Chapters (79)
- COVER
- About the Author
- Also by Jo Thomas
- DEDICATION
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- RECIPES
- Lavender shortbread
- Apricot jam sponge cake
- Lavender lamb
- READ MORE
- Prologue
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
‘Doing well. On the mend,’ Rhi says. ‘Fabien will be here to tell you more. But I think Henri should be home soon.’
I walk back to the hut with Rhi and Lou.
‘What have you got there?’ I ask, indicating their bags.
‘Well …’ Rhi seems to lose her bottle, then recovers herself ‘… I thought that, what with me being a hairdresser, and always carrying my scissors …’ she tails off.
I gaze at her.
‘I thought,’ she says, suddenly shy, ‘that Alain might like a bit of a trim and a tidy-up.’
‘That’s a lovely idea!’ I say. ‘I’ll ask him.’
‘And she has me on nails!’ says Lou, looking terrified and appalled at the same time, clutching her bag of implements.
‘Thank you!’ I say to them both.
I go over and speak to Alain quietly, just in case he’d like to decline the offer, but instead, he is very pleased and I beckon Rhi over, followed by a hesitant Lou. She shakes Alain’s hand and I leave them together. Then I go back to the kitchen to help Stephanie. JB turns up to take over Tomas from Stephanie, and is shortly followed by a smiling Fabien, who joins Rhi and Lou, Rhi cutting Alain’s hair and Lou soaking his hands in a bowl of warm water, then placing them in her lap and rubbing them with a towel.
It’s almost a party atmosphere. I’m so pleased that everyone has been fed, and the tin is heavy with coins and notes. Fabien finds us and gives us a can of beer each.
‘To Henri,’ he says, as we touch glasses.
‘To Henri!’ we echo, as do many others.
‘Well, really! This is too much!’
Cora is standing there, furious. ‘I shall speak to the mayor! This has to be stopped!’
Alain stands up, his hair cut short, his long beard gone, his hands and nails clean. ‘Why, Madame? Because you say so? Because we don’t fit into your vision of France? We belong here as much as you do. And if you want a fight on your hands, you will get one!’
Cora stares at me as if I should be standing up for her, not encouraging the riverside-clearing population. Then she stalks away.
Lou looks as if she might pass out with pride at the transformation of a man whose hands she baulked at cleaning but has now tended carefully, helping him find the man he clearly is.