Josephine Cox Sunday Times Bestsellers Collection. Josephine Cox

Amy was like a cat on hot bricks.

      ‘Sit down and stop wearing out my floor, if ye please, and turn that blessed wireless off. I’m in no mood to listen to the Goons!’ Bridget groaned. ‘Like I’ve told ye for the umpteenth time, Lucy has a long way to travel. Who knows how long it might take. She’ll be here when she arrives – no sooner, no later.’

      In fact it was a quarter to four when Adam drove through the main streets of Liverpool; on this Sunday as on every other, the heart of the city was quiet, with only the odd window-shopper strolling about.

      ‘All this time and nothing seems to have changed,’ he remarked.

      Adam had hardly got a word out of Lucy all the way up from Bedfordshire, and now as he tried hard to draw her into a conversation, he could only imagine the emotions raging through her. His own heart, too, was churning at seeing his familiar old hometown.

      Loth to betray her feelings, Lucy was deeply moved at seeing all the familiar haunts. Greedy to keep and hold it forever, she took in everything; the church on the corner, the avenue of shops, the street-lamps, and even the kerbs and pavements worn down over the years by the feet of many, including Barney’s and her own.

      ‘You’re wrong, Adam,’ she answered quietly. ‘It has changed. There was a time when I thought Liverpool would always belong to me. When I last walked down these streets, they were comforting and friendly, because Barney was still alive. If I was out shopping, he was always at the back of my mind, and I knew that when I got home he would be there, waiting for me – that warm, wonderful man.’

      Yes, Liverpool was still here, she thought, and yes, it looked the same – the proud old buildings, the old cobbler’s on the corner, and the tearooms where she and Vicky often took a rest from the shopping.

      Even the pub where she had seen Barney and the street-woman on that dreadful day – that was still there. Everything looked the same, but it didn’t feel the same, because now they were all gone – her darling boy Jamie, Barney, Vicky and the others.

      It was gone four by the time they booked into the hotel. ‘Do you want to rest before we do anything else?’ Adam was concerned for her. ‘We could give it an hour or so, before we go to Bridget’s. I could order tea and sandwiches, and you could have half an hour or so in your room resting.’

      ‘Are you tired, Adam?’

      ‘Not really, no. We had an hour’s stop. That was enough to refresh me.’

      ‘Good!’ Lucy was adamant. ‘There’ll be time enough for us to rest later. I really do need to see Bridget, and Amy, and …’ She paused. ‘Leave the porter to take up our bags, Adam. I’d like to go to Bridget’s straight away.’

      The porter was instructed and they climbed back into the car. ‘Do you know where you’re going?’ Lucy asked. ‘If I remember rightly, Duke Street is situated in the posh area along by the marketplace then second right, turning past the cinema.’

      Adam laughed. ‘Unless they’ve moved the streets, I know every twist and turn,’ he assured her. ‘We’ll be there in a few minutes.’

      Adam was as good as his word. In no time at all, they were turning into Duke Street; tree-lined and flanked with expensive houses. ‘I’d forgotten how posh this area was,’ he said.

      As he drove slowly by, Adam carefully read the names and numbers of each house. Every one was different – some with high gates, others with no gates at all, but each one oozing money and affluence. ‘Bridget wasn’t exaggerating when she wrote and told you she was comfortably off,’ he said.

      Lucy smiled at his remark. ‘I always knew Bridget would move up in the world,’ she said proudly. ‘This is all a far cry from the old place.’

      Having been back and forth to the window this past hour and more, Bridget saw the car draw up and Adam get out of the driver’s seat. At first she didn’t recognise him, but then as he opened the rear door for Lucy, he looked towards the house and Bridget was sure. ‘It’s them!’ Raising her voice she called Amy, who had been keeping vigil at the window but had now gone to sit by the fireside. ‘AMY! It’s them!’

      Excited, Bridget hurried to the front door and flung it open, and there after all these years was her dear friend Lucy, still strong, still defiant against all odds. Even though she leaned on her walking-stick, there was a grim determination in her step as she began her way up the path.

      Her hair that once hung thick and loose over her shoulders, was now gathered into a clip, and she appeared slimmer, her shoulders upright and straight. Over the years, Lucy had carried a great burden on those slim shoulders, but she had borne her troubles well, and never once had she leaned on others who would have helped if only she had asked.

      Now, as she paused in her steps to look up, her eyes were warm and clear, shining with goodness.

      ‘Hello, my darling Bridget.’ The voice was Lucy’s. The woman was the girl again, and the girl was the same, with this precious moment frozen in time. They were young again, and the years were as nothing.

      Bridget had vowed not to cry or be emotional, but as she ran to meet her old friend, the tears flowed, and when she called Lucy’s name her voice broke and faltered. ‘Oh, Lucy …’ Unable to speak any more, she snatched Lucy to her, and they held each other in a close embrace; it was the most magical moment. One brief moment, born out of tragedy and joy, and a friendship which from a distance had spanned a lifetime.

      Adam stood by, a lump in his throat and his heart soaring. These two should never have been parted, he thought, but Lucy had done what she felt she must do, and now thank God, she was back.

      With her arm secure round Lucy, Bridget opened her embrace to include him. ‘Oh Adam, you don’t know how wonderful it is to see you both.’

      He went to them and they stood a moment, holding each other as though they would never let go, and the pain in Lucy’s heart was eased. This is right, she thought. This is how it should be.

      When Amy came running down the steps, Lucy took her into her arms. ‘Amy!’ She kissed her face and smiled. ‘You look taller, and smarter.’ Amy had made a special effort to look good for Lucy. She had on a pretty cream-coloured jacket and brown skirt, her hair was especially bobbed and she had on a touch of lipstick.

      ‘You look every inch the businesswoman.’ Lucy had been told how Amy ran Bridget’s business almost single-handed. ‘But to me, you’ll always be shy little Amy.’

      Amy laughed. ‘Not so shy now,’ she said. ‘And not so little, either. I’ve put on a few pounds since you last saw me.’

      ‘Come inside.’ Bridget led them onwards, Amy and Adam talking softly behind, with herself and Lucy in front. ‘We’re like two old soldiers,’ Bridget joked tearfully. ‘Back from the wars, licking our wounds and ready for the next battle.’

      Lucy smiled at that. All my battles are done, she mused. But then she thought of Edward Trent, and her heart fell.

      Inside the house, while Amy went to the kitchen, Bridget took Adam and Lucy on a tour; first stop was her large office overlooking the garden. ‘This is the room where I enjoy a drop o’ the good stuff, put me feet up and think o’ the old days,’ she confided. ‘Back there I had a humble little place with a backyard and men who visited discreetly for pleasure, and now I have a house with beautiful gardens and a posh office, and I’m still in the same business of providing lovely girls for lonely men, only this time it’s more business than pleasure.’ She shrugged philosophically then confided, ‘And would you believe, I’m making ten times the money.’

      ‘I can see that.’ Lucy was taken from room to room, in and out of five large bedrooms, all furnished in the latest style; two enormous bathrooms shaped in marble and glass, and then down the wide staircase into a drawing room with French doors leading out to a magnificent garden.

      ‘You have a beautiful house, Bridget.’ Lucy fell thankfully into the wide armchair; Adam sat close and when