Best Kept Secret

go of Sebastian’s hand. ‘I don’t want any more food,’ she said.
    Matron was lost for words.
    Harry led Jessica into the hall and helped her on with her coat. As Matron walked out of the front door, Jessica burst into tears.
    ‘Oh no,’ said Emma. ‘And I thought it had all gone so well.’
    ‘It couldn’t have gone better,’ whispered Matron. ‘They only start crying when they don’t want to leave. Take my advice, if you both feel the same way, fill in the
forms as quickly as possible.’
    Jessica turned around and waved before she climbed into Matron’s little Austin 7, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
    ‘Good choice, Seb,’ said Harry, placing an arm around his son’s shoulders as they watched the car disappear down the drive.

    It was to be another five months before Matron left Barrington Hall for the last time and headed back to Dr Barnardo’s on her own, another of her waifs and strays happily
settled. Well, not so happily, because it was not long before Harry and Emma realized that Jessica had problems of her own that were every bit as demanding as Sebastian’s.
    Neither of them had paused to consider that Jessica had never slept in a room on her own, and on her first night at Barrington Hall she left the nursery door wide open and cried herself to
sleep. Harry and Emma became used to a warm little object climbing into bed between them not long after she woke in the mornings. This became less frequent when Sebastian parted with his teddy
bear, Winston, handing the former prime minister over to Jessica.
    Jessica adored Winston, second only to Sebastian, despite her new brother declaring somewhat haughtily, ‘I’m far too grown up to have a teddy bear. After all, I’ll be going to
school in a few weeks’ time.’
    Jessica wanted to go to St Bede’s with him, but Harry explained that boys and girls didn’t go to the same school.
    ‘Why not?’ Jessica demanded.
    ‘Why not indeed,’ said Emma.
    When the first day of term finally dawned, Emma stared at her young man, wondering where the years had gone. He was dressed in a red blazer, red cap and grey flannel shorts. Even his shoes
shone. Well, it was the first day of term. Jessica stood on the doorstep and waved goodbye as the car disappeared down the drive and out of the front gates. She then sat down on the top step and
waited for Sebastian to return.
    Sebastian had requested that his mother didn’t join him and his father on the journey to school. When Harry asked why, he replied, ‘I don’t want the other boys to see Mama
kissing me.’
    Harry would have reasoned with him, if he hadn’t recalled his first day at St Bede’s. He and his mother had taken the tram from Still House Lane, and he’d asked if they could
get off a stop early and walk the last hundred yards so the other boys wouldn’t realize they didn’t own a car. And when they were fifty yards from the school gates, although he allowed
her to kiss him, he quickly said goodbye and left her standing there. As he approached St Bede’s for the first time, he saw his future classmates being dropped off from hansom cabs and motor
cars – one even arrived in a Rolls-Royce driven by a liveried chauffeur.
    Harry had also found his first night away from home difficult, but, unlike Jessica, it was because he’d never slept in a room with other children.
    But the alphabet had been kind to him, because he ended up sleeping in a dormitory with Barrington on one side and Deakins on the other. He wasn’t as lucky when it came to his dormitory
prefect. Alex Fisher slippered him every other night of his first week, for no other reason than Harry was the son of a dock labourer, and therefore not worthy of being educated at the same school
as Fisher, the son of an estate agent. Harry sometimes wondered what had happened to Fisher after he left St Bede’s. He knew that he and Giles had crossed paths during the war when
they’d served in the same regiment at Tobruk, and he assumed Fisher must still live in Bristol, because he’d recently avoided talking to him at a St Bede’s Old Boys’
reunion.
    At least Sebastian would be arriving in a motor car, and as a day bug he wouldn’t suffer the Fisher problem, because he would be returning to Barrington Hall every evening. Even so, Harry
suspected that his son wasn’t going to find St Bede’s any easier than he had, even if it would be for completely different reasons.
    When Harry drew up outside the school