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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

‘I had thought that this house would be where my wife and I would bring up our family, but according to the doctor we saw this morning, she is quite unwell, and now I am uncertain about almost everything.’ It was somehow easier to tell a complete stranger about his circumstances than it would have been to disclose them to a friend on the golf course.

‘I hope the news isn’t as bad as you fear, sir.’ The man held out his hand, and John grasped it, feeling the man’s callused skin against his own office-smooth fingers.

‘Thank you. Please keep the coat, it may be useful to the lad.’ He judged the plasterer to be a similar build to himself. ‘Or to someone else.’

He looked back at the house, noticing for the first time that someone had chalked a 2 and a 5 in large numbers on the stone lintel above the door. He turned and picked his way back along the uneven road surface of Library Terrace, rubbing his hands together in the brisk air because his leather gloves were in the pockets of the coat that was no longer his, and it would have been churlish to go back and ask for them.

Finlay and Ann would be waiting for him at home. He had no idea how he was going to tell them the news about their mother.

1910

Chapter 4

November 1910

Ursula sat in the silent office. As usual, she was the last person to leave. She liked the edges of the day best; the first moment when the noisy printing presses came to life in the morning, and then the satisfying sight of stacks of leaflets and programmes and catalogues all piled up ready to be shipped out to customers at the close of business. She knew she was going to miss it all.

The company’s keys lay beside her gloves on the desk, next to the bottles of black and red ink. She took a sheet of headed paper from the drawer and threaded it around the typewriter roller, rested her fingers on the keys, looked ahead and began.

Friday, 18th November 1910

Dear All,

I have come to know and respect each one of you since I arrived at Black’s from London three years ago, and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the well-wishes you have expressed today. Your generosity of spirit has warmed me greatly.