BooksBarbecue
Back The Cliff House Save as PDF
Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Booklist
  3. Title Page
  4. Praise
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue
  7. CHAPTER ONE
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. CHAPTER THREE
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. CHAPTER SEVEN
  14. CHAPTER EIGHT
  15. CHAPTER NINE
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. CHAPTER TWELVE
  19. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  62. Epilogue
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Publisher

Edie looked up to where Jago was standing on a small rocky outcrop. He faced the sea, the muscles in his arms were clearly defined as he cupped his cigarette to protect it from the wind. She thought he resembled a classical statue and imagined walking up to him and taking his face in her hands and pressing her lips to his.

If Tamsyn hadn’t been there, she was certain that’s what she would have done.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Tamsyn

July 1986

Edie Davenport had no idea how lucky she was. Had she had to bury her father? Did she have to watch her mother work herself to the bone or her grandad cough his bloodied guts up twice a day? Did she have to listen to other people go on and on and on about Florida when she’d never even been as far as the Tamar Bridge? If I were her I’d never complain. I’d be thankful every single day.

As I stared into the darkness, my box room feeling even more claustrophobic than ever, I tried to work out if I’d actually be friends with her if she lived somewhere different. I wasn’t entirely sure I would. But then I remembered the mix tape and reached under my pillow to stroke it with the edge of my thumb. As I did so, I recalled the feel of her hand holding mine on the walk back from Botallack and tasted the phantom sweetness of real Coca-Cola.

I had to be sensible. If I wanted to be included in the Davenports’ life – and I did – I had to stop expecting Edie to be perfect. It wasn’t fair to hold her up to such scrutiny. I’d pushed every friend I’d ever had away because they did or said something wrong, but this time there was so much more to lose. Now I’d been a welcome part of the house, I couldn’t possibly go back to stealing the key from the tin and breaking in when nobody was there.

It took ages for me to fall asleep and when I did it was fitful. The air was hot and still and I was plagued by a terrifying dream I was unable to climb free from…