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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

Sarah lived at the top of Town Street, near Whingate Junction, just opposite Charlie Cake Park. Blackie always associated the spot with the memory of his very first day coming to live with his Uncle Pat, and the wonder of that first tram ride.

As they walked along together, Sarah became quite chatty, speaking about Gwen. Looking up at Blackie at one moment, she said, ‘Gwen is a nice girl, and I’m not sure she would be interested in Ian. He’s just not her type.’

Blackie looked down at her, frowning, his black brows knotting together. ‘What are ye suggesting?’

‘She might have gone home when she left the dance hall.’

‘But Alf would have run into her on Town Street, sure and he would.’

‘Not if she’d slipped through St Ives Mount and down to Ridge Road then up to Town Street.’

‘I see what you’re saying. It’s just as easy to go that way.’ He shook his head. ‘But why would she? Town Street is the direct route from Branch Road.’

‘Maybe to avoid Ian, if he’s been chasing after her,’ she pointed out.

‘I see.’ Blackie was quiet after that, his busy mind working. He suddenly said, ‘Could she have been hoping to avoid Alf? He did say they’d had a tiff.’

‘Well, she could have stayed at home, but maybe she just loved to go to the dance hall. We all like that place … and there’s nowhere else to go for a bit of fun. And flirting.’

Blackie chuckled. ‘On the heads of the Blessed Saints, isn’t that the truth. Anyway, if ye be wanting my opinion, I think Gwen met someone outside the dance hall before Alf arrived.’

‘Oh Blackie, I don’t agree. She’d never hook up with Ian.’

‘From what ye have told me, I agree. But she could have met another man, sure and she could. There’re a lot of nice lads here.’

‘Of course she could,’ Sarah agreed. ‘I’m being a bit daft, focusing on one lad. Oh, here we are, this is where I live.’

Blackie pushed open the gate and went with Sarah down the path of the small garden.

‘Silly me, I’ve forgotten my key,’ Sarah muttered as she searched in her handbag. She glanced at Blackie and made a face. ‘I’m going to have to knock on the door. My sister Angela is going to be cross, because the noise will wake my mother.’

Blackie nodded. ‘Just give a light tap with the knocker. I’m sure she’ll hear it.’

Sarah lifted the brass knocker and let it go, lightly so, doing as he suggested.

A moment later her sister said, ‘Is that you, Sarah?’

‘Yes, it is.’