Chapters (59)
- Cover
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- Dedication
- PREFACE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- ENDING
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by Val Wood
‘Call me Henry,’ the young man said. ‘Do you like it?’
‘It’s perfect,’ she said again. ‘I feel as if I’ve come home.’
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Tannerson turned the horse and trap along the Beverley road back in the direction of Hull, and Ellen told him that she and her brother had driven along it when they had visited Harry. ‘I’ll walk next time if ’weather’s clement,’ she said. ‘I think I know how to cut across from ’hospital to Wincomlee, though mebbe’ – her voice softened at the prospect – ‘once Harry’s feeling better he might soon be allowed home.’ Then her mood suddenly changed. ‘Mr Tannerson,’ she exclaimed, ‘I don’t know who’s paying for Harry’s stay in hospital.’
He kept his eyes straight in front. ‘Your husband, and indeed Jim Smith, were admitted as emergencies after an accident, so there won’t be a payment due.’ He glanced at her. ‘But I should warn you that it is highly unlikely that he will be allowed home just yet. If you were assuming that your husband would be in a fit state to make the decision about moving house, Mrs Randell, I fear you were mistaken. This is something you must decide.’
‘What about ’rent? Mr Thorpe didn’t say how much it would be.’
‘He didn’t, did he? So assuming it’s the same as you are paying at present, how will you pay it?’
She did a quick calculation based on the money she had been given in advance by Mr Tannerson himself. ‘If it’s ’same as ’rent we’re paying now, I can pay it for another month. After that I’ll have to earn some, but it’s ’children,’ she said, almost talking to herself as she thought it through. ‘I can’t leave them alone. If my sister gets work’ – she didn’t say with you – ‘she’ll pay her share and we’ll manage till Harry comes home; then they’ll stay with him whilst I go to work until he’s fit again. I’ve planned it out already.’ She lifted a guileless gaze to him. ‘It’s putting it into practice that’s the problem.’
It was the older porter who greeted them at the door. He seemed to know Mr Tannerson, as he greeted him by name before he ushered them upstairs to wait outside the ward door. Tannerson told the nurse he was visiting Jim Smith and went in first, and then Ellen was called.
One side of Harry’s face was still covered by a thin dressing but both hands were outside the sheets, although loosely dressed with bandages. He seemed relieved to see her and she leaned over and kissed his forehead. Her eyes filled with tears. ‘You look so much better.’ Relief cracked her voice.