Chapters (59)
- KITTY NEALE
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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- About the Publisher
‘I – erm – I – I don’t think so,’ Sarah stuttered. As curious as she was, and as much as she would have liked to know more, she was too afraid of her father to delve.
‘You look ever so familiar,’ the woman said.
‘You’ve probably seen me in here before,’ Sarah answered and quickly looked downwards. She didn’t want the woman to notice they shared the same eyes.
‘No, I don’t think so. I’ve not been in here before. Oh, well, see ya.’
The woman left the shop, and eventually Sarah began to calm down. She’d just had a close encounter with someone who could be a relative! It would have been so nice to strike up a conversation and get to know the woman, but she knew if Ron Lyons found out, he’d be enraged and that was something she didn’t want to risk.
Chapter 34
Later that day, Mo sat on the doorstep and drew long puffs on her cigarette, amusing herself by blowing smoke rings into the air. Smoking was a habit she’d only recently taken up as she thought it made her look more glamorous, like her film-star idols. Samuel didn’t like the smell so she usually smoked outside.
She stubbed her cigarette out on the ground and was just rising to her feet when Tommy came flying around the corner.
‘Wotcher, Mo,’ he said as he ran past her and into the house.
Sarah was behind him and, as she walked towards her, Mo said, ‘He’s in a hurry.’
‘He’s a proper live wire. Never walks when he can run. Have you had a nice day with Sam?’
Mo tutted. ‘Don’t get me started. Make us both a drink of something cold, and I’ll tell you all about it.’
‘Er … I’m a bit pushed for time. Roger will be here soon.’
‘Oh, I forgot to tell you, he said he’ll be a bit later tonight ’cos he’s got to do something for his mum before he can get away. Cor, the atmosphere between him and George was a bit frosty, so I’m guessing George knows all about you two now.’ Mo felt a tinge of pleasure at seeing the smile drop from Sarah’s face.
‘You’ve seen them then?’ Sarah asked.
‘Yes, down the market earlier. Roger was showing off his tanned muscles to all the housewives. He’s a bit cheeky, your chap.’
‘What do you mean by that?’