Escape to Giddywell Grange by Kim Nash

Author:Kim Nash [Nash, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781912973163
Publisher: Hera
Published: 2019-09-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

As the rest of the week passed we fell into an easy routine at the farm, which suited us all, with me going home each evening and packing my old life away.

Friday soon rolled round. Uncle Tom very kindly let me have the afternoon off and Alex offered to come over with me to give me a hand with all the lifting for which I was extremely grateful. It was great living in a flat until you moved in or out, or had tons of shopping to carry.

I’d learned to calm down a bit more around Alex over the last week and stop blushing every time he looked at me. He was going to be grabbing a flight back to the US soon, so there was no point getting too attached to him again even just as friends.

Mum was coming over later; I was really looking forward to seeing her. She was going to bring a measuring tape and jot down anything that we needed and we were going shopping the next morning. There wasn’t much I needed but there were a few ornamental things that I wanted to pop around the place to make it feel more like mine than a temporary let. I was hoping to catch Mum in a good mood too as I wanted to ask her more about my father.

It seemed like she’d got the same idea as me though, because as soon as she arrived that evening, she was looking pretty serious and said that she’d got something on her mind that she wanted to discuss. I held up the bottle of wine that she’d brought over, and she nodded, so I poured us both half a glass. I wasn’t sure if wine glasses were getting bigger or wine bottles were getting smaller but you could easily lose a bottle in a couple of glasses these days.

As I sat opposite Mum, I noticed her handbag at the side of the coffee table, and there sat on the top was the mysterious red tin box. She clocked that I’d seen it and passed it to me.

‘I’m sorry darling, I wasn’t quite truthful with you when you asked about this box before but I really feel that the time is right to give it to you now. I’m going to pop to the loo, and leave you to look through it. Hopefully it’ll start to make sense as you go through it.’

I had no real idea what to expect, but as I opened the box there on the top was one of those photo booth strips of four black and white pictures of Mum when she was younger with a very handsome man. I turned the pictures over, and it said ‘Josie and Theo, Blackpool, 1981’. Oh my bloody God! Was this my father? I stared at him, devouring every single detail of his face. I couldn’t see much, but I could see that he had a neck scarf on top of a collarless white shirt and he looked like he should be a member of Duran Duran.

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