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Chapters (100)
  1. Half Title
  2. Also By Natalie Fergie
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. 2011
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. 1908
  11. Chapter 3
  12. 1910
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. 1921
  41. Chapter 31
  42. 1931
  43. Chapter 32
  44. Chapter 33
  45. Chapter 34
  46. Chapter 35
  47. Chapter 36
  48. Chapter 37
  49. Chapter 38
  50. Chapter 39
  51. Chapter 40
  52. Chapter 41
  53. Chapter 42
  54. Chapter 43
  55. Chapter 44
  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Chapter 47
  59. Chapter 48
  60. Chapter 49
  61. 1951
  62. Chapter 50
  63. 2011
  64. Chapter 51
  65. Chapter 52
  66. Chapter 53
  67. Chapter 54
  68. Chapter 55
  69. Chapter 56
  70. Chapter 57
  71. Chapter 58
  72. Chapter 59
  73. Chapter 60
  74. Chapter 61
  75. Chapter 62
  76. Chapter 63
  77. Chapter 64
  78. Chapter 65
  79. Chapter 66
  80. Chapter 67
  81. Chapter 68
  82. Chapter 69
  83. Chapter 70
  84. Chapter 71
  85. Chapter 72
  86. Chapter 73
  87. Chapter 74
  88. Chapter 75
  89. Chapter 76
  90. Chapter 77
  91. 2021
  92. Chapter 78
  93. Chapter 79
  94. Chapter 80
  95. 2022
  96. Chapter 81
  97. Parkin
  98. Acknowledgements
  99. About the Author
  100. About Embla Books

‘Oh, there definitely wasn’t any mistake. He did walk off pretty quickly, it’s true, but then he came back after a couple of minutes. I saw him put his bag down beside the gate and he bent down and took something out.’ She pointed to the chisel. ‘And then he walked back up the path with that thing in his hand and he tucked it in beside the geraniums next to the doorstep.’ Isobel tapped the side of her nose. ‘I went out to investigate when I came downstairs and there it was, with the purple stripe matching the flowers, as though it had fallen there by accident.’

Ann sat down at the table and ran her finger along the painted handle. She sensed a link to a young man she would never meet. ‘You think he’ll be back?’ She was hard pressed to keep the hope from her voice.

‘Sure as eggs is eggs. It’s just a matter of when.’ Isobel picked up the chisel. ‘I’ll put this back where I found it, and perhaps by the time he’s ready to talk the two of you will have learned to stop dancing around one another and kidding yourselves there’s nothing going on.’

Chapter 41

June 1931

‘Do you think,’ said Ann to Isobel in the garden, as they hung the sheets on the washing line, ‘that the house will ever not smell of paint?’ She finished pegging out the last pillowcase. ‘I mean ever-ever? And will we be able to get rid of the dust from all the old wallpaper and plaster?’

‘But don’t you think it’s starting to look better?’ Isobel fitted the split end of the long wooden pole they used to hoist the washing line into position and pushed it upwards.

‘I suppose so. I would really have preferred more pattern in the rooms but wallpaper is so expensive, and Keith says plain walls are the thing now. Art Deco has arrived in Edinburgh, apparently.’

‘He is very meticulous.’

‘And so knowledgeable. I mean, I know it’s his trade, but I’m sure he’s saved me a lot in the cost of the materials. He said the other day that Ursula had made a good choice in selecting the Lincrusta paper for below the dado rails. He says it’s very hardwearing.’ Ann looked up at the sheets and pillowcases moving gently in the breeze. ‘Let’s sit here for a bit, away from the smell of that paint.’

‘You seem to have become a bit of an expert in wallpapers. I wonder how that could have come about?’