Chapters (52)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- BOOK ONE
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- BOOK TWO
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- BOOK THREE
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
‘Everyone keeps telling me I should take over where Georgio left off. But I don’t think I’m cut out for all that . . .’
Carol waved a hand at her. ‘No one knows what they’re capable of until they try. Your trouble is you never had to do a day’s collar in your life. Well, now you can have a go. Might find you surprise yourself. I mean, do you honestly want to spend the next twelve months looking at this house, as nice as it is? You’ll soon go stir crazy. I’ll expect you at the car lot tomorrow morning at nine. Then, once you’ve had a look-see, I’d advise you to get on to a few of the building sites, show your face like. Georgio will be much happier finding out the state of play from the horse’s mouth. Think about that. You could run everything through him. If I know Georgio, he’ll want someone he can trust in the driving seat.’
Donna looked into the face opposite hers. It was a harsh face, yet at this moment Donna was also seeing it as a kind face.
‘I’ll see you in the morning then.’
With those few words, Donna immediately felt better. The decision had been made. She would look into the businesses. Georgio would be proud of her. At the end of the day, that was the important thing.
She would do anything for Georgio, and as everyone kept saying, he would feel much better if he had someone he could trust in the driving seat.
A decision, once made, makes everything seem much easier. For the first time in days Donna felt a stirring of life inside her. She would work for Georgio until his appeal was over. Then, when he got home, she could go back to being just plain Donna Brunos, wife.
Her biggest regret was that she couldn’t add the accolade of mother.
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Georgio stood under the cold water of the shower, and rubbed his body vigorously with a sliver of dark green soap. He gritted his teeth together in an effort to force away the goose pimples covering the whole of his skin. The white tiles were cracked and broken, the small crevices between them black from years of dirt and neglect. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and imagined that he was in his ensuite bathroom at home. He would leap out of bed for a hot shower, then downstairs to Dolly for coffee and croissants. If he told the blokes in here what he ate for breakfast they would assume he was a shirtlifter, a homosexual.