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
Georgia nods. So many of her lodgers had similar experiences. Unfortunately, she was never able to provide them with a route map back to normality which might have helped them. ‘I know it’s hard.’ She pauses, thoughtful. ‘Let me help you deal with this solicitor of his. I know just the person to speak to.’
Chapter 69
August 2011
Tess looks down at the two years of accounts which have been downloaded and printed out by Georgia, and laid out on the kitchen table. ‘I thought I’d be embarrassed about you seeing all this, but it turns out I’m OK with it.’
‘I didn’t look at what was on the screen.’
‘It wouldn’t have mattered if you had, I don’t have anything to hide.’
Georgia puts a box of giant lime-green paperclips on the table. ‘I bought you these. I thought they might be useful. You do know the library has computers if you need to use one?’ She points to the Ottolenghi book on the dresser. ‘I mean, even their reservations are online. I do miss my old tickets, though. There was always a thrill when I handed them over and got my books stamped by the librarian when I was a child.’ She pulls herself back to the present day.
Tess shrugs. ‘I’ve managed pretty well for the last six months without one.’
‘Yes, but it’s useful. Ordering food for Baxter, for example, instead of me doing it for you. It’s so much easier and quicker online.’
‘I know you’re right.’ Tess studies her fingernails. ‘It’s just become like a big boulder I can’t seem to shift. I suppose I could try using the computers at the library, but if I can manage without having one of my own, I’m fine with that.’
Georgia taps the top of one of the piles of paper. ‘Maybe that’s a plan for another day. All I’m saying is that although you can do your tax return on paper right now, I’m not sure how much longer that’ll be the case. I don’t think any of us will be able to live our lives in a purely analogue fashion in the future, and that time may arrive sooner than we think. I’ve even been thinking of getting rid of the house phone. If mobile calls weren’t so expensive, I would do it in a heartbeat.’
Tess seizes the moment. ‘I need to say something, Georgia. You mentioned that you had trouble with one of your lodgers before, and I just want to tell you again how sorry I am about all this mess. I completely understand if you want me to find somewhere else to live.’
‘Why on earth would you think I want you to do that? We manage alright, the two of us. It just brought back some memories, that’s all.’
Tess waits, as Georgia had waited for her.