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  1. Cover
  2. THE LIBRARY
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
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  53. EPILOGUE
  54. Questions for your Book Club
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. About the Author
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I liked how she gave out instructions. It didn’t feel like she was telling me what to do, although she was. There was something reassuring about how she commanded things. I was starting to learn there was more to her than I had ever imagined, plus her quad bike was awesome.

12

MAGGIE

For once the week had flown by. Having Tom over on Sunday was like having her batteries recharged. She’d had a purpose. It had been a while since she’d bothered with a roast dinner. It never seemed worth the effort for one. On the rare occasions she did cook a Sunday lunch she struggled to only cook sufficient for her and ended up feeding roast potatoes to the chickens, not that they minded. But when there was someone else who was going to tuck in with you it made all the difference. And tuck in he had. It was a pleasure to see him eat and a challenge to fill him up.

Tom had waxed lyrical about the quad bike. It was something of a necessity for her and she took it for granted. Seeing it through Tom’s eyes had given her morning rounds a new perspective. Living alone had rubbed some of the fun out of her way of life and she needed to find it again. She’d found herself letting out a holler when she went down the steep slope into the bottom field – it was fun.

However, there was a downside. Being with Tom had sent her mind off troubling about her son again. She thought of him often but having Tom in the house made her try to contrast and compare. None of which was healthy. Every thought was another scratch across her already damaged heart.

Maggie had a root around the other end of her wardrobe. She usually chose things from the right-hand side. The same things got a lot of wear and were on a constant loop – wear, wash, dry. She wasn’t one for ironing – there was no point. She liked to fill her time but even she couldn’t be doing with pointless tasks like ironing, drying up and polishing – they were a last resort.