Back The Last Summer
Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. The LastSummer
  3. Dedication page
  4. Glossary
  5. Map
  6. Prologue
  7. BEFORE
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. AFTER
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. Acknowledgements
  41. The Hidden Beach
  42. The Spanish Promise
  43. The Greek Escape
  44. The Rome Affair
  45. Summer at TIFFANY’S
  46. There’s a Karen Swan book for every season . . .
  47. The LastSummer
  48. Also by Karen Swan

Effie peered more closely, raising a hand and tentatively touching the mirrored glass. She tapped a nail against it. Back home, she could sometimes see an essence of herself in the summer waters in the bay, when the wind dropped in the late afternoon, but this time, the impression didn’t scatter at her touch. The girl just blinked back at her. She had big round eyes that were the blue of March, hair the colour of barley. She pressed her fingers to the skin of her cheeks, but the freckles didn’t disappear and she saw – compared to the housekeeper, the strangers on her journey, and the villagers of Lochaline – how very much more brown her skin was than theirs. It was because of the way the wind carried heat, as well as salt, to their island. All her neighbours had the same brazened look too. She bared her teeth – they were pearly bright; the whites of her eyes too – and finished with her hands on her cheeks as she blinked and pulled fearsome expressions, seeing herself in every attitude for the first time.

The housekeeper cleared her throat. Effie realized she had forgotten all about her, and dropped her hands with a blush.

‘Your laundry and linens will be washed once a week, on a Thursday. Make sure they’re in the basket by Wednesday night.’

‘Oh, I can do my own.’ She had never had anyone else wash her clothes before and the idea of it was strange.

‘That would be disruptive,’ Mrs McKenzie said disapprovingly.

‘Oh.’ Effie nodded her acquiescence; the housekeeper made ‘disruptive’ sound very ominous indeed.

‘Breakfast is at seven. Dinner at twelve. Tea at six, not a minute later or you’ll go without. Mrs McLennan is a stickler for keeping good time, as she might well be. The days are busy enough without being kept waiting for others.’

‘Of course.’ She turned to face the housekeeper. ‘When will our cottage be ready, do you know? I must make arrangements for my father to travel.’

He had remained in Lochaline for the short term in order that the bothy which had been chosen for them, somewhere on the estate, could be restored first. Apparently, upon closer inspection, the roof had partially collapsed, the door was rotted and the chimney needed repointing.