The Best Medicine by Charlotte Fallowfield

Author:Charlotte Fallowfield [Fallowfield, Charlotte]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

To Friendship

Three Months Later – A Saturday in December

‘SO, WHO BOUGHT IT?’ I asked, beyond impatient. The shop had been temporarily closed for weeks. It looked like there were major renovations going on, judging by the huge skip outside and various workmen’s vans coming and going.

‘Well, if you’d stop interrupting, I’d get to the point of the story,’ Daphne said with one of her wilting looks.

‘That put you in your place,’ Georgie laughed.

‘I’m lucky, I haven’t earned one of those looks yet,’ Quinn grinned. ‘And I don’t plan on it.’

‘Well, that all depends on what you do to my cottage, Quinn Garcia,’ Daphne stated. I pulled a face at Quinn, which earned me a cuff from Daphne. ‘Am I that bad? I was joking. It will be her cottage soon, she can do what she wants with it. Memories are just that. They aren’t tangible. You can’t touch them and you shouldn’t need to. The best ones stay in your head and your heart, they’re always with you. I don’t need my cottage staying in a time warp because people are afraid of upsetting me.’

‘That’s good, because the bulldozer is booked to tear it down the second we exchange contracts,’ Quinn said in a serious tone. Georgie and I gasped and shot a concerned look over at Daphne, only to see her smiling.

‘Really, girls. You’ve spent more time with Quinn than I have and you still haven’t learned when she’s teasing?’

‘Of course I’m teasing. Everything in the U.S. is new. Why would I want to erase all those years of history? I mean sure, there’ll be some major work to do on it to make it more my style, but I’m not ripping out the bones of the place. It has character and I kinda like that,’ Quinn smiled.

‘You’d better love that, or you will be on the receiving end of one of my looks,’ Daphne warned her.

‘So, thrilled as I am to have the whole “Quinn’s moving to Dilbury” talk, I’m still no clearer on who’s bought the shop,’ I reminded Daphne. If anyone needed to know anything, Daphne was the woman. She knew everyone in the village and had a social network to rival Facebook.

‘Parlez-vous Français?’ she hinted.

‘Is that Welsh?’ Quinn asked. ‘It sounds kinda sexy.’

‘She just asked if you speak French, in French. We have a hot and sexy Frenchman moving into the shop?’ I asked, my spirits lifting.

‘Oh, I love me a man with an accent,’ Georgie said wistfully.

‘Me too,’ Quinn and I sighed at the same time. We high fived each other with a smile. The expression “sister from another mister” could have been tailor-made for the two of us. We’d bonded so fast, and I was thrilled she was going to be moving here and we’d get to spend more time together.

‘Then I’m very sorry to disappoint,’ Daphne said. ‘Her name is Fleur, French for flower. Fleur Dubois. She trained as a pâtissier in Paris.’

‘She makes French pastries?’ Georgie asked, her eyes lighting up.

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