A Night Of Royal Consequences. Susan Stephens

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СКАЧАТЬ of this,’ she said as she snatched the banknote out of Callie’s hand.

      ‘Think of it as an early Christmas present from your father,’ Rosie soothed when she saw Callie’s distress. ‘Ma will do something sensible with it.’

      ‘It would be the first gift he’d ever given her,’ Ma Brown grumbled. ‘And as for doing something sensible with it?’ She winked. ‘I’ve got other ideas.’

      ‘Sounds good to me,’ Callie said with a weak smile, hoping the subject would go away now.

      Knowing her friend was upset beneath her humour, Rosie quickly changed the subject and it wasn’t spoken of again. The next Callie heard of their surprise find was at supper with the Browns. When the girls had finished clearing up, Ma Brown folded her arms and beamed, a sure sign of an announcement.

      ‘Now then, our Callie, before you say anything, we know you don’t gamble and we know why you don’t gamble, but just this once you’re going to take something from me, and say thank you and nothing else.’

      Callie tensed when she saw the five-pound scratch card Ma Brown was holding out.

      ‘You’ll need something to scratch the card,’ Pa observed matter-of-factly as he dug in his pocket for some loose change.

      ‘Close your eyes and imagine where all that money’s going to take you,’ Rosie urged, glancing at the other Browns to will them to persuade Callie that this could be a good thing if she got lucky.

      ‘All what money?’ Callie had to smile when the Browns fell silent. Silence was such a rare occurrence in this household, she couldn’t let them down.

      ‘It’s time for a change of luck,’ Rosie pressed. ‘What have you got to lose?’

      The Browns had been nothing but kind. The money she’d get from the scratch card would likely take her as far as the hearth to toss it in the fire when it proved a dud. ‘Close my eyes and imagine myself somewhere I’ve always dreamed of...’

      ‘Open your eyes and scratch the bloody card,’ Ma Brown insisted.

      As everyone burst out laughing Callie sat down at the table and started scratching the surface of the card.

      ‘Well?’ Ma Brown prompted. ‘Don’t tease us. Tell us what you’ve got.’

      ‘Five. Thousand. Pounds.’

      No one said a word. Seconds ticked by. ‘What did you say?’ Rosie prompted.

      ‘I’ve won five thousand pounds.’

      The Browns exploded with excitement, and the next few hours were spent in a fury of mad ideas. Opening a pie and peas shop next to the pub, a sandwich bar to serve the local business park. ‘I want to give my money to you,’ Callie insisted.

      ‘Not a chance.’ Ma Brown crossed her capable arms across her capacious chest, and that was the end of it.

      Callie made up her mind to put some of it aside for them, anyway.

      ‘You could buy all the rescue dogs in the world,’ one young Brown called Tom said optimistically.

      ‘Or a second-hand car,’ another boy exclaimed.

      ‘Why don’t you spend it all on clothes?’ one of the girls proposed. ‘You’ll never get another chance to fill your wardrobe.’

      What wardrobe? Callie thought. Her worldly possessions were contained in a zip-up bag, but she smiled and went along with this idea and they all had some fun with it for a while.

      ‘It isn’t a fortune and our Callie should do something that makes her happy,’ Pa Brown said. ‘It should be something she’s always dreamed of, that she will remember for ever. She’s had little enough fun in her life up to now, and this is her chance.’

      The room went quiet. No one had heard Pa Brown give such a long speech before. Ma Brown always spoke for him, if the dogs and his brood weren’t drowning him out.

      ‘Well, our Callie,’ Ma Brown prompted. ‘Have you got any thoughts on the subject?’

      ‘Yes, I do,’ Callie said, surprising herself as she thought of it.

      ‘Not Blackpool,’ Rosie said, rolling her eyes. ‘We can go there any weekend we like.’

      ‘Well?’ the Browns chorused, craning forward.

      Reaching for the television guide, Callie opened it out flat on the table. There was a double-page spread, a travel feature, showing vibrant green lemon groves hung heavily with yellow fruit. A young family of husband, wife and two children capered across the grass, staring out towards unimaginable adventures. The headline read: Visit Italy.

      ‘Why not?’ Callie said as all the Browns fell silent. ‘I can dream, can’t I?’

      ‘You can more than dream now,’ Ma Brown pointed out with her usual common sense.

      But by this time, Callie was already putting her dream on the back burner in favour of a far more realistic plan. Perhaps a weekend in a small coastal resort nearby. She could look for a job while she was there.

      ‘Think big. Think Italy,’ Rosie insisted.

      ‘That would be a proper memory, all right,’ Pa Brown agreed.

      Callie stared out of the window at a grey, dismal scene. Like the rented house where she’d grown up, the Browns’ opened out onto the street, but the people passing by outside had their shoulders hunched against the cold. The photo in the magazine promised something very different. Rather than traffic fumes and bed socks, there’d be sunshine and fruit trees. She glanced at the page again. It was like a window opening onto another world. The colours were extraordinary. The people in the shot might be models, but they surely couldn’t fake that happiness, or the sense of freedom on their faces.

      ‘Italy,’ Ma Brown commented, her lips pressing down as she thought about it. ‘You’ll need some new clothes for that. Don’t look so worried, our Callie. You won’t need to spend much. You can do very well on the high street.’

      Rosie clearly had other ideas and frowned at her mother. ‘This is Callie’s chance to have something special,’ she whispered.

      ‘And she should,’ Pa Brown agreed, picking up on this. ‘Goodness knows, she’s gone without long enough.’

      ‘A mix, then,’ Ma Brown conceded. ‘High Street with designer flourishes.’ And with that healing remark the family was content.

      ‘Amalfi,’ Callie breathed as copying the idea in the magazine took shape in her mind. The thought of a short trip to Italy made her head reel with excitement. A change of scene was what she needed before she started the next phase of her life, and the win had made it possible.

      ‘All that wonderful sunshine and delicious food, not to mention the music,’ Rosie commented with her hand on her heart as she thought about it.

      All that romance and the Italian men, Callie’s inner devil whispered seductively. She blanked out the voice. She had always been cautious when it came to romance. СКАЧАТЬ