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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

The old proverb turned out to be true. Absence really had made their hearts grow fonder and over the following couple of weeks, Effie and her father settled in well to their new home. As the shock of their abrupt move began to abate and the news of Frank Mathieson’s death became muttered fact, she and her father settled into a new rhythm that passed off as remarkably normal. The cottage was bigger than anything her father had ever known before; Felton had done a fine job of the repairs, keeping the warmth in and the cold and rain out. It had no damp, which stopped her father’s bones from aching so much, and sunlight seemed to squirrel its way into the furthest corners. His mood was higher than it had been in years, even motivating him into digging some lazybeds in their garden while Effie worked up at the house. She had arranged the furniture into a homely setting, and every few days she would pick wildflowers – cow parsley, heather, violets – growing at the edges of the wood behind them and place them in an old milk bottle. It had seemed strange to her at first. Much like birds’ eggs, she felt flowers were intrinsically best left untouched and most beautiful when left where they grew, but she couldn’t deny they brought a certain cheer into the little home. Jayne’s quiet, unwitting influence upon her, she supposed.

Jayne, Flora, Mhairi . . . She missed her old friends desperately. Effie had written to Flora and Mhairi, sending them her address and asking for their news by return. Flora had yet to reply – which was no surprise at all – but Mhairi had come back, talking flatly about their new house and the jobs at the factory: Mrs Buchanan was a ‘harridan’; Norman Ferguson had been promoted to deputy foreman at the forestry; Mad Annie now had a bike; her siblings were enjoying the village school playground . . . but like Effie, she made no mention of the things that really mattered between them – secrets that couldn’t be put to paper – and Effie had finished the letter feeling more isolated from her friend than before.