An Orphan’s Wish: The new, most heartwarming of christmas novels you will read in 2018. Molly Green

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      ‘I think it’s done,’ she said, turning off the gas, ‘so we may as well eat early.’

      Janice was very quiet during the meal, not inviting conversation. Lana could hear herself swallow. It unnerved her. How on earth could she even contemplate sharing a cottage with such a woman? And yet … Meg had said she didn’t used to be so morose. Something must have happened, but how could she broach any kind of personal question when she’d only just arrived at the school? Well, there was one question she could ask.

      ‘Janice, will you tell me the truth?’

      Janice looked up, her eyes wide. ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘Are you all right about sharing the cottage with me?’

      ‘Not really, if you must know, but I don’t have any say in it.’

      ‘Well, at least you’ve been honest,’ Lana said. This is going to be even more difficult than I thought. ‘Any particular reason?’

      ‘As you can see, I like to spread my things around. And I don’t like being nagged about it.’

      ‘Sounds like you’ve shared the cottage with someone else and it didn’t work out.’

      ‘It was a disaster,’ came the swift reply. ‘And I don’t want to repeat it.’

      ‘Was it another teacher?’

      ‘Yes. And the teacher happened to be my husband.’

      Lana put her knife and fork neatly together and waited for her to continue.

      ‘Not unusual in normal circumstances,’ Janice said, her lip curling, ‘but unbeknown to me, he was carrying on with someone else – one of the school cleaners. Can you believe it?’ She threw Lana a fierce look.

      Lana’s hand flew to her mouth. ‘Oh, my goodness. When was this?’

      ‘Two Christmases ago. I threw him out. He’d have to have joined up anyway, so it was no real hardship. And I’ve been quite happy on my own, thank you very much. My divorce should be through any day now.’

      ‘I admit that what happened to you was pretty awful,’ Lana said, rising from the table and taking the plates over to the sink to wash. ‘But you’ll meet someone else one day. Until then, you mustn’t allow yourself to be bitter or it will ruin your life.’

       Isn’t that what Mum and Dad and my friends keep telling me? And do I take any notice?

      ‘How dare you talk to me about bitter!’ Janice sounded so raw and angry that Lana immediately returned to her seat at the table. ‘How could I expect you, or anyone, to understand?’ Janice continued through gritted teeth. ‘He was living a lie.’ Her voice rose. ‘It’d been going on nearly a year – right under my nose.’ She paused, and Lana saw the dark eyes flash with fury. ‘So just when I’m enjoying a bit of peace and trying to come to terms with a divorce, you turn up, and I’m told to welcome someone I don’t know – never set eyes on. I’m used to living on my own … having things the way I want.’ She shot up from her chair. ‘And as far as meeting anyone else, you can forget it. I’ve had it up to here with men.’ She drew a finger across her throat. ‘And I don’t intend making that mistake again.’

      Lana washed the dishes on her own, and then excused herself, saying she was tired from the journey. It was a relief to read her book, and then settle in for an early night. It was quite true. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. Bingham school was certainly giving her plenty to think about.

       Chapter Seven

      Lana awoke early. Where was she? Peeling flowered wallpaper surrounded her. And the cheap furniture with bubbling grain wasn’t hers. Light was filtering through from somewhere behind her head and what seemed only a few feet away she could hear loud snoring. And then she remembered. She was in one of the bedrooms in the cottage in the grounds of Bingham school. And the snorer across the landing was Janice.

      She jerked upright and swung her long legs out of bed. Her watch showed half past five. She could easily have another hour but she was going to be first into the bathroom to beat Janice.

      By the time Lana had washed and dressed and discovered some porridge oats, she heard footsteps above, pacing up and down. Perhaps Janice was desperately trying to work out how she was going to accept sharing. Lana struck a match and lit the gas ring, then stirred the thickening mixture with a battered wooden spoon. When it was ready she popped the lid on and called up the stairs.

      ‘Janice. I’ve made some porridge.’

      Silence. After a few seconds a voice answered, ‘Don’t eat the stuff.’ Janice’s dark head appeared. ‘I don’t have anything to eat until dinnertime.’

      ‘Well, at least have a cup of tea.’ Lana bit back her irritation.

      ‘All right. Be down in a minute.’

      Lana had finished her porridge by the time Janice appeared. She did at least sit down and drink her tea.

      ‘I wanted to ask something,’ Lana said.

      ‘Long as it’s not personal,’ Janice answered immediately.

      ‘No, it’s not. It’s about Priscilla. Do you teach her?’

      ‘Yes. History and geography, but it’s hard going,’ Janice said, gulping the rest of her tea.

      ‘In what way?’

      ‘She can’t concentrate.’

      ‘I’m not surprised when she’s lost her parents so suddenly.’

      ‘I think the best way is to ignore the fact,’ Janice said, without a scrap of emotion. Lana’s eyes went wide. ‘Oh, I know that sounds harsh,’ Janice went on hurriedly, ‘but I think the more she’s reminded by people feeling sorry for her, the longer she’ll take to get over it.’

      Lana didn’t agree at all, but she could see it wasn’t worth arguing with the woman.

      ‘I understand she’s now living at Dr Barnardo’s.’

      ‘That’s right,’ Janice said. ‘She used to be very good at most subjects at her grammar school, but now she doesn’t bother to finish her homework – sometimes doesn’t do any at all – and won’t take part when we ask questions. But give it time.’ Janice looked directly at Lana and gave one of her mocking smiles. ‘As you told me yesterday – time is the great healer.’

      Lana flushed. ‘I didn’t actually use those words.’

      ‘Maybe not, but the sentiment’s the same.’

      Lana bit her lip. No, she couldn’t live with Janice, hearing her chipping away with bitterness day after day. Couldn’t she see she wasn’t the only one who’d suffered in this bloody awful war? The woman СКАЧАТЬ