It was when Judith stopped singing to cadge a cigarette from Darren, that Betsy thought she heard something. “Ssh!” Sitting bolt upright in her chair, she called for silence, and when everyone was attentive she said, “Listen – can you hear that?”

Against all his instincts, Darren found himself listening too, “Hey! There is somebody else singing…” He looked suspiciously from one to another. “Come on… what are you lot playing at?”

The rich contralto voice of a woman sailed through the wall, as she sang the song again, to herself. Even muffled, like this, the voice was hauntingly beautiful.

“Who on earth is that?” Robin asked into the hush.

Dave voiced all their thoughts. “It seems to be coming from next door,” he said.

Judith laughed, breaking the spell. “What! You can’t mean that strange old woman up at her window.”

“Never!” Darren was adamant. “I should think the best she could manage would be a croak. She gives me the heebie-jeebies, she does, spying on us from behind her net curtains, and creeping about in the dark.” He gave an exaggerated shiver. “There’s something dead weird about her. The Shadow-Thing…” With an evil grin, he made moving gestures with the tips of his fingers.

Even Abigail had to agree. “She is a bit frightening. I’ve never seen her out in daylight, yet as soon as it’s dark she goes scurrying down the street, hiding in the corners like a little hobbit.”

Darren gave a snort of disgust. “If you ask me, she’s not all there. I reckon somebody should put her out of her misery.”

“You’re a callous bastard,” Robin reprimanded him. “The poor woman’s obviously ill.”

“There you go then,” Daz insisted. “Like I said… Loopy Lou! They should put her in a home, for all our sakes.”

“Ssh!” Betsy was still listening; the woman’s voice was pure and powerful. “It’s her, I’m sure of it. It can’t be anybody else.”

Judith was cynical. “How could such a beautiful voice belong to such a strange-looking creature?”

Suddenly the singing came to an end and the silence was thick.

“I was in the paper shop the other day,” Dave told them all, “and she came in after me for some batteries and a box of matches. When she spoke to Mr. Hassan, the shopkeeper, her voice was so low it was almost inaudible.” He shrugged, bemused. “She seemed very nervous and a bit dithery. When she came rushing by me, she dropped her box of matches. Of course I stooped to pick it up.”

He could see her now. “She seemed such a sorry little thing, all depressed-looking and disheveled. But in that split second when she grabbed the matches from me, she looked up.” His voice sank to a whisper, as though talking to himself. “She had the most amazing eyes… chestnut-brown they were, and yet against the paleness of her skin they seemed dark as night. It was strange. Even after she’d gone I couldn’t get her out of my mind.”

He added thoughtfully, “I swear, I’ve never seen anyone look so frightened.”

“Ooh, Dave!” Grinning spitefully, Darren sat bolt upright. “You’re done for now! She probably thought you were onto her. You’d best be careful, mate. Sounds to me like she’s bewitched you already.”

“Oh, do shut up!” Like everyone else, Abigail had long been curious about the old woman, but she had no time for Darren’s silliness. “I can’t help feeling sorry for her. I mean, what went wrong in her life, do you think?” She looked around at her friends. “What could have happened to make her like she is, so terrified of people, and so paranoid about going out in daylight?”

For a while, they discussed their neighbor, until Robin suddenly remembered he had promised to call his father. “I’d best get down to the phone in the hall and give my dad a quick ring.”

“Make him wait, why don’t you?” Having fallen out with his own family long ago, Darren bitterly resented those who stayed together. “He’s always giving you grief over wanting to be a doctor, instead of going into his poxy veterinary business. He made his choice and it’s time he let you make yours. For Chrissake, Rob! When will you stop running after him, like some frightened little kid!”

In the ensuing silence, all eyes were on Robin. A quiet guy, he was not easily roused into temper. But Darren’s words were harsh, and the tension almost palpable.

Getting up, his face set like stone, Rob crossed to where Darren lay slouched in an armchair. “You’d best explain what you meant by that,” he said, his voice low and trembling.

Shocked to see the dark anger in Rob’s face, and like the coward he was, Darren swiftly withdrew his comment. “I didn’t mean anything,” he replied curtly. “All I’m saying is, families aren’t what they’re cracked up to be. Look at me!” He held out his arms triumphantly. “I had the good sense to dump my family long ago, and now I’m much better off without them.”

“Really?” Robin regarded him with contempt. “Well, thankfully, you and I are very different. I would never turn my back on family. You see, the only family I have now is my father, and whatever the differences between us, I have no intention of ever dumping him. In fact, I love and respect him. Never a day goes by when I don’t thank my lucky stars that he’s around.”

His cold gaze was unswerving, “So tell me, Darren, do you have a problem with that?”

The other boy shook his head. “None whatsoever.”

“So, will we ever have this conversation again?”

“Not as far as I’m concerned, no.” Shaken by this unexpected confrontation, Darren the bully wanted the incident ended. “You and your dad are none of my concern.”

“Glad to hear it. So now – if it’s all right with you – I’ll be about my business.”

Robin was almost out of the door when Betsy grabbed her denim jacket and went after him. “I’ll come with you,” she said. “I could do with a change of scene myself.” Like the others, she had been appalled by Darren’s spiteful remarks.

As always, Robin saw Betsy as a true friend. “I’d like that, yes. Let’s go down to the callbox on the corner. Get a breath of air.”

When the front door was shut behind them Betsy glanced back to see their neighbor’s curtains twitch. “She’s watching us again,” the girl whispered with a smile.

Deep in thought, they walked on.

“Rob?”

“Mmm?”

“How do you really think she came to end up here, all alone and scared to go out?”

“It could have been any number of things,” he mused. “The loss of someone she loved, a disastrous business venture that left her short of money and friends, or it could have been a family fallout. Who can tell? Life has a way of kicking you in the teeth when you least expect it.”

Betsy’s curiosity was heightened. “You sound very bitter.”

“That’s because I am. But then I believe that whatever happens in life, and however devastated we are, we just have to make the best of what we’ve got and get on with it.”

Betsy sensed his sadness. “You never mention your mother,” she ventured nervously.

Robin did not answer. Instead, he cast his gaze to the ground and quickened his step.

“I’m here if you want to talk about it,” Betsy went on.

He shook his head. “Some things are best left unsaid.”

Affectionately squeezing his arm, Betsy apologized. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“I know that,” he replied. “Thanks for caring anyway.”

They continued walking down the street until they reached a low wall by an area of wasteland.

“Let’s sit down for a moment,” Robin said. A few moments later, much to Betsy’s surprise, he began to confide in her.

“I was just a kid of six, when my mother was involved in a car accident.” He paused and took a breath. Even now it was hard to talk about it. “It took them three hours to cut her out of the wreckage.”

He could recall every moment, of every tortuous day and night. “She was in a coma for weeks. In all that time, Dad and I never gave up hope, even though deep down, I think we knew she would never recover. One summer’s morning, she just slipped away…” He cleared his throat. “They said she didn’t suffer, that she wouldn’t have known anything.”