Back Two Sisters
Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. The Letter from Jo
  4. PART ONE
  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. PART TWO
  20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  24. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. Praise
  31. Josephine Cox effect
  32. Memorial page
  33. Keep Reading …
  34. About the Author
  35. Also by Josephine Cox
  36. About the Publisher

‘Not a funny joke,’ said Gina. ‘If you’re not going to help, just go away and let me get on, please.’

‘How about I hold the steps?’

‘How about you get lost?’

‘All right, all right, no need to snap. I’ll go up the steps, you pass me the bunting and show me what to do.’

Gina looked at him for a very long moment. Then: ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘But for goodness’ sake keep the flags away from that cigarette. We don’t want them catching fire.’

By the time the bunting was all in place, James had stopped trying to be clever and Gina had decided he wasn’t too dislikeable after all.

‘Looks lovely,’ she said, standing back to admire the pretty flags fluttering along two sides of the lawn.

‘Does indeed,’ said James, looking straight at her. ‘I’m just wondering, what is there for a girl like you to do in the evenings at Grindle Hall?’

‘You mean after I’ve cleared the tea … er, the dinner things? Well, when your dad’s out, as he sometimes is on business, I play cards with your mum, or we do a jigsaw or the puzzles in a magazine, or listen to the wireless. And I’m teaching your mum to knit. It seems she never learned but she’s coming on nicely.’

‘Sounds fascinating,’ James said flatly.

Though Gina privately agreed that the evenings could be long and boring, she had grown fond of Edith, despite her peevishness, and she knew better than to express even a hint of discontent, especially to anyone in Edith’s own family.

‘I think your mother is pleased to have you home,’ she said, trying to change the subject. ‘How long do you plan to stay?’

‘Oh, I’m not a great one for making plans, Gina. I prefer to see how things work out. That way I can just go whenever I want and not feel I’m letting anyone down. Anyway, we were talking about you. You were telling me all about your entertaining evenings with my mother.’

‘Was I?’

‘You were just about to say that now the girls are here you are, regretfully, completely at a loose end. Then I was going to take pity on you – all alone with no jigsaws to do and the knitting lessons suspended for the duration – and offer to take you for a drive in my car, if you would like.’

‘I was? Were you?’

‘Certainly I was. So what do you think? Are you free for a little spin about the countryside in the beautiful Lancashire twilight, or is there a play on the Home Service you simply have to catch this evening?’