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