Back The Jump
Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. BOOK TWO
  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. BOOK THREE
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Epilogue

Donna pulled on her cigarette. ‘You sound very sure about that.’

Dolly stood up. Tossing back the last of her sherry she said bitterly, ‘Well, it’s just as well one of us feels sure, ain’t it? Only it doesn’t sound as if you know what you think. I’ll give you a bit of advice. Don’t think too much, Donna Brunos, it’s not good for you. Once you start thinking too much, you get to brooding, and brooding leads to trouble. Take my word for it.

‘Now, if you’d been married to my old man I could understand it, but not with Georgio. That man worshipped you, and I always thought you worshipped him. I know you did. So don’t you start doubting him now. It would kill him. He ain’t dead, you’re right there, but as I said, stuck in Parkhurst, he might as well be.

‘Everything he ever wanted or ever cared about is in this house, remember that. If he loses you, he’s lost everything. He’s depending on you to see him through this, to have faith and confidence in him. Bear that in mind, young lady.’

Donna watched as Dolly practically bristled from the room. That word always seemed to be in the back of her mind lately. Depending. Georgio was depending on her, they were all depending on her to keep everything going for him. It was like a death knell.

She stared down at the now-cold coffee and bit her lip. Life wasn’t fair. In all her years with Georgio she had loved him, looked after his home, cared for him and depended on him emotionally. Now it seemed he was depending on her - and she was finding it difficult to accept.

After years of just being there for him, at his whim, the novelty of being the strong one, the organiser, was beginning to wear off. He needed her all right, he was depending on her all right, but only because ultimately there was no one else he could really trust.

It was this that was really galling her.

Dolly was already talking about him in the past tense; most people did. It was all about before he went away, never about the present. Talk of ‘when Georgio gets out’ was growing less and less, even from his family.

He was depending on her to spring him from one of the most secure jails in the country. He was asking her to take her life, her very own freedom, into her hands - because if they were caught she would be sent to prison too. Yet she knew that as far as he was concerned, and indeed everyone else, she owed it to him. He was depending on her. After listening to Alan Cox today, the enormity of what Georgio was asking her to do had finally hit her.