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Chapters (47)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Anna Bell
  3. Also by Anna Bell
  4. About the Author
  5. Note to Readers
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Acknowledgements
  45. Extract
  46. Prologue
  47. About the Publisher

I laugh.

‘Listen, there are so many routes into teaching and you volunteering would even count towards work experience for your application too.’

‘I’m just not sure if I could handle going back to university, not at my age.’

‘You can do what I did and work as an unqualified teacher in a school while training part-time on a course. You learn just as much on the job as you do from the lectures and assignments. It’s a great combination. Have a look into it, and any help you need with applications, I’m your girl.’

‘I think I’d be a while away from that stage, but I might think about it.’

‘Do, Edie, because we all know how short life is. Do you know that Lola’s mum was only thirty-three?’

‘Wow, so young,’ I say, and it hits me that she was two years younger than me. My mum was only forty-two and it’s been starting to weigh on my mind that it’s not going to be long until I reach that age.

‘So young, but a wake-up call for the rest of us.’ Claudia locks the store cupboard and I slip on my cardigan, ready to head home. ‘Listen, if you wanted to chat more about the teaching stuff, I’m always around to meet for coffee. My boyfriend and I only moved here at Christmas and the summer can be so long when he’s at work all day. Perhaps if you were free one day for lunch or for coffee or—’

‘I’d love to meet for coffee or lunch. My office manager is always telling me that I need to get away from my desk more.’

‘Great, well, you’ve got my number. Send me a text.’

‘OK, I will do.’ I’m about to say my goodbyes and head out the door when I stop and turn back to her. ‘How do you feel about frisbee?’

‘Frisbee?’ Her forehead wrinkles.

‘Uh-huh. I’m getting some friends together to play a five-a-side game. Some of my work colleagues and friends are coming … It might be a good way for you to meet some people in the area.’

I go on to explain about our midnight frisbee plans and she starts to smile more and more. I can’t help but smile too because of the journey the past emails are taking me on and the friends that I’m making on the way.