Chapters (60)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Praise
- Dedication
- BOOK ONE
- Prologue 1989
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- BOOK TWO - 1925
- Chapter Ten - 1925
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- BOOK THREE - 1947
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- BOOK FOUR - 1968
- Chapter Forty-one - 1968
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Chapter Forty-six
- Chapter Forty-seven
- Chapter Forty-eight
- Chapter Forty-nine
- Chapter Fifty - 1970
- EPILOGUE
‘I can just see you now, in an early dotage, sitting on the prom in a bleeding bathchair. Listen here, Briony, you’ve got a lot of bother at the moment, I know that. You ain’t been yourself since all that with Ginelle. That threw you. I watched you change. But even if you did leave this place, left London even, you’d soon be back. You’re a woman who needs aggravation, you bloody well thrive on it. Otherwise, why the hell would you have opened up your houses? Look at this week. You’ve had no Tommy to back you up yet you’ve sorted out Eileen, in between running your clubs and your houses, of course.’
Cissy’s voice was full of admiration. ‘Me, I couldn’t organise the proverbial piss up. Don’t sell yourself short, and don’t get maudlin. Get drunk if you want, let off a bit of steam, but don’t let it all get you down now. I don’t like seeing you depressed. Somehow, if you’re not right, then the world around you don’t seem right.’
Briony looked into the face of her old friend. Cissy was only a few years older than she, yet she looked ancient. She was a workhouse child, had known nothing but hard work all her life. Without it she was like a fish out of water. That’s why she couldn’t bear to let a younger girl take on any of her work. She had to be needed, to earn her keep. It was something that had been drummed into her at a very early age.
‘I’m all right, Cissy, but I have a lot to think about these days. There’s been trouble with Kerry. I don’t think she’s exactly going to love me for a while. I had to do something that won’t make me the most popular sister in the smoke.’
‘What happened then?’
Briony shook her head. ‘I can’t say, Cissy love. I think that’s something best left between me and Kerry.’ And me mother, she thought, because Molly was adamant that Kerry was never to darken her doors again.
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-six
Briony had dressed carefully for her meeting with Mariah, the two women were going to look at Berwick Manor and decide if it was a viable business. Briony already knew the answer would be yes, because Mariah was shrewd. All they would do today was put Briony’s stamp of approval on it and make an offer.