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
‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.’ The vicar’s voice droned on as he performed the last part of the service and when it was finally over Sunday’s eyes travelled to Tom’s grave, so very close to his son’s. She just hoped that wherever they were they were together again. She turned away and leaning heavily on George’s arm they picked their way amongst the headstones to the lychgate and the waiting car. Just once she turned to see the grave diggers begin the task of throwing the frozen earth into the grave but then she looked ahead again. It was done and hopefully Ben would be at peace now.
Chapter Fifty-One
‘So, you’re a very wealthy woman again,’ John teased a couple of days later when Ben’s solicitor rang from London to tell her that her money was now safely back in her account. The family were trying to get back to some sort of normality and were now looking forward to Christmas.
‘I suppose I am,’ Sunday agreed as she busily unpicked one of Peggy’s old cardigans, which she would then remake into woollen socks for the troops. She paused for a moment and looked out onto the lawn where the children were making a snowman. ‘Not that I need it at my age. Still, it will be nice to think that I can leave Kathy and Livvy an inheritance. When this war is over, they might decide to use some of it to buy themselves a house each.’
John scowled at her. ‘When this war is over, you’ll still be here so they’ll have to wait a while,’ he told her
She grinned. ‘None of us can go on forever,’ she pointed out. ‘And I am getting on, you know.’
They were sitting in the drawing room where Kathy and the children had adorned a Christmas tree with pretty glass baubles and tinsel, and with the fire glowing in the hearth it was warm and cosy.
The phone ringing in the hall interrupted their conversation and as Sunday rose to answer it, John said, ‘Stay where you are, Edith will answer it.’
He was right for at that moment they heard the sound of footsteps and someone lifting the receiver, so Sunday sank back into her seat. However, she had barely had time to lift the cardigan again when the door burst open and Edith erupted into the room in a most unladylike manner, her cheeks glowing and her eyes shining like stars.