avoid close contact with them as much as you can." And it was a good thing she wasn't really at risk because the children needed nonstop nursing. They all had fevers and nausea, and their eyes were red and sore. Eileen spent half her time wringing out cold compresses, changing sheets, and emptying basins, and the other half trying vainly to keep Alf in bed.

He hadn't felt ill since the first day, and he spent most of his time tormenting the other patients. The only thing that kept Eileen from killing him was the vicar's arrival. He called up to her that he'd brought extra linens and some jelly from Miss Fuller and chatted with her through the window for a bit.

"If it's any comfort, you're not the only ones quarantined. The Sperrys and Pritchards are as well. They've closed the school," he told her. "I'll leave the linens and jelly on the kitchen step. Oh, and I've brought the post."

The post consisted of the London Times Times, which reported that the Germans were driving into France and that Belgium might fall, a letter from Mrs. Magruder saying yes, her children had had the measles, and a note from Lady Caroline. "I am devastated at not being at home to a.s.sist you in this crisis," she wrote.

"Ha!" Mrs. Bas...o...b.. said. "She's thanking her lucky stars she went to that meeting and was out of the house. Though if you ask me, it's a blessing she's not here. It's one less person to cook for and clean up after."

She was right. They already had more than they could cope with. By the end of the week, eleven of the evacuees were down with the measles, the nurse Dr. Stuart had promised still hadn't arrived, and when Polly asked him about it on his next visit, he shook his head grimly. "She joined the Royal Nursing Corps last month, and all the other nurses in the area have already been engaged. There are a good many cases in the district."

There are a good many cases here, Eileen thought, exasperated, and over the next few days the number grew even larger. Susan came down with measles and so did Georgie; they had to set up a second ward in the music room; and everyone-including Samuels, who saw his job as beginning and ending with keeping everyone from escaping the house-had to pitch in. Mrs. Bas...o...b.. took over the housekeeping, the vicar brought medicine and calves' foot jelly, and Binnie carried trays and drove Eileen to distraction. "Are they all going to die?" she asked her loudly, trying to peek into the ballroom.

"No, of course not. Children don't die of measles."

"I know a girl what did. She 'ad a white coffin."

After a day and a half of similar sentiments, Eileen rea.s.signed Binnie to kitchen duty. Mrs. Bas...o...b.. tied one of her ap.r.o.ns on her and set her to work was.h.i.+ng the dishes, hanging up the laundry in the now-deserted ballroom, and scrubbing the floor.

"It's not fair," fair," Binnie told Eileen indignantly. "I wish Binnie told Eileen indignantly. "I wish I I could have caught the measles." could have caught the measles."

"Be careful what you wish for," Mrs. Bas...o...b.., coming in from the larder, said. "And be careful with those teacups. She's already broken four," she told Eileen. "And the Spode teapot. I don't know what Lady Caroline will say."

Eileen wasn't particularly worried. Lady Caroline had only written once since that first time, to tell them that she'd be staying with friends till the quarantine was lifted and to send her "my white georgette, my silver fox stole, and my blue bathing dress."

The next few days were a blur-children in the vomiting stage, the spiking-fever stage, and the emerging-rash stage. Peggy and Reg got eye infections, and Jill developed a chesty cough that Dr. Stuart warned Eileen to keep a sharp eye on. "We don't want it to go into her chest," he said, and added twice-a-day steam infusions under an improvised tent of blankets to Eileen's list of ch.o.r.es.

Which was endless, in spite of everyone, including the little ones, helping out. Peggy and Barbara swept the nursery, Theodore made up his own cot, and Binnie toiled in the kitchen and endured Mrs. Bas...o...b..'s lectures. Every time Eileen came down to the kitchen, Mrs. Bas...o...b.. was shaking her finger at Binnie, saying, "You call that peeling? peeling? You've taken off half the potato!" or "Why haven't you finished putting away those dishes?" or the all-purpose "Mark my words, you'll come to a bad end!" Eileen actually began to feel a bit sorry for her. You've taken off half the potato!" or "Why haven't you finished putting away those dishes?" or the all-purpose "Mark my words, you'll come to a bad end!" Eileen actually began to feel a bit sorry for her.

On Thursday, when she went downstairs for mentholated spirits to put in Jill's steam kettle, Binnie was at the kitchen table with her head lying on her arms in an att.i.tude of despair, a ma.s.sive pile of to-be-cleaned vegetables next to her. "Mrs. Bas...o...b..," Eileen said, going out to the larder, "you really mustn't be so hard on Binnie. She's doing her best."

"So hard hard?" Mrs. Bas...o...b.. said. "Who's let her sit there at that table all morning while I did the was.h.i.+ng up and the ironing because she complained of a headache? Who let her-?"

"Headache?" Eileen hurried back out to the kitchen and squatted next to Binnie's chair. "Binnie?"

The girl raised her head, and there was no mistaking the too-bright eyes, the dark circles under them.

Eileen put her hand to Binnie's forehead. It was burning up. "Do you feel like you're going to be ill?"

"'Uh-unh. It's only my 'ead aches."

Eileen led her upstairs to the ballroom. "You'll feel better once you've had a lie-down," she said, unb.u.t.toning Binnie's dress.

"I've got the measles, ain't I?" she said plaintively.

"I'm afraid so," Eileen said, lifting her singlet over her head. There was no sign of the rash yet. "You'll feel better once they come out."

But they didn't come out, and Binnie didn't manifest any of the other symptoms, except for the fever-which steadily climbed-and the persistent headache. She lay with her eyes squeezed shut and her fists jammed against her forehead as if to keep it from exploding. "Are you certain it's the measles?" Eileen asked Dr. Stuart, thinking of spinal meningitis.

"The rash takes longer in some children," he rea.s.sured her. "You'll see, Binnie will be all right by morning."

But she wasn't, and her fever kept going up. When the doctor came in the afternoon, it was thirty-nine. "Give her a teaspoon of this powder in a tumblerful of water every four hours," the doctor said, handing Eileen a paper packet.

"For her fever?"

"No, it's to help bring the measles out. The fever will come down on its own once the rash appears."

The powder was useless. It was three more days before Binnie broke out, and the measles gave her no relief. Her rash was bright red instead of pink, and covered every inch of her, even the palms of her hands. "It 'urts," Binnie cried, moving her head restlessly on the pillow. Binnie cried, moving her head restlessly on the pillow.

"She's got them hard," the doctor said, which scarcely seemed a technical diagnosis. He took her temp, which was thirty-nine and a half, and then listened to her chest. "I'm afraid the measles have affected her lungs."

"Her lungs?" Eileen said. "You mean pneumonia?"

He nodded. "Yes. I want you to make a poultice of mola.s.ses, dried mustard, and brown paper for her chest."

"But shouldn't she be taken to hospital?"

"Hospital?"

Eileen bit her lip. Obviously people in this time didn't go into hospital for pneumonia, and why would they? There was nothing they could do for them there-no antivirals, no nanotherapies, not even any antibiotics except sulfa and penicillin. No, they didn't even have that. Penicillin hadn't come into common use till after the war.

"I shouldn't worry," the doctor said, patting Eileen on the arm. "Binnie's young and strong."

"But isn't there something you can give her for her fever?"

"You might give her some licorice-root tea," he said. "And bathe her with alcohol three times a day."

Teas, poultices, gla.s.s thermometers! It's a wonder anyone survived the twentieth century, Eileen thought disgustedly. She bathed Binnie's hot arms and legs after the doctor left, but neither that nor the tea had any effect on her, and as the evening wore on, she became more and more short of breath. She dozed fitfully, moaning and tossing from side to side. It was midnight before she finally fell asleep. Eileen tucked the covers around her and went to check on the other children.

"Don't leave me!" Binnie cried out.

"Shh," Eileen said, hurrying back and sitting down beside her again. "I'm here. Shh, I'm not leaving. I was only going to check on the other children." She reached out her hand to feel Binnie's forehead.

Binnie twisted angrily away from her. "No, you wasn't. You was goin' away. To London. I seen you."

She must be reliving that day at the station with Theodore. "I'm not going to London," Eileen said soothingly. "I'm staying right here with you."

Binnie shook her head violently. "I seen seen you. Mrs. Bas...o...b.. says nice girls don't meet soldiers in the woods." you. Mrs. Bas...o...b.. says nice girls don't meet soldiers in the woods."

She's delirious, Eileen thought. "I'm going to fetch the thermometer, Binnie. I'll be back in just a moment."

"I did so so see her, Alf," Binnie said. see her, Alf," Binnie said.

Eileen got the thermometer, dipped it in alcohol, and came back. "Put this under your tongue."

"You can't leave," Binnie said. She looked straight at Eileen. "You're the only one wot's nice to us."

"Binnie, dear, I need to take your temperature," Eileen repeated, and this time Binnie seemed to hear her. She opened her mouth obediently, lay still for the endless minutes before Eileen could remove the thermometer, then turned over and closed her eyes.

Eileen couldn't read her temp in the near-darkness. She tiptoed over to the lamp on the table: forty. If her temperature stayed that high for long, it would kill her.

Even though it was two in the morning, Eileen rang up Dr. Stuart, but he wasn't there. His housekeeper told her he'd just left for Moodys' farm to deliver a baby, and, no, they weren't on the telephone. Which meant she was on her own-and there was absolutely nothing she could do. If her presence had affected events, the net would never have let her come through to Backbury.

But the alterations the net prevented were those which affected the course of history, not whether an evacuee lived through the measles. Binnie couldn't affect what happened at D-Day or who won the war. And even if she could, Eileen couldn't just stand here and let her die. She had to at least try try to get her temperature down. But how? Rubbing her with alcohol had had no effect at all. Putting her in a tub of cold water? In her weakened state, the shock might kill her. She needed a medicine to bring down the fever, but they hadn't any drugs like that in 1940- to get her temperature down. But how? Rubbing her with alcohol had had no effect at all. Putting her in a tub of cold water? In her weakened state, the shock might kill her. She needed a medicine to bring down the fever, but they hadn't any drugs like that in 1940- Yes, they do, she thought. If Lady Caroline didn't take it with her If Lady Caroline didn't take it with her. She tiptoed out of the sickroom and ran along the corridor to Lady Caroline's rooms. Please, please don't let her have taken her aspirin tablets with her Please, please don't let her have taken her aspirin tablets with her.

She hadn't. The box was on her dressing table, and it was nearly full. Eileen grabbed it up, put it in her pocket, and sped back to the sickroom. Her opening of the door wakened Binnie, and she sat up, flinging her hands out wildly. "Eileen!" she sobbed.

"I'm here," Eileen said, grabbing her hands. They were burning up. "I'm here. I only went to fetch your medicine. Shh, it's all right. I'm here." She took two of the tablets out of the box and reached for Binnie's water gla.s.s. "I'm not going anywhere. Here, take this." She supported Binnie's head while she took the tablet. "That's a good girl. Now lie down."

Binnie clutched at her. "You can't go! Who'll take care of us if you leave?"

"I won't leave you," Eileen said, covering Binnie's hot, dry hands with both of hers.

"Swear," Binnie cried.

"I swear," Eileen said.

All the world that is still free marvels at the composure and fort.i.tude with which the citizens of London are facing and surmounting the great ordeal to which they are subjected, the end of which, or the severity of which, cannot yet be foreseen.-WINSTON CHURCHILL, 1940 1940

London-17 September 1940

BY TUESDAY NIGHT, POLLY STILL HADN'T FOUND A JOB. There weren't any openings "at present," or, as the personnel manager at Waring and Gillow said, "during this uncertainty."

"Uncertainty" was putting it mildly. But then the contemps had been noted for understatement. Bombed buildings and people blown to bits were "incidents;" impa.s.sable wreckage-strewn streets "diversions." The daytime air raids, which had interrupted her job search twice today, were christened "Hitler's tea break."