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265 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1982
Different women facing different life struggles and the only thing they have in common is the street they all occupy...



It had been decided that the child should be brought up to regard its grandmother as its mother, and its mother as its sister. At first this seemed to work well. Lilian went to the cake factory to work. Her mother, with no apparent reluctance, stayed at home to take care of the child. It was a little girl, very pretty—unlike Lilian who had never been attractive, even as a child, and who now became increasingly slovenly. The grandmother doted on the child. The three of them could often be seen walking down Union Street together: an elderly woman with hair crimped into neat, stiff waves like corrugated iron; the child skipping on ahead, her hair worn, as Lilian wore hers, in little bunches at either side of her head; and Lilian herself, bringing up the rear.
This situation dragged on for some years. It was obvious to everybody that there was no longer a place for Lilian in the home—to everybody, that is, except Lilian herself. She hung on, desperately, fawningly, trying to ingratiate herself. Then, suddenly, she was pregnant again. Nobody knew who by. This time her mother’s attitude was entirely different. She refused to even look at the baby. When it became clear that this time she would not accept the child, Lilian gave it up for adoption, almost casually it seemed, and returned home alone. But now her exclusion from the family group became more obvious. The child, without understanding anything of what had happened, knew nevertheless that her ‘big sister’ was in disgrace. Her little voice could be heard, piping censoriously, whenever Lilian did something wrong, which was certainly not seldom. From the moment she returned from the hospital without the second child, Lilian began to deteriorate.
Her last house had had a bathroom and an indoor lavatory, with a little strip of green out the back. She'd had a bay window in the front room, too.Some of the women had moved up to Union Street from Wharfe Street, the worst street in town. Each of the chapters could be read on their own, but this is a novel and the stories are inter-connected with some of the characters seen in the other stories. the Wilsons lived a few doors down from the Browns on the other side of Union Street .... Muriel Scaife was the mother of Sharon, a friend of Kelly Brown. Iris King was a home worker who visited Alice Bell. Everyone knew everyone else's business - it was its own small town in the midst of a city.
You take these things for granted till you haven't got them. The descent to Union Street was bitter.