Chapters (76)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Rosie Goodwin
- About Rosie Goodwin
- Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
- A Letter from Rosie Goodwin
- Cissie’s Roast Chicken
- An extract from Rosie Goodwin’s next novel
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Love Rosie Goodwin?
- The Days of the Week collection
- Mothering Sunday
- Tales from Memory Lane
- Memory Lane Advert
As his thoughts turned back to Sunday, he scowled. She’d started to take a bit of interest in things all of a sudden and had offered to take over the accounts again. Well, she could think on. That was his job now and he had no intention of letting her interfere. It was bad enough that his father had left the house and the business to her instead of him. He’d been so certain that when Tom died he would inherit the lot, and it still rankled that he hadn’t. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t feel that Sunday had ever loved him as much as she loved Kathy and Livvy – but one day he’d make her wish that she had, if it was the last thing he did. By God he would.
With his lips set in a grim line Ben stabbed another forkful of hay and got on with what he was doing.
Chapter Three
‘Crikey you’re an early bird,’ Kathy exclaimed as Sunday showed David into the kitchen where she was enjoying a cup of tea early on Saturday morning. ‘I didn’t expect you till later. I haven’t been up long.’
‘Kathy, really, you’ll make your visitor feel unwelcome,’ Sunday scolded as she ushered the young man towards the chair next to Kathy’s at the table. Then she fetched another cup and poured a cup of tea out for him.
‘There’s a bacon sarnie here for you, an’ all, if you fancy one?’ Cissie offered from where she was standing over the stove.
‘Oh, not half,’ David answered with a cheeky grin. ‘I can’t remember the last time I had one. I get porridge in my lodging house if I’m lucky. Thank you very much.’
Sunday felt herself warming to him as she spooned sugar into his tea from the large pressed sugar bowl on the table. He was such a nice young man and quite handsome too. She’d be very happy to see a romance develop between him and Kathy. Her thoughts flitted back to what Cissie had insinuated about Kathy being besotted with Ben, but she dismissed the idea immediately. Ben was well over twice her age and as far as she knew had never shown any interest in the girl, or any other since Maggie had died, for that matter. Turning her attention back to David she said cheerily, ‘So Kathy tells me you’re from Yorkshire, David. How do you find it living in the Midlands?’