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ISSUE 16
‘Take off that ridiculous ribbon, Miss! No, don’t
dare to scowl at me like that … come up here!’
Miss Flora Hicks, who taught the nine-year-olds,
stood in front of the class, a piece of chalk in her
right hand, a switch in her left, and glared at Lilac
Larkin – who glared right back, standing defiantly
up in her seat, her eyes sparkling.
‘I won’t tek the ribbon off! It’s my ribbon, Nellie
give it me, it’s to keep my pigtail tidy!’
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Miss Hicks tightened her mouth, then crossed the
room in three or four long strides. She looked
downright dangerous, Lilac thought
apprehensively, with her mean face blotched with
red and her mouth turned down at the corners and
tight as a trap, yet why should she, Lilac, be afraid
of her teacher? She had done nothing wrong, it was
just because she was new to the class that old
Hicksy was picking on her. And she’d tell Nellie,
that she would, and then old Hicksy would be
sorry!
Right now, however, Miss Hicks did not look sorry
for anything – not even for her small victim. She
grabbed Lilac by the brown serge shoulder and
shook her briskly, then snatched the offending pink
ribbon from the end of the child’s long, red-gold
plait, scrumpling up the smooth satin and shoving
it viciously into the pocket of her long black skirt.
(Excerpt from A Liverpool Lass)
N E W S L E T T E R
Hi, everyone!
What a dreadful winter it has been, what with heavy snow, drifts, impassable roads and blocked
driveways. Before the snow started, we went to a Romantic Novelists’ meeting in Southport,
where I, and many other writers, fell prey to the dreaded Norovirus. The staff and guests also
suffered and the hotel was shut for three days – it was on TV – fame at last!
Then we booked to see our Australian family in Sydney but it had to be deferred, so we
decided to take a break in Anglesey, which is where we are now. The weather is marvellous and
my new book is coming on apace. It is set around Church Bay and the Swtan Cottage, one of
the few Welsh longhouses remaining in North Wales. It has been beautifully restored and gave
me the idea for my present book.
So here I am, enjoying a holiday and researching at the same time, you think.
BUT I’ve brought my laptop computer which is driving me MAD! I am not technically
minded and keep hitting the wrong keys, so since yet another
sunny day beckons I’ll let my story simmer until I get home.
Must get Brian a nice cup of tea, but I hope you enjoy reading
Heading Home as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Claudia seized the straw basket that still contained
quite a lot of food, her handbag and her umbrella, and
turned to check that they had left nothing behind. She
descended the gangway demurely, but as soon as her
feet touched dry land she began to hurry, for she had
remembered that the meter on the taxi cab would start
running as soon as it was hired. She scanned the
throng ahead for either Jenny or her grandmother, and
as she tried to change direction, her basket, or maybe it
was her umbrella, got between her legs somehow and
she went flying, landing with sufficient force to knock
all her breath out of her.
For a moment, Claudia lay where she had fallen,
feeling the most awful fool, then she began to try to
gather her possessions, for the apples and sandwiches
had spilled out of her basket and were in danger of
being trampled by the passengers crossing the quayside.
She had just risen to her knees when she felt strong
hands seize her beneath the armpits and lift her to her
feet, and a deep young voice said: ‘Were you saying
your prayers, young lady? If so, you could have said one
for me while you were down there, because the taxi
cab meter will be ticking away and we’re none of us
made of money!’
Claudia stared up at her rescuer, taking in his height,
the dark curly hair falling across his forehead and the
teasing smile on his lips. ‘Danny?’ she said
incredulously. ‘Oh, Danny, is it really you?’
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‘Oh God, I wish …,’ Max said fervently.
‘But it’s no good repining. I shall write to
you as soon as I’m able. Please write
back, and often, because every time a
letter arrives, I shall know you’re still
safe.’
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‘I’ll write,’ Agatha promised. ‘And I’ll
write often, truly I will.’
They headed for the platform, still hand
in hand. ‘It’s my train I think,’ Max
shouted. ‘Agatha, I’ve been meaning to
ask you …’
A guard, blowing his whistle, came along
the platform; doors crashed open and
slammed shut and men in uniform
poured out, shouting and grinning. Max
made for the nearest carriage, hefted his
suitcase aboard, then jumped up after it.
‘Stay there,’ he mouthed. ‘Don’t move
an inch.’
Seconds later he was out again. He
grinned at her, a flash of white teeth in
his tanned face for the station was dimly
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lit, as were the carriages themselves, and
caught Agatha’s hand. They hurried
across the concourse, but as they went under the high arch which led to Lime Street, he
glanced up and then, to Agatha’s complete amazement, stopped short, pulled her into his arms
and before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her. Agatha melted against him, her
lips, at first astonished, beginning to soften beneath his. Then he released her, pointing
upwards to the dimly seen arch above their heads. ‘Did you see the mistletoe?’ he asked, still
holding her in his arms. ‘You must know that a fellow can kiss a girl – any girl – underneath the
mistletoe at Christmas time!’