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Contents ( 62)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  58. Rhubarb Crumble
  59. Love Rosie Goodwin?
  60. The Days of the Week collection
  61. Tales from Memory Lane

‘Oh, darling, I’ve missed you so much!’ her mother answered and seconds later, quite forgetting where she was, Holly was in her arms.

‘Ahem! Why don’t you take your guest through to the staff room?’ Miss May suggested and Holly smiled at her apologetically.

‘I’m so sorry, I had no idea she was coming.’

‘It’s quite all right. In fact, why don’t you take her upstairs to your flat? It’s almost time for you to finish work now anyway.’

‘Thank you, Miss May.’ Holly flashed her a grateful smile then still holding fast to her mother’s hand she dragged her out of the shop and up the stairs to her new home.

‘I’m sorry to come unannounced,’ her mother said breathlessly as Holly hauled her into the small lounge, her face alight. ‘But once you sent me your address I couldn’t wait to see you. I needed to know that you’re all right.’

‘Well, as you can see, I am,’ Holly told her as she filled the kettle at the sink. ‘And it’s wonderful to see you. Now tell me everything that’s gone on back at home.’

Emma removed her hat and after placing it on the table she told her daughter excitedly, ‘That’s partly why I’ve come to see you. You see, your grandfather has had a change of heart and he’s said that you can come home.’

Holly looked astounded as she tried to digest what her mother had said. ‘And what brought that about?’ She was surprised that she wasn’t feeling happy about it.

‘Well, a few days after you’d gone Mr Dolby turned up with the most enormous bunch of flowers for me and a bottle of fine brandy for your grandfather. He said it was his way of apologising for what had happened and he’s been to see us a few times since then. He as good as told me that it had actually been your grandfather’s idea that he should court you and he said that as soon as he offered you the ring, he’d realised it was a terrible idea and that you were far too young to tie yourself down to a man of his age with a ready-made family. He was most distressed to hear that you had left home and begged your grandfather to let you return. He’s actually a very nice man. So what do you think? Will you come back with me?’

Holly frowned as she spooned tea leaves into the pot. Part of her welcomed the chance of returning to the comfortable existence she had known at home and yet in that moment she also realised that although she missed her mother dreadfully she was actually very happy having her independence and living with Ivy. But she loved her mother dearly, so how could she tell her that without hurting her feelings?

‘The thing is …’ she began, choosing her words carefully. ‘It isn’t as simple as that. Ivy and I rent the flat from Miss May who owns the shop downstairs, as I told you in my letter. Her husband is very poorly and she’s come to rely on me. And … well, to be honest, we’re happy here now we have somewhere nice to live. Grandfather was always so strict with us, we had very little freedom, but here I get to meet people and me and Ivy can come and go as we please … and I am grown up now,’ she ended softly. ‘I would have flown the nest sooner or later anyway.’