Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- 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
- Acknowledgements
- About the Authors
- Also by Rosie Goodwin
- Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
- Letter from Author
- Meat and Potato Pie
- The Precious Stones series
- The Days of the Week Collection
- Mothering Sunday
- Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
- Memory Lane Club
The service started and as the names of the dead were solemnly read out by the vicar it finally hit Alice that she would never see her lovely sons and husband again and at last the tears came in a wave that threatened to choke her.
‘We’ll make sure as you an’ Amber are all right, Mam,’ the boys assured her, feeling helpless but she shook her head. They were young with their whole lives in front of them. One day they would marry and have children of their own and she didn’t want them to have to be responsible for her and Amber as well.
‘We’ll be absolutely fine,’ she assured them as they led her from the church. ‘Amber will get another job an’ I ain’t quite past doin’ a job o’ work meself yet, so you just worry about yerselves.’
The young men exchanged worried glances. They knew how stubborn their mother could be, but now wasn’t the time to upset her any more than she already was so they wisely held their tongues as they guided her home.
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
As the carriage rocked along the bumpy roads, Harry sat as close to Amber as he could, his head lowered, until eventually, he said quietly, ‘I can’t believe we won’t see you again after today.’
‘O’ course you’ll see me,’ she told him. ‘Like I told you, you’ll be coming home from school for your holidays and we’ll probably see each other then.’
‘But it won’t be the same,’ he said mournfully.
The boys had been a handful at times, but once Amber had stood up to them and showed them that she wasn’t going to allow them to get the better of her, they had shown her a grudging admiration. It was hard to believe they were on their way home. The time seemed to have flown by and already Amber was wondering what she was going to do next. Barnaby Greenwood had assured her that there would always be a job for her at Greenacres, but she knew that she couldn’t go back there after what had happened. She also knew that she would never want to live and work in London. It had been nowhere near as romantic as she had thought it would be and she was looking forward to breathing the clean, fresh sea air again, and seeing her mother. She had missed her and hoped that she would be able to find a job that ensured she could still live at home.
She wondered if her father, Amos and Reuben would be at home when she got back. She knew they’d been due back for Christmas but it could be that they had sailed on another trip by now.