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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. PART TWO
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. PART THREE
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE
  49. FORTY-FOUR
  50. PART FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. FIFTY-THREE
  60. PART FIVE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. SIXTY-ONE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

Now, on this cool Friday afternoon, he was seated at the table in Uncle Patrick’s parlour, where, for the first time in his life, it appeared that food was plentiful. His uncle was in the tiny kitchen with Aunt Eileen. The two of them were putting food on the three plates. Blackie’s nose twitched at the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen. His mouth watered, and he could hardly wait to eat.

Then there it was, the plate being placed in front of him by his aunt, who said, ‘Tuck in, Blackie. I hope you’ll enjoy it.’

‘Oh, I will, Aunt Eileen, sure and I will. My mouth is watering already.’

Eileen smiled as she sat down next to him, and then accepted her own plate from her husband. Patrick returned with a jug of gravy, which he placed in the middle of the table. Looking at his nephew, he said, ‘There are more potatoes and onions in the oven, if you want a second helping, lad.’

‘Thanks, Uncle Pat, and ye too, Aunt,’ he answered and picked up his knife and fork. With a small and rather shy smile for him, he said, ‘I’ve only ever had sausage once before. What is it made of, Aunt Eileen?’

Startled though she was to hear this, she said quickly, ‘Minced-up pork, that’s pushed into a thin skin. So it’s called pork sausage, but there is beef sausage, too. They make a tasty meal like this with onions, mashed potatoes and gravy. That does give it a really special flavour.’

Blackie nodded and munched on the sausage, savouring it, his face filled with happiness. He went on eating, but slowly, trying to be polite, not putting too much into his mouth at once. Oh yes, he decided, I’ll have this any time my aunt makes it … she’s the best cook in the world.

The three of them were all hungry and, although they ate carefully, not wanting to look greedy to finish and have seconds, they were mostly silent. It just so happened they were lost in their own thoughts, preoccupied.

Patrick was reminding himself to go to the workshop after dinner to pay the men their wages for the week. He also needed to write that note to Mrs Burton, to tell her he couldn’t mend her window sashes. That was most important. He had to avoid the housekeeper.