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Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. By the same author
  4. Dedication
  5. 1. Mrs Jamie Reid
  6. 2. Interviews
  7. 3. Sybil Harwood
  8. 4. First Impressions
  9. 5. Bombshell
  10. 6. Finsbury Park
  11. 7. Running Wild
  12. 8. A Little Bird …
  13. 9. One Last Ditch
  14. 10. The Smugglers’ Inn
  15. 11. Plans
  16. 12. Feeling Broody
  17. 13. The New Staff Sister
  18. 14. Tension
  19. 15. Ada’s Nest
  20. 16. Spider’s Web
  21. 17. On a Knife-edge
  22. 18. Hope Farm
  23. 19. Edith
  24. 20. Sybil and Rosie
  25. 21. Happy Days
  26. 22. Ward Rounds
  27. 23. Sweet-talking Rosie
  28. 24. Confidences
  29. 25. Home Sweet Home
  30. 26. Jamie
  31. 27. A Shock
  32. 28. The Secret
  33. 29. Ronnie
  34. 30. Runaways
  35. 31. Reparation
  36. 32. Which Train?
  37. 33. Shock Waves
  38. 34. Gladstone Gardens
  39. 35. Jump for Joy
  40. 36. Return Journey
  41. 37. Action Stations
  42. 38. The Truth Hurts
  43. 39. Another Life
  44. 40. Auntie Sybil
  45. 41. Short-staffed
  46. 42. Tobruk
  47. 43. Missing Person
  48. 44. Whitehall
  49. 45. On a Mission
  50. 46. Motherhood
  51. 47. Triumph
  52. 48. One Good Turn Deserves Another
  53. 49. Zophony House
  54. 50. A Deal is Struck
  55. 51. Shocks and Surprises
  56. 52. Golden Autumn Days
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

It had been at Matron’s retirement drinks some years ago that she had first really talked to her colleague, Mr Charles Lamberty, a consultant high up in the nursing home. Of course, they had exchanged a few words in the delivery suite when he was performing a caesarean or had been in charge of a complicated delivery, but it had never been intimate talk. Suddenly and alarmingly she found Mr Lamberty gazing into her dark eyes enquiring about where she had trained, information she was happy to share with him, and where she had been educated, information she was less happy to share. Some weeks after the retirement party another social event followed, and this time there was no doubting that their relationship had suddenly slipped from professional to personal. When Charles had suggested driving her home, Edith had demurred, saying she was sleeping on site, and it was in the nurses’ dorm in a very narrow bed, aged well over thirty, that Edith had lost her virginity.

It was a perfect secretive arrangement; Edith simply couldn’t have asked for more. She was happy with her wealthy, good-looking older consultant who treated his mistress to luxuries she could never have afforded: a gold watch, a string of pearls, the occasional silk underwear and nylons when he could get them, all of which Edith sneaked into her locker to be worn on the rapturous occasions she spent with Charles.

When the news got out and gossip spread, Edith immediately handed in her notice. She didn’t want to be in the nursing home or the area itself when the scandal broke; her primary concern was to avoid at all costs bringing shame upon her beloved, for whom she was prepared to sacrifice her life. Her mother, ever a loose cannon, had to be played carefully; if she heard about Edith’s affair with a married man (fortunately in Harrogate, which Mrs Mann barely frequented), she would without question use it as another means to threaten or blackmail Edith whenever she wanted money from her. If Edith acted swiftly, she could get away from her mother, whom she would continue to pay weekly if only to keep her drink-sodden and quiet.