The Hopes and Dreams of Lucy Baker: The most heart-warming book you’ll read this year. Jenni Keer

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      Lucy often talked to Brenda about her nieces and showed her the Facebook pictures of their latest exploits. They’d both been in hysterics recently over a short video her sister had posted of Rosie trying to hula-hoop. Every single time, the hoop slid gently to the ground whilst an exuberant four-year-old thrust her hips backwards and forwards like a demented Mick Jagger. How she hadn’t snapped the hoop in half at the end out of utter frustration was a mystery.

      Lucy moved on to talk about the upcoming birthday party, Brenda studying her face intently the whole time.

      ‘I don’t know why it worries you so much,’ Brenda said, tipping her head to the side. ‘You needn’t pretend with me – I see that troubled expression. It’s obvious you aren’t looking forward to it one bit.’

      Lucy sighed, realising she was more readable than a large-print library book. ‘Whenever we visit family, my mother can’t stop gushing about Emily and how proud she is of her career and lifestyle, and I sit there, wanting to put up my hand like a schoolchild and shout, “what about me?” But, of course, I don’t.’

      ‘Sometimes, you need to be a bit more forceful, young lady. Put a spin doctor head on those young shoulders of yours and shout about your strengths. Tell people how much you enjoy your job and want to get on in life. How kind you are, and that you have so many friends in the neighbourhood. Talk about your beautiful knitting—’

      ‘My knitting?’ Lucy was confused.

      ‘Absolutely. Can Emily knit?’

      Lucy smiled. ‘She wouldn’t even know which end of the needle to poke in the wool.’

      ‘Well there you go. You underestimate yourself and your abilities. Look at the beautiful things you create from a couple of balls of wool and your effortless dexterity – they are real masterpieces.’

      ‘It’s just knitting.’ Her woolly Poldark was hardly Turner Prize-worthy.

      ‘It’s not just knitting. It’s a definite skill. Oh, how I wish you could see what others see. You are such a beautiful, intelligent and kind girl, who deserves recognition, success and love…’ Brenda’s voice trailed off and her bright button eyes pinged wide as she slapped her hand on her thigh. ‘I remember what I wanted to talk about now,’ she said. ‘I wanted to do something about you and that young man.’ Lucy’s stomach tightened. ‘And I have something that will help…’

      With some difficulty, and refusing Lucy’s help, Brenda stood up and shuffled back to the house. Lucy assumed she was having another distant moment (what young man?), but she returned clutching something to her chest.

      ‘Close your eyes and put out your hand,’ she instructed.

      Lucy reluctantly did as she was told and felt cold metal slide into her palm.

      ‘Sometimes we all need a little help along the way. I want you to have this because I’ve become incredibly fond of you, and I know you’ll use it wisely. Besides, once he gets to know you, I’ve a feeling the pair of you will get on like a house on fire,’ and she giggled to herself. ‘You can open your eyes now.’

      Lucy looked into her open hand. Nestled in her palm, with a chain coiled around it, was a silver locket. It was oval and had the circumference of a small egg. There were engraved flowers and swirls on the front face and it had a beautiful filigree edge.

      ‘I can’t possibly take this, Brenda, but thank you.’

      ‘If it opens for you, I insist you take it. It’s a very special locket and doesn’t open for everyone.’

      Did Brenda mean there was some trick to opening it? Or merely that it needed a good squirt of WD-40? Lucy studied it closer. On the side facing the hinges was a tiny button, so she pressed it and the locket popped open. Inside, instead of the usual space for photographs or a lock of your beloved’s hair, were two silver panels. Each side was engraved with words in an ornate script. Lucy tipped the locket towards the sun, trying to make out the inscription, but Brenda knew the words by heart:

       ‘Deserved of love, this locket finds you

       Use these spells to forever bind you.’

      ‘I don’t understand,’ Lucy said, looking over to her friend.

      ‘It means that the locket finds its way to a deserving person and using the spells will help you be with your true love.’

      Brenda was off again, with her mumbo jumbo.

      Humouring her friend, she turned the locket over, but there were no further inscriptions. ‘What spells?’ Lucy asked.

      ‘You’ll see. The locket isn’t ready to tell you yet, but it will. When the time is right.’

      ‘I’m really grateful that you’ve entrusted this beautiful locket to me but—’

      ‘Do you think I’m some doddery old lady who is losing her marbles, Lucy?’ Brenda gave her a challenging stare.

      Lucy swallowed. ‘No.’

      ‘Then take it. And do what it says. And I’m telling you, that great big scary man from next door is the one you should be aiming for.’

      ‘George?’ Lucy coughed out the word. ‘He’s not really my type,’ she said. The locket really would have to be magic to break down his defences, but she knew deep down it was merely a pretty trinket, something Brenda was trying to persuade her was more special than it was.

      ‘Nonsense. With a body like that, even the Queen would have trouble keeping her majesterial hands to herself. I know I struggled when I met him on the pavement yesterday. Can you imagine being enfolded in those arms? His magnificent biceps either side of your body as he pinned you to the bed? Heaven…’ Her crinkled eyes scrunched up tight with the thought, and a grin spread across her face.

      Despite not wanting a mental image of George pinning her to the bed, it did momentarily flash up and a little shiver pulsed through Lucy. She was clearly reading far too much Mills and Boon than was healthy.

      ‘Well, I’m absolutely certain I’m not his type.’ She crossed her arms.

      ‘Double nonsense. A pretty thing like yourself. The man would need glasses not to notice you.’

      ‘Funnily enough, he does need glasses, especially since that stray cat has been paying him uninvited visits. But, honestly, I didn’t warm to him at all.’

      ‘That’s often how the best romances start. Haven’t you noticed?’

      ‘Only in films.’ Lucy smiled and let her arms fall back to her sides. Of course she wanted there to be a special someone in her life – her previous special someones had turned out to be mediocre at best. And perhaps that was what was missing? A person in her life to make her feel loved and to cheerlead team Lucy as she strove her to reach her potential – not in a motherly or neighbourly way, but in a sexy, you’re all woman and the yin to my yang kind of way.

      ‘I strongly suspect there’s a great big softie under there,’ Brenda said. ‘I’m sensing a reason for his odd behaviour. He’s had a great deal of unhappiness in his life.’ She scrutinised her young friend for СКАЧАТЬ