I really felt for her. She was a fifteen year-old, setting off for an escape from her life in Bethnal Green, preceded and encouraged by her best friend and accompanied by her two teenaged friends.
She got so much more than she bargained for, certainly not the freedom she had expected. She married an abusive, fanatical man, had three babies in rapid succession, all of whom lived only briefly.
I’m sure she has come away from those experiences damaged, traumatised and conflicted. She’s had to be shrewd, to learn to survive against all odds, still young, still speaks in the idiom of her east-end roots. But I saw an intelligent girl who shouldn’t be left to rot and grow more bitter in that camp.
My feeling throughout was “poor girl”.