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
‘That’s everything, I think.’ She glances at Georgia. ‘Oh yes, I almost forgot. If it’s census year you have to fill that in. In England it’s already been done but in Scotland we’ll do it in 2022. And it must be done properly. No Jedi Knights.’
Ben listens intently. ‘I’ve no problem with any of that, but you haven’t mentioned the cost of the rent.’
Georgia takes over. ‘The rent is twenty-five per cent.’
‘Twenty-five per cent of what?’
‘Of whatever you earn. After tax, of course. You are trusted to pay the correct amount.’
He frowns and shakes his head. ‘I don’t understand.’
Georgia continues. ‘This is number 25 Library Terrace. In the very beginning the rent was set up that way because of the house number. It covers the room, or rooms in your case, all the gas and electricity and broadband and the TV licence and insurances and that sort of thing. Food is included and there is an honesty purse and whoever is doing the shopping takes it with them. There is always money in it and you are trusted not to buy gold-leaf-covered birthday cakes or 1934 Cabernet Sauvignon. It’s done that way so we don’t end up with separate shelves in the fridge or five individual jars of identical coffee.’
Tess can see him doing mental arithmetic. ‘It means that if you earn, or are given in benefits, a hundred pounds, twenty-five pounds comes to the house. If you clean for a billionaire who pays you ten thousand pounds a week to clean their diamond-studded bathroom taps, then the house gets two thousand five hundred pounds in that week.’
‘But—’
Georgia cuts him off. ‘It has worked like this for ninety years and I don’t see any reason to change it.’
‘Is there a deposit? Something in case of breakages?’
‘No. It’s never been necessary.’
The girls are making their way up the garden path.
‘We are back,’ says Lucy, stating the obvious.
‘And?’ replies Ben.
‘Twenty-two,’ replies Joanna. ‘Two and fifteen and five.’
‘Or five and fifteen and two, if you are going down,’ adds Lucy. ‘Is there any ice cream?’
‘Well done.’ He turns to Georgia. ‘They always count the stairs when they go somewhere new. It’s a family thing.’
‘There are some in the bottom drawer of the freezer,’ says Tess, sending a mental thank you to Fiona, who had suggested it. ‘Help yourselves.’
Georgia is uncharacteristically quiet.
Stan takes over. ‘And why do you do that, Ben?’
‘It’s a bit complicated.’
‘We have all afternoon,’ he encourages, pouring a second glass of wine.