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
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
‘Nothing like you said it would,’ George said with a chortle.
‘Oh, what happened then?’ Sarah asked.
‘We were sat in my van, and I said everything like you suggested, but she suddenly turned into a crazy woman. First, she slapped me around the face, then she accused me of all sorts and called me every name under the sun. I was shocked, to say the least. I thought she was such a sweet little thing, but she turned the air blue with her language. Honestly, Sarah, I’ve never even heard a navvy swear like that. Once she’d said her piece, she got out of the van and slammed the door. Thank Gawd for that, I thought to myself, thinking that was the end of it, but then she started whacking my van with her handbag. I was trying to turn the keys in the ignition, and in all my fumbling, I dropped them. By the time I managed to get started and drive off, she’d knocked off my wing mirror!’
‘Blimey, George, sounds like you had a lucky escape and did the right thing by dumping her. Cor, can you imagine what it would have been like if you’d been married and had upset her in any way? Has she done much other damage to your van?’ Sarah asked, trying to hold in a fit of giggles. She shouldn’t laugh, she thought, it had obviously been quite traumatic for George.
‘Thankfully not a lot, just a couple of dents on the bonnet. She’s as nutty as a blinking fruitcake, but who’d have thought it, eh? Wait ’til I see that Kath, I shall be having words with her about her mental niece!’
Sarah began to chuckle and George asked indignantly, ‘What’s so funny? I’ve just had an encounter with the devil woman, and you find it amusing?’
Sarah’s chuckle turned to a giggle, and tears began to roll down her face. ‘Oh, George,’ she managed to splutter but couldn’t stop laughing. ‘I can just imagine the look on your face when she hit you. I wish I’d been a fly on the wall.’
‘She frightened the bloomin’ life out of me.’
Her giggling must have been infectious, as George started laughing too. ‘That’s the last blinking time I take any advice from you about women,’ he said. ‘I don’t know why we’re laughing, I was scared for my life.’
Sarah laughed harder. ‘George, Julie is tiny compared to you. I can’t believe you were scared of her.’
‘You’re horrible to me, you are. I don’t know why I love you,’ George said.