I'm With You - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 2

"Did he write a list?" I ask as we reach the shops and markets. Curly fumbles around in his pockets before pulling a piece of paper out and handing it to me.

"Thank you," I say, reading it. Milk, eggs, bread, jam, soup.

"This way," I say guiding him as he clutches my hand tightly. I pick out some eggs and milk from a stall and pay the stall owner with some of the money Charlie had given Curly.

"What next?" Curly asks, itching to get back to the horses.

"Soup, jam and bread," I say, going to the familiar stall that contains homemade jam and bread. "Can we get raspberry and strawberry jam?" He asks me, a hopeful look on his face.

"Of course," I say, putting a bit of my money into it.

"What flavour soup?" I ask, leading him to the tinned food area. "Chicken?" He says from the top of his head.

I buy a couple tins of soup and place it into the basket Charlie had provided us.

"Can we get some sweets?" Curly pleads, seeing the sweet shop.

"You read my mind," I laugh, allowing him to lead me this time.

***

As I'm heading home for some early lunch, I see Monaghan Boy walking down the middle of the road with Mr Shelby on his back.

He catches my eye and nods at me, causing a few other onlookers to begin talking.

I unlock my front door and step inside, gently shutting it behind me as I kick my heels off and head into my kitchen, making a jam sandwich and getting a glass of water.

I sigh when there's a knock at the door, brining my sandwich with me due to my stomach deciding to talk to me.

"Coming!" I loudly say when the knocking doesn't stop.

I open the door to be greeted by a pair of shoulder causing me to look up into icy blue eyes.

"Morning Mr Shelby," I say, a bit confused and annoyed I brought my sandwich with me.

"Morning Evelyn, I need you to come to Watery Lane," he says, his eyes telling me his thoughts are everywhere.

I nod and quickly slip my heels on and grab my bag containing my nursing kit, just in case.

"Eat on the way," he says, noticing I'm about to put my sandwich down. My cheeks heat up as I follow him, quickly eating my sandwich as I do.

"What am I needed for?" I whisper, surprised he heard me.

"Arthur got a bit banged up," he sighs, leading me into a house as I finish my sandwich.

"Can I have some alcohol and a rag please?" I say, seeing Arthur's bruised and bloodied face.

He nods and goes into the kitchen.

"Sit up for me," I politely order him, giving him a hand.

"Well if it isn't Evelyn Loveridge herself!" Arthur realises, beginning to cheer before coughing and wincing.

"Thank you," I say as Mr Shelby hands me a clean rag and whiskey.

I pour a decent amount of whiskey onto the rag before holding Arthur's face still and cleaning the small and big cuts.