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Contents ( 64)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Acknowledgements
  59. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  60. Very Rich Fruit Christmas Cake
  61. The Days of the Week collection
  62. Prologue
  63. Tales from Memory Lane

‘There’s none so blind as those who will not see,’ Miss Fox said tightly. ‘I wonder if you’ll be singing the same tune if the Germans send those Zeppelin airships over here, emptying bombs on us. And there’s talk of their warships coming over here, and all. London will be a prime target, what with all the docks. Perhaps we should think of renting somewhere in the country till all this is over? We could do with somewhere smaller now anyway, now that you’re not earning. I’ve said it before and now I’ll say it again: if we had somewhere smaller, we wouldn’t need so many staff.’

Ruby had been preening in the gilt mirror that hung above the fireplace but now she turned, looking appalled. ‘Move from Brunswick Villa? Live in something smaller? Why ever would we want to do that?’

‘For all the reasons I’ve just stated – and because we have a young girl upstairs who needs protecting and looking out for. Surely you wouldn’t want to put Kitty at risk? In case you’ve forgotten, she’s your daughter – though no one would guess it, the way you treat her.’

Ruby’s face turned ugly as she placed her hands on her ample hips and glared back at the older woman.

‘First of all, we can still perfectly well afford to live here.’

‘How? If you’ve no money coming in?’ Miss Fox spat.

Ruby’s eyes sparked with malice. ‘Never you mind. It’s enough for you to know that we are very comfortable! And as for Kitty, how do you think she would react if we were to try and move her away from Richard? She’s totally besotted with him!’

‘True, I’ll agree with you there, but what bothers me is where all the money we need to stay here is coming from? These so-called modelling shoots he’s got her doing? There’s something fishy about those sessions if you ask me. Why don’t we ever see any pictures of her in the fashion magazines?’

‘Because she appears in magazines abroad,’ Ruby blustered, but she knew that Foxy could tell she was lying. The woman had always been able to read her like a book. And then when her companion continued to stare at her suspiciously Ruby lost her temper and waggled a finger at her. ‘How dare you question my care of my daughter! I think it might be a good idea if you remembered your place if you wish to continue living here. I could always get another maid, you know!’

Miss Fox visibly flinched as if she had been slapped, then drawing herself up to her full height she rasped, ‘You wouldn’t last two minutes without me behind you. Look at you! But at least I know where I stand now.’ With that she sailed from the room with what dignity she could muster.

Upstairs, Maggie and Kitty were discussing the war news too, oblivious to the row that had just taken place downstairs.

‘I nipped to the market yesterday,’ Maggie told Kitty conversationally as she dressed her friend’s hair. ‘And I was shocked to see how few young men there are about now. It’s frightening, isn’t it – to think what might happen to them, I mean. And it’s no wonder that they’ve closed most of the theatres and music halls down now. There aren’t that many young couples about any more.’