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
‘Then I suggest you don’t have any idea what my poor girl has had to go through married to this monster! She has suffered one miscarriage after another, plus two stillbirths. Don’t you think most men would have thought that was enough without putting her through it all again? And for what?’ She snorted as she cocked her head towards the ceiling. ‘He might have a son but the chances are he’ll never raise him! He’s a weakling. Why couldn’t it have been the girl instead?’
‘I really don’t think I wish to be involved in this conversation,’ the doctor informed her coldly. ‘So if you will excuse me.’ Nodding at them both, he left the room.
Margaret glared at Barnaby. ‘And what will happen now?’
He shook his head as he passed his hands wearily across his eyes. ‘I don’t know . . . I haven’t had time to think! I suppose all I can do is make the time she has left as comfortable as possible. I’m so sorry, Mother-in-Law—’
‘And so you should be!’ She turned in a swirl of taffeta skirts and stormed from the room, banging the door behind her so hard that it bounced off the wall, leaving Barnaby still reeling from the shock of what he had just learnt. He finally had children but now he was about to lose his wife and guilt flooded through him as he looked at the bleak future that lay ahead.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Two
‘So what do you think o’ your uncle’s idea, lass?’ Alice asked early the next morning as she and Amber sat at the table enjoying an early morning cup of tea together. Jeremiah wasn’t up yet and she was keen they should have time to talk.
Amber had lain awake half the night thinking about it, and now she answered honestly. ‘I think it’s a brilliant idea for you. You’ve always got on well with Mrs Carter and Uncle Jeremiah and Will and Ted could still come and see you when they had time off work, so I’m sure you’d love living there, especially if Uncle and his wife are going to be away a lot – you’d have Fancy and Biddy to keep you company and the shop to keep you busy. But . . .’ – she chewed on her lip for a moment before going on in a rush – ‘but it wouldn’t be for me. I think I’d like to go my own way and there would be too many memories of . . .’
Alice knew she was thinking of her baby and she gave her a sympathetic smile. ‘But how could I go an’ leave you to manage all by yourself wi’ a clear conscience, lass?’ she said worriedly.