Delia and Patsy had changed from their earlier conservative outfits. It had been Patsy's idea to dress down for their lie. It was a very rare occurrence that all four nurses had shared a night off. Patsy was sure that if Trixie knew that she and Delia would be out dancing, she would insist on tagging along and dragging poor Barbara with her. Their night of normalcy and slow dancing to a world without judgement would be ruined. Instead she would be sitting across from Delia at a crowded table in some god forsaken bar, mentally accosting any man who so much as looked in Delia's direction. Plus Patsy knew that Delia would be devastated. Delia had been looking forward to this night for weeks, she had even planned her outfit of a spotty white dress and electric blue cardigan a fortnight in advance. She looked splendid in it too, thought Patsy. Splendid and mine. Still she thought, perhaps using Delia's mother as a diversion was going too far.
"I should have thought of a different lie," said Patsy as she and Delia walked the cobblestoned street. "Could you imagine what your mother would say if she found out? Instead of having a roast dinner..."
"You're having her daughter?" interrupted Delia.
Patsy stopped in her tracks, aghast at the words that came from the small Welsh woman. "Delia Busby!" she exclaimed, "I can't believe you kiss me with that mouth!"
Delia turned and faced her girlfriend, "amongst other things," she laughed and ran ahead.
"I most certainly do not want to know what your mother have to say about that!" Patsy yelled as she caught up to Delia.