Christmas at Bay Tree Cottage. Linn Halton B.
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Название: Christmas at Bay Tree Cottage
Автор: Linn Halton B.
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9780008261306
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The remedial work to the roof is going to cost as much as the work on the chimney. It’s with a heavy heart that I ring Mum to break the news, although she’s clearly delighted to help out.
‘You know, Elana, everything we have will be yours one day. So don’t talk about loans, dear, it’s only money.’
Her words make me feel even more miserable. I’ve just lost Niall, or that’s how it feels still, and the thought of losing someone else is one I can’t bear to think about.
‘It’s a loan, Mum, and I will pay it back once this book is finished. You and Dad must enjoy your retirement and I’m not going to rob you of that. Hopefully it will be a long and enjoyable one. You’ve both earned this time to do whatever you please. It’s your time, Mum – remember that, because I don’t want you living just through us.’
There are a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.
‘Darling, if you are hurting, then we are hurting. You and Maya are our world; we love you both to bits. We’ve had a wonderful life and we are so proud of you and how well you are coping. But we know you only choose to show us that brave face. We’re always here for you if … if things ever get too much.’
Her voice is strained and I know her eyes are filling with tears, as are my own.
I can’t share this with you, Mum. I just can’t. I shake my head, as if it’s that easy to shake away my thoughts.
‘That’s life and we just have to get on with it. We’re fine, really. And thanks for the loan, I appreciate it. Give Dad a hug from us!’
Almost as soon as I put the phone down, Maya rushes into the room.
‘Was that Grandma Tricia?’
Her little face shows disappointment and, rather guiltily, I realise I should have called her in, even for a brief ‘hello’.
‘We’ll see Grandma very soon, Maya, I promise. It was only a quick call today. Have you finished your homework?’
Her bottom lip wavers a little, telling me that she hasn’t even started it.
‘Can we light the fire, Mum?’
My heart sinks into my stomach.
‘I’m afraid we can’t, Maya. The builder has to sort the problem with the roof before he can move on to fix the chimney. If we light the fire now it wouldn’t be safe. We want to be safe, don’t we?’
She considers that for a few moments and then nods her head in agreement.
‘How about tonight we cuddle up on the sofa and read anyway, we can light some candles instead of having the fire.’
‘But it won’t be the same, Mum. And if the chimney isn’t safe how will Santa manage to come down it?’
‘Well, I hope it will be all fixed by then. So don’t worry about that now. Go and sort your homework, then after tea we can have a reading fest. Promise.’
She saunters out of the room without saying another word. I notice that there’s no Christmas music, either. Guess we are both having a down day, so I’ll finish up and get started on dinner. I don’t know who needs this most tonight, Maya or me. As I put the PC into sleep mode, Niall’s face stares back at me. One day soon I’ll find the strength to take the photo off, but I’m still not quite ready.
Some People Don’t Appreciate How Lucky They Are
It’s milder today and hard to believe it’s December. This time last week it was blowing a gale and the rain was driving across the valley in almost vertical sheets, hitting the ground like bullets. Talk about changeable, but at least this is good weather for roofing.
I hate being the bearer of bad news for a customer, but whoever replaced this roof was either very sloppy or wasn’t an experienced roofing contractor. Not only had a few slates slipped, resulting in a lot of water damage, but the lead flashing around the chimney is a mess. A quick check in the loft confirmed that the visual damage to the bedroom below only hinted at how much water was getting in. It was only a matter of time and a couple more heavy storms, before the lady of the house had a major leak on her hands that would have brought down the ceiling.
My mobile kicks into life and I groan as I spot the caller ID.
‘Yes, Anita. What’s wrong?’
‘Joe has an ear infection and I forgot to pick up some medicine. It’s important.’
‘Of course, I’m on my way.’
I hate not knowing when Joe is ill and the fact that Anita only tells me things when it suits her. It’s hard enough when a family splits up, let alone putting up with an ex who doesn’t feel the need for two-way communication. She’s happy enough to share information when she wants me to fetch and carry, but other than that I rarely get to hear what’s happening. As I slip the phone back into my pocket and straighten, I take a moment to draw a deep breath. My eyes scan the ridge on the opposite side of the valley. A small, light aircraft is taxi-ing along the airstrip on the hill and I watch as it appears to bounce a little. The noise from the engine carries on the breeze, sounding mechanical, as old planes tend to do. Life is such a contrast at times.
I clamber down the ladder, stopping only to knock on Mrs James door to let her know I won’t be around for an hour.
‘Sorry, Mrs James, I need to run an errand, but I’ll get back here as quickly as I can.’
She blinks, as if slightly taken aback by my words and I kick myself, thinking I should have said I needed to pick up some supplies.
‘Oh, that’s … um … fine. And call me Elana, please.’
She’s a good-looking woman, but she wears an almost constant frown. She’s probably only in her mid-thirties at most, but that overly serious disposition is ageing. Take now, for instance. She only opened the door about a foot and is peering out at me from the tiny gap. I mean, who does that? I’m not some stranger, I’m her building contractor and yet, on the other hand, she’s just asked me to call her by her Christian name. Talk about mixed signals – guess I’ll never understand women.
‘Okay. Thanks, Elana. I’ll be back shortly.’
Eve did mention that her neighbour works from home and I was to keep the noise down whenever possible. Rather remarkably, I didn’t laugh, but managed to keep a straight face. How can you not make a noise when you’re working on a roof? I need to hammer and saw at the very least and there’s no way to do that without making a fair bit of noise.
Anyway, I didn’t know her name was Elana. Unusual, but it suits her. She’s rather different, a little posh I’d say. She has this mop of curls, the sort of hair СКАЧАТЬ