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Chapters (59)
  1. KITTY NEALE
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Table of Contents
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  58. By the same author:
  59. About the Publisher

‘Someone’s a bit tetchy this morning,’ Kath said with a laugh. ‘Relax, love. It’s a beautiful autumnal day, and everything is going to be a perfect.’

‘Sorry, ladies, and sorry, Min. I didn’t mean to snap. I don’t know why I’m so bloody nervous, it’s not like I ain’t done this before!’

‘You ain’t having second thoughts, are you?’ Joan asked.

‘Don’t be daft. I’m looking forward to being Mrs Bosco, it’s just all the faffing about with hair, my dress, the flowers and cake … I ain’t used to so much fuss.’

‘Well, get used to it, woman, because today is your day, and we’re going to make sure you have the best day of your life,’ Joan said, then Kath added, ‘And you’re going to look absolutely stunning.’

‘I know, but you don’t think I’m too old for all this dressing-up malarkey, do you?’ Lena asked as she studied her reflection in the mantel mirror. Her hair was in rollers and she was wearing a face pack made of raw eggs and honey that Kath had smothered on her earlier.

‘Lena, you’re going to look beautiful, and no, you ain’t going to look like mutton dressed as lamb if that’s what you’re worried about. It isn’t often a woman gets a second chance at happiness, so just grab it with both hands,’ said Kath as she brushed Sarah’s hair.

‘Yeah, I agree,’ Joan said. ‘We’ve had rotten austere times since the war, what with all the men who didn’t come home, the rationing, the London smog and the slum housing round here. It’s about time something nice happened, and thanks to Albert telling you to arrange a street party, all your friends and neighbours are going to have a day they’ll never forget. You’re lucky to have a man like him, and you should be bloody proud of yourself. If I’m honest, I’m a little bit jealous,’ Joan said.

The room fell silent, then Aunty Min snuffled. ‘Blimey, Joan, that was a speech and a half. Someone get me a hankie, please.’

‘Bugger that tea,’ Lena said, ‘open up whatever bottle you can find in my cabinet.’

The women laughed, and Sarah found herself able to join in. At last she was rebuilding her life, and what Joan had said made her feel more determined than ever.