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
‘Likewise,’ Sarah said, trying to hide her surprise at being addressed as ‘ma’am’. As she shook his large hand, she covertly eyed him up and down, and thought how funnily he was dressed. His smart brown trousers were very high-waisted and baggy. Though Samuel was a big man, she reckoned two of him could have fitted in his slacks. He wore a matching long, double-breasted jacket, and a smart shirt and tie. He didn’t dress anything like the men in Battersea.
‘I wanted to thank you for looking after my gal while I’ve been away.’
For a moment, Sarah was mesmerised by his Jamaican accent, but eventually, she answered, ‘I think we’ve been looking after each other. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?’
‘Thank you, that would be nice, but I’ve not seen my Mo for a while, so if you don’t mind I’ll have that cup of tea with you another day.’
Sarah nodded and saw Samuel wink at Mo. She felt her cheeks burn as she watched the couple run hand in hand back up the stairs to their own room.
Mo called, ‘See ya later, Sarah.’
She heard her friend giggle as their door closed behind them, and felt a pang of jealousy. She’d have liked her own boyfriend, someone to snuggle up with and share her worries and joys. Not just any boyfriend, though – he’d have to be special. She’d seen too many bad men in her mother’s bed, and wouldn’t settle for anyone less than perfect.
Roger was perfect, she thought, and wondered again what it would feel like to have him kiss her. She hoped one day to find out.
Chapter 17
Nearly another week had passed and Mo was looking after Tommy at home while Sarah sat on the steps that overlooked the Thames foreshore. She was tired after spending another restless night wondering about her father. Now, she was deep in thought. It would be her mother’s funeral the day after tomorrow, a chance to say a final goodbye and put the past well and truly behind her. She felt she had many demons to lay to rest, and though she’d forgiven her mother, she still found it difficult to forget the beatings and her cruel tongue.