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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Epilogue
  43. Acknowledgments
  44. About the Author
  45. Also by Jenny Colgan
  46. About the Publisher

“Oh, thank God, she is,” said Sofia. There came a caterwauling from the next room. “See, she’s only been away five minutes.”

“I’ll get them,” said Carmen.

Sofia did her best not to betray what an amazing turnaround it was that Carmen was actively volunteering to be with the children. “Could you give them something to watch? Something improving, please. They could do without being traumatized again.”

“I said I was sorry,” said Carmen, heading for the front room to fiddle with their incomprehensible TV remote.

She stopped in the doorway, turned back, and looked at the huge, completely out-of-proportion shape of her sister. Without her or any of the children in there, it was like Sofia just let her face slump completely. She was practically asleep.

“What?” she said in a tired voice, opening her eyes again.

“Oh, nothing,” said Carmen. “I was just going to ask you if you’re sure you want another one.”

Sofia made a shooing motion at her, and Carmen fled the kitchen.

“OKAY,” SAID CARMEN in the den, looking in some confusion at the vast array of television options that confronted her. “What services have you got?”

It looked like all of them, which was odd, because Sofia was so against the children watching more than about nine seconds of TV a day. This must just be what rich people do, thought Carmen. You just take everything whether you’re going to use it or not. She thought of Blair and his new jacket and ridiculously overpriced Wellingtons.

“Ooh,” she said, firing up the Disney channel. “They’ve got Muppet Christmas Carol! You must have seen that!”

“Actually it’s ‘puppets’?” said Pippa.

“Not these ones,” said Carmen. “They’re Magnificent Puppets. So Muppets. Seriously, have you really never heard of the Muppets?”

“We’ve watched all of David Attenborough,” said Pippa.

“Okay. Well, there’s lots of animals in this,” said Carmen. “Mostly chickens, though, I seem to remember.”

Phoebe crept forward with interest to the trailer, which showed lots of frogs and pigs dancing. “Ooh,” she said in delight.

“I’m just putting something with animals on,” hollered Carmen through to the kitchen. Sofia made an acquiescent noise.

After setting up the film, Carmen went back into the kitchen.

“What do you mean, you were jealous of me always getting texts from boys?” she said, glancing at her phone.

“It was nonstop! Beep, beep, beep! For Carmen!”

“But you had a gorgeous handsome boyfriend who adored you! That’s all I ever wanted.”

“I was seventeen!” said Sofia. “I should have been dashing about, having mad affairs with everyone and being scandalous! Duncan was boring as shit!”

“But you went out with him for years!”

“God, and it felt like it.”

“You looked so lovely at prom.”

“I know,” said Sofia. “I hadn’t eaten in three days. I nearly fainted.”