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keen on him, and maybe she was still seeing him, perhaps unhappy now because he wouldn’t leave his wife?

      ‘You’ve gone quiet, Amy. Do you think I’m right?’

      ‘No, I don’t. Carol has never hidden anything from me, so I think it must be something else,’ she replied, keeping her suspicions to herself.

      ‘That’s the washing up done,’ her mother said, tipping the water down the sink and then helping Amy to put the dishes away.

      Other than her concern for Carol, in all other ways Amy was happy. Her mother was her old self again, and Tommy had been fine since his last bout of bronchitis. If only Carol was happy too, then everything would be perfect, but if her friend was really going out with a married man, Amy feared it would all end in tears.

      Celia was moaning again, and George was fed up with it. She’d obviously had plans for Thomas and Melissa, but they had come to nothing. Now, after having dinner in the Willards’ home last night, she had another bee in her bonnet.

      ‘I could have screamed when Libby went on and on about that chap that Melissa is seeing now. Did you notice that supercilious smile on her face when she was bragging about him being a trainee accountant with wonderful prospects?’

      ‘No, can’t say I did,’ George replied, wishing that Celia would give the subject a rest.

      ‘Libby didn’t actually say the words, but she was obviously letting me know that she doesn’t think Thomas is good enough for her daughter.’

      ‘I don’t know where you get your daft ideas from – I didn’t get that impression. If you ask me, you’re just peeved because your bit of matchmaking didn’t come off.’

      Celia glowered at him, but then Thomas came downstairs, dressed to go out and she turned her attention to him. ‘I suppose you’re seeing that girl again,’ she snapped.

      ‘If by that girl, you mean Amy, then yes,’ Thomas replied stiffly.

      ‘I don’t know what you see in her. She’s as common as muck.’

      ‘She is not!’ Thomas protested.

      ‘Yes she …’

      ‘Shut up, Celia,’ George growled. ‘Come on, son, let’s get out of here. I need a bit of air so I’ll walk down the Rise with you.’

      ‘Go then, George,’ Celia said, ‘leave me on my own, as usual.’

      ‘You might as well get used to it, Celia,’ he snapped, and as they walked outside, George took a deep breath. He had done it again, shot his mouth off, and this time in front of Thomas. Yet did it really matter? Everything was in place now, and he’d ensured that Thomas was skilled enough in handling glass to take over the business. With Thomas’s other skills, George was sure that the firm could generate enough income to support both him and his mother. In fact his son would probably do far better than he ever had.

      ‘Dad, what did you mean by that?’ Thomas asked as they began to walk down the hill.

      ‘By what, son?’ he asked, playing for time.

      ‘That parting shot about Mum getting used to being alone.’

      ‘Oh, that … well … it’s just that when she gets on her high horse it drives me out, and it’s something your mum’s been doing a lot lately.’

      Thomas didn’t look convinced and, anxious to change the subject, George said, ‘You’ve been seeing a lot of Amy. Are things getting serious?’

      ‘I like her, Dad. I like her a lot and yes, I’m serious about her.’

      Would it lead to marriage? George wondered, baulking at the thought. It was something he hadn’t taken into consideration. He’d been so wrapped up in himself, in his own wants and needs, but if Amy was the girl for Thomas, he would one day want to marry her. His son would then have to support a wife and eventually a family, with the added burden of his mother. How could he do that to him?

      With a feeling of despair, George saw his dreams slipping away. He desperately tried to cling on to them, and clutched on to the thought that his son could be very astute. There had been signs of his mother’s ambition in Thomas and on more than one occasion he’d suggested ways to expand the business. Of course, George thought, he’d always dismissed his son’s ideas, but if he was left to get on with it, Thomas could put them in practice, and surely he’d make them succeed.

      ‘See you later, Dad.’

      George had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t realised they’d reached the Millers’ house. ‘Yeah, see you, son,’ he replied, walking on as Thomas knocked on the door.

      At the bottom of the Rise, George turned the corner. All the final arrangements for tomorrow had been made so he wasn’t seeing her today, yet, still fretting about the ramifications of what he was going to do, George didn’t feel like returning home either.

      George thought about some of Thomas’s suggestions to expand the business and at last, after trudging for half an hour he smiled, his guilt assuaged by the realisation that if he stayed, all he’d do was hold his son back. Thomas would make a huge success of the firm, while he’d start up again somewhere else, keeping it to a one-man band that he could cope with.

      George thought about the new life he’d be starting tomorrow. He hadn’t made the same mistakes and had been honest from the start. She knew his problem and wouldn’t be like Celia, with her constant complaints about his lack of ambition. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. From now on his life would be a simpler one, alongside a woman that he truly loved.

      ‘Winnie’s place has been empty since her daughter cleared her stuff out, but that could be about to change,’ Mabel said to her husband. ‘I still can’t get over how Susan gave all her furniture and stuff to that junk man. There were a few nice bits and the least she could have done was to offer them to Phyllis.’

      ‘Hmmm,’ was the only sound Jack made.

      For all the notice he took, Mabel felt she might just as well talk to herself, but she continued. ‘Phyllis looked after Winnie for all that time, but she didn’t even get a thank you. The funeral was a paltry affair too, with Susan shooting back to Devon more or less as soon as her mother was put in the ground.’

      ‘Hmmm.’

      ‘Jack, are you listening to me?’ Mabel said loudly.

      ‘What … yes … of course I am.’

      ‘What did I just say then?’

      ‘Err … something about Winnie’s place.’

      ‘I saw the agent showing it to a young couple yesterday. If it’s anything like this place, with a leaky roof and damp, I doubt they’ll want it. Nobody else has.’

      ‘You’re probably right,’ Jack agreed and Mabel knew she had lost him again as he stuck his nose back in his book.

      She looked around the living room, thinking that if anyone was shown this place they’d probably turn their noses up too. ‘Jack, don’t you think it’s time we thought about redecorating? We haven’t had new wallpaper and paint for years.’

      With a huge sigh he looked up. ‘What’s the point? You just said yourself that these places are riddled with damp.’

      ‘Some new furniture then; a sofa and armchairs to replace these tatty ones.’

      ‘Why waste money? Anyway, I like my chair. It’s comfortable and fits me like an old glove.’

      Mabel gave up. Jack had never liked spending money, preferring to save it for a rainy day. Sighing, she walked to the window. She had seen George Frost walking past and had wondered where he was going. The pubs were shut, and other than kids playing outside, there weren’t many people to be seen on a Sunday afternoon. Only five minutes later, as though to disprove Mabel’s theory, Amy Miller had walked past,