Chapters (54)
- Cover
- WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Part Two
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Part Three
- 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
- Part Four
- 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
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
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- About the Publisher
Chrissie extracts a crumpled tissue from her jeans pocket and blows her nose into it. ‘I’m okay,’ she murmurs.
‘Penny?’ I look at her, wanting to hug her but aware that her mouth is still set in a terse line. ‘If you don’t want it to happen, then it won’t happen,’ I say firmly. ‘I’ll call the museum, the joiners, Spencer, the models – everyone who’s involved. Without your blessing, it can’t possibly go ahead.’
I see her swallow hard and look down at the floor, and hear a whining sound from the hallway. Bobby has been there the whole time. He must have sensed the tension in here and decided, wisely, to stay away. Izzy is out there now, murmuring comfortingly to him.
‘Okay,’ is all Penny says.
I sigh. ‘Would you like to come up to Spencer’s room and see the clothes? The Girl Friday collection, I mean? It really is amazing, what we’ve managed to gather together.’ She shakes her head. ‘Please come and see. You might change your mind, if you just have a look. Your old designs are there, all the key pieces that everyone loved …’ I stop, because I feel that I, too, could cry.
Penny’s face seems to soften, and she looks at me as if considering it for a moment. Then she turns and says, ‘I need to get Bobby home. He’ll be ravenous and I think I forgot to defrost his beef.’ And then they’re gone.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Friday, November 22
I consider calling in sick at work. However, guilt gnaws at me so I end up phoning Rose and telling her the whole story, the entire sorry mess, and when I’ve finished there’s silence.
‘Rose?’ I prompt her. ‘I’m sorry – I know I’ve been consumed by this these past few weeks, and maybe my mind hasn’t seemed completely on my job. I know I’ve been distracted. I’ve tried to keep everything going but—’
‘I had no idea you were doing this,’ she says, sounding genuinely shocked. ‘No idea at all.’
Christ, I don’t think this is going down well, and no wonder. Secret side projects imply not being fully committed to work, and if there’s one thing Rose insists on, it’s one hundred per cent commitment. ‘No, well, of course you wouldn’t,’ I murmur.