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( Short update, just to get things moving. E Block, next stop. )
June 3rd, 1953.
"The coronation was a renewal of the country's pride and stability."
The day of the coronation was wet and dismal, the polar opposite to the country's thoughts, proved by the fixed smiles on everyone's faces. Those that didn't have televisions stood out and watched it in the pouring rain, nonchalant to their damp feet, dresses and caps. A little bit of wet never hurt anybody and this wasn't something you wanted to miss. David grabbed hold of Allie's hand, dragging her through the thick throng of people, yelling over the cheering, words she didn't care about.
So she had married him - not because she wanted him, but because he gave her something else to think about other than Percy. How could the bastard just up and leave her like that? Even if David was dull, sexually poor and tame, he loved her. And she liked him back. They'd cemented their relationship by trying for a child, but Allie had fallen to a miscarriage and ever since given up hope. Sometimes, when David was asleep, hands around her, attached like a minx coat, she'd think about the baby. Would it have been a boy or a girl - would it have looked like her or him. Have his eyes, her eyes - his personality. She'd wanted a girl, a beautiful little girl with red curls and a toothy smile, someone to dress-make with when she was older, someone she could care for and love. A boy would just be trouble, it'd be hard and if she spent too much time with him, he'd end up queer like the kid up the road. Not that there was anything wrong with that, mind you.
David's grip was slipping and she found herself faltering behind, getting moved around the crowd like a dead fish. Splashing in puddles had dirtied her nylons - bloody weather, bloody coronation, bloody Percy Wetmore the no good bastard. Letting fully go of her husband, Allie stood still in the crowd, stiff, knocking back anyone that threatened to charge her out of the way. Through the mingled bodies she could see some kids sitting on the pavement, a girl and a boy - the boy older - and they were arguing. 'Well, I'm thirteen and I'm a man and men don't listen to little girls!' his voice echoed around in her head, and it was only when the kids got up and ran off together, little chubby fingers entwined, that she realised the crowd around her had disappeared and they were now a good few feet away. That was it.
'Allie- Allie, you're going to miss it. Why did you let go of my hand- Al-?' running back through the crowd, David came to a halt, glancing around nervously. He hadn't felt her let go, but he'd come straight back for her when he'd realise. 'Allie?' anxiously he spun on the spot, hoping to see her at the back of the crowd, but nothing. She was gone.