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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. The Brave Daughters
  3. Dedication page
  4. Family Tree
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. PART TWO
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. PART THREE
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. PART FOUR
  23. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  26. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  27. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  30. PART FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  39. EPILOGUE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  42. Letter to Readers
  43. Acknowledgements
  44. The Brave Daughters
  45. By Mary Wood

‘Ma, sommat happened that I had naw control of and, if I tell you, you’ll get upset. You’ve enough on your plate. It’s gone now – it’s in the past, and I won’t let it happen again.’

‘Well, if you had naw control, how is it that you’re sure you will have control if it does happen again? Were it to do with a man?’

Rosie knew from old that to try to keep anything from her ma was a losing battle. ‘I fell in love, Ma.’

‘Is that all? By, luv, that’ll happen a few times afore you’re done. Who is he, and will I like him? He ain’t naw doctor, is he, as some of them are a bit above us, Rosie.’

‘Naw, he were a German pilot and . . . Oh, Ma, he – he died.’

The shock on her ma’s face was gone in an instant as other emotions took their place, and Rosie could see she was fighting an inner battle. Without an unkind bone in her body, her ma would have been in a quandary as to what to say, as it was, but her promise to accept all and be there for Rosie would be very difficult for her in these circumstances.

‘It’s all right, Ma. I knaw as you wouldn’t have liked it and are probably glad that he died, but you can’t say so, for hurting me. I didn’t want to tell you. I . . . Oh, Ma, it hurts. The pain’s so deep, I don’t knaw as I’ll ever get to be me again.’

‘Awe, Rosie lass. Come here and have a hug. That you should fall in love with one of them as are killing our lads, I can’t understand, but the pain of losing the man you love, I can. There’s nowt like it, and it’s a long battle back. I loved your da, so I knaw. But I’ve also come out the other side and found, not only love, but meself again. I knaw as it don’t feel like it, but you will do the same, me little lass. You will.’

The love her ma surrounded her with helped Rosie. Aye, she would have liked her ma to say that she would have accepted Albie, but she’d known that wasn’t going to happen. ‘I love you, Ma, and I miss you and Daisy and Florrie every day. And our Billy an’ all, little sod that he can be at times.’