The Postcard: Escape to Cornwall with the perfect summer holiday read. Fern Britton

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      She opened Jack’s first email.

      TO: Penny Leighton

      FROM: Jack Bradbury

      SUBJECT: URGENT: MR TIBBS

      P,

      Mavis has flatly refused to write any more scripts.

      What are you going to do about it?

      Bloody call me.

      J.

      Penny thought it could have been worse. It could have been the sack.

      She hovered between opening the next two.

      She opened the one from Mavis.

      TO: Penny Leighton

      FROM: Mavis Crewe

      SUBJECT: Jack Bradbury

      Dearest Penny,

      I really cannot deal with Mr Bradbury any longer. What an arrogant bully. Even if I were able to write more Mr Tibbs tales, I would never again let them go to Channel 7.

      I can see now why your last email was trying to butter me up. Oh yes, I can tell. I wasn’t born yesterday. The odious Mr Bradbury has been leaning on you, hasn’t he? No wonder you made the wild suggestion that another writer could take over. No no no, my dear. That is never going to happen. Mr Tibbs is my creation and I will never give permission for another writer to take on the franchise while I have the copyright.

      I understand this may be inconvenient for you and Penny Leighton Productions, but all good things come to an end, don’t they?

      I have adored working with you and am still waiting to hear that you can come and join me on this marvellous cruise. How about hopping over for LA?

      With affectionate regards,

      Mavis

      Penny felt dizzy. Black spots were clouding her vision. She was breathing in little rapid pants. She heard her father’s voice: Keep going, Penny. She wished she had a drink but couldn’t face Simon’s disappointment if he caught her creeping to the fridge.

      She concentrated on getting herself calmer then she opened the email from Marion.

      TO: Penny Leighton

      FROM: Marion Watson

      SUBJECT: SUZIE

      Darling Pen,

      Long time no see and all that. I have received an email from Suzie, which she has asked me to forward to you. She contacted me at my House of Commons address (very easy to find) wondering if I had your contact details. Apparently she has mislaid them. I sent them to her but she wants me to be an intermediary, God knows why, given that she and I only met at sports days and the like, hence my involvement. Being a nosy old cow, I did read it and may I say how very sorry I am to hear of your ma’s death. She was always the most glam of all the mothers at speech day.

      Anyway, next time you’re in London drop in. I’d love to show you off in the Stranger’s Dining Room.

      Regards,

      Marion

      Penny scrolled down.

      Dear Penny,

      Since you lost contact with Mummy and me, I have had to resort to going through Marion as she is a trusted friend of yours.

      I’m sorry to break the news in this impersonal way. I would have rather phoned you or come to your home, but since I have no idea where you are, this is the best I can do.

      Mummy died. She was very, very brave and was terribly ill at the end. I nursed her myself and friends and neighbours were very kind, bringing in meals. They have all said how marvellous Mummy was and how she wouldn’t have lasted as long as she did if it weren’t for me. I was with her till her last breath. It was so peaceful and such a privilege for me. She died listening to that lovely Schubert that she and Daddy adored. I made sure we played it at her funeral as she left the church for the crematorium.

      I thought long and hard whether to contact you before the funeral but, honestly, after we last spoke I think Mummy wouldn’t have wanted you there.

      As you can imagine, I am exhausted with it all and, even after all that happened, feel the need to make contact with you again. We are sisters and have been through so much together. Your life has been a lot luckier than mine. You have forged a career and now have a family of your own. I couldn’t have selfishly left Mummy to do what you have done. I forgive you for all the upset of the past and would like to come and visit you. Perhaps in the New Year? I am taking a little sunshine break over Christmas. Doctor’s orders. Too many memories of Mummy … You are my only family and my dearest wish is for us to reach the hands of goodwill towards each other in my bereavement.

      Yours truly,

      Suzie

      Penny’s breathing became ragged again. She clutched at her bed sheets as if the bed was tossing on an open sea and she was to be cast into its chilled depths. Her eyes scanned the horrible words again.

      Lost contact. Mummy died. Last breath. Schubert. Funeral. Wouldn’t have wanted you there. I forgive you. Penny had never felt so alone. Not since she had walked away from their last meeting. How could they have held such secrets from her? And Suzie, her sister. Always on target when inflicting emotional pain. Suzie, the sister who had kept the secret that Margot, their mother had shared with her but not with Penny. But the secret had popped out over that terrible lunch a few years ago. No apology. No comfort. A secret that had blind-sided Penny. A secret she still hadn’t processed. A secret she’d swept under the carpet where it could stay.

      Would her father have told her the truth?

      *

      The memories that Penny had kept so tightly locked inside her were flashing back thick and fast, so real it was as if she’d stepped back into the shoes of her younger self. Little Penny standing in the kitchen holding her hands over her ears as her mother scolded, ‘You are responsible … If he dies now … it will be your fault.’ Penny still felt the pain of her mother’s words after almost forty years.

      She hadn’t been allowed to visit her father in hospital.

      ‘He’s very ill. He certainly doesn’t want the stress and noise of a silly little girl like you,’ her mother had said.

      Penny had watched as her mother had put Suzie’s little coat on and carried her out to the car.

      ‘Is Suzie allowed to see Daddy?’ she’d asked.

      ‘Of course. Daddy wants to see Suzie. She’s a good girl.’

      Penny would sit on the monks seat of the small hallway, watching out of the window and waiting until they returned.

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