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Chapters (59)
  1. Copyright Page
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by
  4. Praise
  5. About the Book
  6. Dedication
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Part Two
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Discover more from Rachael English . . .
  57. Prologue
  58. Part One
  59. Chapter 1

It hadn’t occurred to Tess that Harriet would punish the agency. Marjorie had been good to her, and she didn’t deserve to lose business. Tess knew she wasn’t a model worker. Two of her three previous placings hadn’t been successful either. The first office had been so eye-crossingly dull that she’d fallen asleep; the third so much sport, she’d ended up getting plastered during her lunch break. (That was another revelation about London. Although the Irish had a reputation for boozing, the English were devils for lunchtime drinking.)

Marjorie took a long breath. ‘I’m sorry, Tess, I can’t give you any more work.’

‘Oh, hell.’ Call her naive, but Tess hadn’t seen this coming. ‘Listen, I genuinely am sorry about Harriet. I’ll never speak out of turn again, I swear. And I can do the work. You know that, don’t you?’

‘I do, but that’s not the issue here.’

‘Please, Marjorie, I promise I’ll behave. I’ll keep my opinions to myself. I’ll get a proper night’s sleep. I’ll stick to lemonade. I’ll—’

‘No. You’re making me feel bad, but no. It’s more than my job’s worth. Remind me again, how old are you?’

‘Eighteen.’

‘That’s your problem, isn’t it?’

‘I’m not with you.’

‘You’re too young. You’ve got to get some of that craziness out of your system. Go and do something else, and when you’ve calmed down, come back to me.’

‘Will I come back in a couple of weeks?’

‘A couple of years, more like.’

‘You’re having me on.’

‘I truly am sorry, lovey,’ said Marjorie, ‘but I can’t afford to lose clients.’

Tess felt tears gathering in her eyes. She would have to leave before she made a fool of herself.

‘Fair play to you,’ said Tom, as he passed the joint to Tess. ‘That Harriet woman sounds like she needed putting in her place.’

‘It was fun while it lasted, all right. For once, though, I should probably have kept my thoughts to myself. I can’t afford to be without a job.’

Rain pecked against the sitting-room window, while the sky made ominous grumbling sounds. That was something else they didn’t get much of in Kilmitten: thunder and lightning. The bare bulb cast a dim light over the room. The dark purple sofa, which might have been fashionable twenty years earlier, added to the gloom. Fergal was at work. Tom had a rare evening off.