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
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- Prologue
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
Henri walks back into the kitchen, as if revisiting somewhere he used to know well and taking in how nothing but everything has changed. He nods his approval and pulls out a bottle of red wine from the rack.
‘Um, are you supposed to be drinking?’ I ask.
‘This is France, dear girl. It’s practically recommended.’
I’m sure that’s not true, but I don’t argue. Nor do I attempt to step in as he struggles to release the cork. Eventually he succeeds, to his own relief.
He brings three glasses and puts them on the table, as if trying to fit into an old suit he used to wear. Not that I’d ever seen Henri in anything other than chef’s whites, because he was always working. He pours three glasses, then sits and raises his.
‘To good health, good friends,’ he looks at me, ‘and new beginnings.’ He gazes at Rhi, who blushes.
‘Now, ma chérie,’ he says, ‘tell me everything that has been happening. And I mean everything.’
Henri is back and everything will return to how it was. I feel a huge sense of relief as so much responsibility lifts from my shoulders.
FIFTY-FIVE
‘So, you see,’ I say to Henri, after I’ve told him nearly everything. I don’t tell him the details of the night Fabien and I spent together. But I do tell him how I fell in love with him, and have hurt him more than I could ever have imagined. I was trying so hard not to get hurt myself that I have hurt the one person I really loved. I sigh, and so does Henri.
‘She’s a proud young woman is Stephanie,’ says Henri, nodding.
‘But I didn’t think she’d do that. I just wanted her to reassure me, tell me it wasn’t her, and we could find out what really happened. I should have told her I knew it wasn’t her. But she didn’t give me the chance. She assumed I’d suspect her. But I know she wouldn’t have done it to me. I just need to find a way of making her understand that.’
He pats my knee reassuringly. ‘Parenting young adults is like trying to navigate a stormy sea. We don’t always get it right.’
Is that what I’ve been? Like a parent to her? Henri smiles, and suddenly that’s exactly how I feel. Like a parent who messed up.
‘It will be okay, Del. Just give it time.’
I sniff, take the paper napkin Henri hands me and blow my nose. Then I straighten myself, feeling like a boxer who has been knocked sideways and is still reeling. I’m wishing I could fight just one more round, but I’m not sure I’ve got the strength or the skills.
‘Del, you have done such a wonderful job here,’ says Henri.