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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

‘No-ooo!’ Sunday’s head wagged from side to side in denial and Cissie started to cry, while George and Ben stood so still they might have been turned to stone.

‘B-but he can’t be dead …’ Sunday began to shake Tom’s hand and Cissie leaned down and gently drew her to her feet.

‘Come away, pet,’ she muttered through her tears. ‘There’s no more you can do here. The men will do what needs to be done.’

Sunday suddenly uncharacteristically lashed out, almost sending Cissie flying. ‘So, what do I do then?’ she cried in an anguished voice. ‘Just leave him lying there?’ Then, turning to George and Ben, she ordered in a voice quite unlike hers, ‘Get a door from the stables and carry him inside. I refuse to leave him lying out here!’

The men instantly went to do her bidding, as Sunday turned and staggered back towards the house. At that minute, Livvy appeared on her horse at the end of the drive and she drew her mount to a halt, just as Cissie and her mother were about to go in by the front door.

‘What’s wrong with you two?’ she asked, as she stared at Cissie’s tear-stained face.

‘Let Cissie take your horse round to the stables and come into the drawing room,’ Sunday said. ‘I need to tell you something,’

With a deep frown Livvy dismounted and did as she was told.

‘What’s happened, Mum?’ she asked only a few moments later, as they entered the drawing room. She knew it was something bad. One look at her mother’s lint-white face and shaking hands told her that.

‘I … it’s your father …’ Sunday gulped deep in her throat and forced herself to go on. ‘I … I’m afraid he had a fall from Storm and he’s …’ She found that she couldn’t say the terrible word. But she had said enough and Livvy’s pretty face crumpled.

‘Y-you mean he’s dead?’

When Sunday slowly nodded, Livvy broke into sobs and dropped onto the nearest chair as her mother rushed over and gathered her into her arms. Sunday was in deep shock and, somehow, she couldn’t take it in. Just a few minutes ago all had been right with her world but now she knew it would never be the same again.

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