A Year of Taking Chances. Jennifer Bohnet

drift into a relationship, but I thought we really loved each other. We were even thinking about getting engaged, which was when he decided, if we were to have a proper future, he needed to move down south and earn some real money.’

      ‘I understand how hurt you must have been and I’m sorry about that, but I have to ask, why didn’t you get straight back on the train and go home?’ Tina said. ‘And why didn’t he tell you it was over and not to come down, when you told him your plans? That would have been the right thing to do.’

      ‘I didn’t tell him. I wanted to surprise him. Instead it was me who got the biggest surprise.’ Maisie shook her head. ‘As for going straight back home. I felt such an idiot. I’d been telling everyone about this marvellous new life I was going to have in London with John. I just couldn’t face going home and having to tell people the truth. That he’d dumped me. I thought if I stayed and got a job it would be easier to admit in a month or two that John and I had broken up, but that I was fine and had made a life for myself down here.’

      ‘But you’re not fine, are you?’ Tina said gently. ‘And you haven’t found a job.’

      Maisie rubbed her eyes. ‘No.’

      ‘How old are you?’

      ‘Twenty – almost.’

      ‘Do you have any money?’

      A shake of the head confirmed Tina’s worse fears.

      ‘Not much. About three pounds.’

      ‘When was the last time you ate a proper meal?’

      ‘I had something last night from the soup kitchen.’

      ‘Right. Stop eating those biscuits now. I’m going to make you some proper food. And then we’re going to talk,’ Tina said. ‘Bowl of pasta and Bolognese sauce OK?’

      ‘Thank you,’ Maisie said. ‘Can I help?’

      ‘No, it’s OK. Stay where you are. It won’t take long. You can talk to me while I do it. So, how d’you know Beth?’

      For her own peace of mind and before things went any further, Tina needed to know there was a genuine link between them. Not just someone Beth had met who was down on their luck.

      ‘She’s a friend of my sister. I bumped into her outside… outside King’s Cross station.’

      Tina noted the hesitation and looked up from the pasta she was pouring into the saucepan. ‘Were you begging?’

      She barely heard the whispered ‘Yes’.

      ‘Did Beth realise what you were doing?’

      ‘No. I saw her coming so I pretended to be just leaving the station.’

      Tina sighed as she heated the Bolognese sauce. The mention of the soup kitchen and begging at King’s Cross filled her with dismay. No way could she let Maisie go back out to that life with all the dangers it posed for her. She was so vulnerable. She was lucky she was still in one piece after a couple of weeks in London without a home.

      When the pasta meal was ready she put it on the breakfast bar, but Maisie was asleep on the settee, looking so young and defenceless Tina could have cried.

      ‘Meal’s ready,’ she said, gently touching her arm. ‘Fancy a small glass of wine with it?’

      Maisie gave a start as she opened her eyes. ‘Sorry. I haven’t had much sleep recently. A glass of wine sounds good.’

      As Maisie ate her meal, Tina sipped her wine and watched her carefully for several moments before saying gently, ‘You weren’t telling Beth the truth, were you, about couch-surfing? So, where exactly have you been sleeping?’

      ‘Some nights, when I’d made enough money begging, I managed to get a bed in a hostel,’ Maisie shrugged. ‘Otherwise, anywhere I felt safe. There weren’t many places where that happened.’ She looked at Tina as she scraped the last of the sauce of the plate. ‘That was delicious, thank you.’

      ‘Right. We need to talk,’ Tina said, reaching a decision. ‘The facts are: one – you’ve got nowhere to live, two – no money to pay rent, and three – no job.’

      ‘That just about sums it up,’ Maisie said quietly.

      Tina looked at her, knowing she had to help this… this girl-child.

      ‘So, if I were to give you the train fare to go home – would you take it and do that? Or…’ Tina took a deep breath. ‘If I said you could have my spare room rent-free for a month, sort yourself out, find a job, and start to create a new life for yourself down here, would you want to do that?’

      Tina held her hand up as Maisie went to speak. ‘You don’t need to make a rushed decision. Think about all the implications properly.’

      She picked up Maisie’s empty plate and glass before smiling at her. ‘You can spend the night here. Go and take a shower and then you can go to bed and get a good night’s sleep. Tell me your decision in the morning and we’ll sort things out one way or the other.’

      While Maisie was in the shower Tina washed up, deep in thought. Would the girl take her up on her offer to stay? Or would she take the train fare and go back to Scotland? Or even rob her and then disappear? Was she being stupid offering Maisie a place to stay for a month?

      Closing the cutlery drawer Tina decided that, whatever happened, she had to offer Maisie help. It was all too easy for youngsters to get sucked into the lowlife she knew existed out there in the city. Especially when they were all alone. They were easy prey to the unscrupulous. Maisie was simply a young girl down on her luck who needed a helping hand. And she, Tina, was determined to be that helping hand.

Chapter Eight

      ‘I enjoyed last night,’ Jodie said as she poured coffees for her and Ben at breakfast the Sunday morning after supper at Annette’s. She’d decided not to challenge him directly about his rudeness to Thierry but she had no intention of letting him think she’d forgotten about it.

      ‘It was lovely to see Nicola again. Did I tell you she’s invited me down for coffee any time? And your mum’s friend Thierry seems nice.’

      Ben, concentrating on pulling his croissant apart and heaping a spoonful of marmalade on it, grunted.

      ‘I don’t understand why Mama encourages him.’

      ‘Maybe because she likes him?’ Jodie said. ‘Why, don’t you?’

      Ben shrugged. ‘He was my father’s friend. They grew up together in the next village. Best men at each other’s weddings. Then they had a spectacular falling out. Thierry’s wife was from down near Toulouse and they moved down there when that happened. Since he’s retired and moved back up here, he’s been hanging around Mama more and more.’

      ‘What happened to his wife?’

      ‘She died.’

      When Ben didn’t say any more, Jodie said, ‘They’re probably drawn together because of shared memories of your father then.’

      Ben gave her a look. ‘Maybe. So long as he’s not after her for any other reason.’

      Jodie looked at him. ‘You can tell they’re fond of each other and that they’re good friends. Thierry certainly doesn’t look as if he needs anybody else’s money either, if that’s what you’re worried about. You should be pleased for Annette. She’s still got her life to lead and she seems to want Thierry to be a part of it.’

      When Ben shrugged and didn’t answer, Jodie helped herself to a croissant before changing the subject and saying, ‘So, the London Book Fair. Are you going to tell me which hotel you’ve booked us into? Or are you planning on surprising me with somewhere glitzy?’ She smiled at him hopefully.

      She’d been too tired