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The kitchen of the Harrison house was suffocatingly quiet. Eileen Harrison sat at the table, her hand frozen over a half-peeled potato, the knife dripping a single bead of water onto the newspaper below. Jim stood by the pantry, his back to the room, while Billy remained glued to the doorframe, his knuckles buried deep in his pockets.
"Rave tickets, Billy?" Eileen’s voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sharp, trembling disappointment that cut worse than any of Jim’s shouting. "You’ve been sneaking around with the university crowd? While your dad's out there on the bricks trying to save the depot?"
"I was trying to help Mikey, Mum," Billy muttered to the floor. "He was in deep with Kevin’s lads."
"You don't play Robin Hood with dirty money, son," Eileen said, finally dropping the knife into the sink with a sharp clatter. "Your father had to use three hundred pounds from our holiday savings to bail you out. Money we’ve scraped together since Christmas. And for what? To keep your name out of the supervisor's log?"
Jim turned around slowly, his face like a mask of worn stone. "It’s done, Eileen. The debt's cleared. But Vaughan’s still watching him. One wrong move at the sorting office tomorrow, and he’s out on his ear. Union or no union."
Before Billy could answer, the front door bell buzzed. He welcomed the escape, lunging down the hallway to pull it open.
Sandra and Chrissie stood on the threshold, the Liverpool drizzle glistening on their coats. Chrissie held the manila envelope from the housing department tight against her chest. When she saw the raw, red look in Billy’s eyes and heard the tense murmurs from the kitchen, she hesitated.
"Billy," Sandra said softly, her Scouse accent dropping to a hushed whisper. "Is your dad in? We... we heard about the bother down at the city centre. We wanted to make sure he was alright."
"He’s fine," Billy lied, his voice tight. "Just family business, Sandra."
Jim appeared behind his son, his massive frame filling the narrow hallway. The anger left his eyes when he saw the two women, replaced by the heavy, pragmatic weariness of a man who spent his life carrying other people's structural problems. "Lasses. You get that paperwork sorted with the housing clerk?"
"We did, Jim," Chrissie said, stepping forward. "Thirty days. But Mike the milkman said you had a massive row down at Great George Street. We don't want our business causing fractures in your house, Jim. If the council's pushing you because you backed us..."
"The council can't push me anywhere I don't want to go, Chrissie," Jim said firmly, though his eyes darted momentarily to Billy. "You two earned that reprieve. Don't let anyone on this crescent tell you different. My lad’s just had a hard lesson in what happens when you try to take shortcuts in this city."
A few streets away, the neon lights of Great George Street were flickering to life as the evening shift began. Inside the Kwik Save warehouse, Greg was slamming another wooden pallet into the stack, his muscles aching under his green overalls. The warehouse doors swung open, and the store manager, a sharp-faced man with a clipboard, stepped out.
"Greg," the manager said, his voice flat. "The security lads down at the Mathew Street club phoned through. Said you were seen letting unauthorized personnel onto the loading bay this afternoon. Two posties."
Greg didn't look up from his pallet. "They were just asking for directions, boss."
"They were trading, Greg. And Kevin’s crowd was mentioned," the manager said, checking a box on his sheet. "We can't have that sort of element lingering around the stock. You’re finished at the end of the week. Hand your overalls in to cashiers."
Greg froze, his large hands gripping the rough wood of the pallet. He’d tried to do the right thing, tried to keep Billy and Mikey from getting their heads cracked, and now he was facing the dole queue before the weekend even started. The old solidarity was fine for the fellas with union badges, but for a lad stacking shelves, the safety net was completely gone.
