‘Yes, we’d work well together. You’ve always liked arranging the props and you’d get to deal with the customers, and that is what Atkinson’s is all about.’ James smiled at his daughter and made his way back to his chair.

‘That’s just it: you always think about what’s good for Atkinson’s. You never ask me what I’d like, or what I think!’ Jane hung her head and started sobbing again.

‘Jane, you are always first in our thoughts, along with Luke. We always do what is best for you both. Atkinson’s is yours as much as it is mine. I thought you loved the place; you’ve been a part of it since you could barely walk, and Grandmama used to take you around the shop with so much pride, knowing that some day you would step into her shoes and mine.’ Isabelle bent down and took her daughter’s hands. ‘You miss your grandmama, don’t you? We all do. And I threw myself into my work, wanting to prove myself, and forgot that you need attention, too. I’m sorry, my love. These have been terrible times for us all. I still miss my mama; she was such a strong woman to follow, and I know I’ll never have the respect she had.’ Isabelle held Jane tightly to her.

Jane sobbed even louder.

James looked at mother and daughter. ‘We will listen more to you, Jane. We forget that you are nearly a grown woman, and you should have more say in your life. But perhaps not to the extent of hurling stones at businesses down Skipton High Street. No matter how good the cause! Now dry your eyes and stop sobbing. Your mother and I have decided to make amends and, as she says, I would dearly like to have you as my assistant, if you wish. At least then you won’t have to put up with the gossip and the looks that the shop floor and warehouse staff will be giving you.’ James patted his daughter; he hated to see her upset. ‘Have a day or two off and let the dust settle, so to speak, then start back at work with me. We can be two outcasts together, if you are worried about the gossip. I’m sure your mother will agree.’