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Chapters (76)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. Chapter Forty-Three
  48. Chapter Forty-Four
  49. Chapter Forty-Five
  50. Chapter Forty-Six
  51. Chapter Forty-Seven
  52. Chapter Forty-Eight
  53. Chapter Forty-Nine
  54. Chapter Fifty
  55. Chapter Fifty-One
  56. Chapter Fifty-Two
  57. Chapter Fifty-Three
  58. Chapter Fifty-Four
  59. Chapter Fifty-Five
  60. Chapter Fifty-Six
  61. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  62. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  65. About Rosie Goodwin
  66. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  67. A Letter from Rosie Goodwin
  68. Cissie’s Roast Chicken
  69. An extract from Rosie Goodwin’s next novel
  70. Prologue
  71. Chapter One
  72. Love Rosie Goodwin?
  73. The Days of the Week collection
  74. Mothering Sunday
  75. Tales from Memory Lane
  76. Memory Lane Advert

She began to knead the flour and yeast to make some bread on the wooden draining board that was attached to the sink, which she had thoroughly scrubbed. Once it was ready, she wet a cloth to throw over the dough and put the dishes onto the hearth to prove. She’d discovered a pump over the sink that she assumed must lead to a well outside. At first the water it yielded had been brown and rusty looking, but now it was crystal clear, which meant she no longer had to rely on melting snow for their water supply – one blessing at least. She had also found the precious jar of homemade strawberry jam that she had made earlier in the summer, so they were assured of eating – for today at least.

Susie stirred at that moment and raising herself up onto one elbow she croaked, ‘Me throat is sore, Opal.’

It was so unlike the placid child to complain that Opal was instantly concerned. ‘I’ll make you a nice warm cup of tea, that’ll help it,’ she soothed, pushing the kettle into the heart of the fire again. Jack was stirring too, but one glance into his sunken eyes made Opal’s heart sink. His cheeks were rosy red and his clothes were plastered to his thin frame with sweat.

Charlie had also noticed and he chewed on his lip worriedly. ‘He’s burning up. What can we do for him?’

‘Get me a bowl of cool water, I’ll try sponging him down,’ Opal answered, and he shot away to do as he was asked.

For the next few hours they took turns dripping water into the children’s mouths and sponging their feverish brows, but as the afternoon began to darken it was soon clear that their efforts had been in vain. Opal herself was feeling unwell by then and, although she didn’t mention it, Charlie had noticed the tell-tale flush in her cheeks.

‘Why don’t you lie down and have a rest?’ he suggested kindly. ‘I can see to the children.’

He grew even more concerned when Opal agreed. Usually she would have just kept going, so he knew that she must be feeling ill. Curling up on the blankets next to the children, she drew herself into a ball, and seconds later she had slipped into an exhausted sleep.