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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

He walked up to her and said, ‘My mum used to do the gardening. Said it relaxed her.’

Donna looked over her shoulder at him. ‘What brings you here, Alan?’ she answered.

He watched as she threw a small bundle on to the fire. ‘I’ve come to see how you are and to tell you something.’

Donna threw more rubbish on the fire and laughed gently. ‘What have you come to tell me, Alan? Say it and go away.’

He bit on his cigar then he said, ‘I’ve come, Donna, to see if you need any more help.’

‘No, actually, I don’t. So you had a wasted journey.’

He bit once more on the unlit cigar and burst out: ‘You’re not making this easy for me, you know, Donna. I’m trying to tell you that—’ He looked at Donna’s gloved hands and said incredulously, ‘What the fuck are you burning there?’

He walked towards her and when he saw what was on the fire he nearly choked on the cigar in his mouth.

‘Where the fuck did you get that money from!’

Donna laughed gaily. ‘It was Lewis’s money, from the robbery. I gave half to Carol Jackson, and as you can see, I’m burning my half.’

Alan pulled her round to face him. ‘Are you mad, woman? There’s a fortune there!’

Donna nodded. ‘I’m not mad, Alan. In fact, I have never felt better in my life. And I’m enjoying this, really enjoying it.’ She took a fifty-pound note from a bundle and lit it in the fire.

‘Here, light your cigar.’

Alan looked at the burning money for a second, watching the Queen’s face crumple and burn, and then he bent his head and lit his cigar, puffing on the huge brown Havana between laughing and coughing.

Finally he held the lit cigar in his hand and grinned at her. ‘You’re a wealth of surprises, do you know that?’

Donna looked up into his face and, feeling the pull of him, her need of him, she said, ‘You had to come to me, Alan. You realise that, don’t you? You will always have to come to me. My days of running after anyone are long gone. Georgio knocked all that out of me. Now what you see is what you get, and what we had in Sri Lanka was the best I have ever had in my life. But we had things to do, both of us, before we could be together.

‘Now the only thing I ask is that you always come to me, that’s all I want from you. That you will always do the running.’