The Lost Daughter of Liverpool: A heartbreaking and gritty family saga (The Mersey Trilogy Book 1) by Pam Howes

Author:Pam Howes [Howes, Pam]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781786811028
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2017-02-02T23:00:00+00:00

Dora looked through the window as her dad stood up and put his hands to his back. He looked tired. She banged on the glass. ‘Are you ready for a bit of dinner, Dad?’

He waved and put down his secateurs. ‘Be in shortly.’

Dora went back into the kitchen where Carol was propped in the high chair, a cushion wedged in behind her back and a blanket folded under her bottom to give her height. At three months old she was still a bit too small for the chair really, but Dora had discovered that Carol was happier if she could see her as she got on with chores, rather than lying in the pram or cradle. Dolly had bought her a rattle and Carol loved the bright colours and the noise as she pushed it around the tray of her chair.

Dora’s friend Agnes was coming over this afternoon. She’d got a rare day off from her typing job at a solicitor’s in the city, and it would give them a chance to catch up with all the gossip. Agnes had confided that she had some good news to share. Dora was looking forward to seeing her again as, what with one thing after another, she’d seen little of her friend since her and Joe’s wedding day last year.

The front door opened and her dad came in. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and Dora heard him coughing and spluttering and then spitting. She bit her lip as she heard him pull the toilet chain. That cough was getting worse. She wished he’d go to the doctor’s. He’d laughed when she’d nagged him about it yesterday and told her she was as bad as her mam and to stop fussing over nothing. He strolled into the kitchen and picked up the mug of tea Dora pointed at. He smiled at Carol, who gave him a gummy grin back.

‘She’s a little smasher,’ he said, tickling her under the chin. ‘What have we got in the sarnies today, chuck?’

‘Hard boiled eggs and salad, as you well know.’ Dora laughed. ‘Thanks, Dad, for bringing the food I mean. Mam’s bread, eggs, and the salad from your garden. That’s mine and Joe’s tea sorted as well.’

‘Aye well, there’s always more than we can eat before it goes off, and I reckon your mam always thinks she’s baking for an army.’

They sat at the little table in the sitting room and enjoyed their dinner, with Carol chomping and sucking on a buttered corner cut from the end of the loaf. Her mam had told Dora it helped when they were cutting teeth to have something hard to chew on. Carol was always dribbling and although she seemed a bit young to be teething, Mam said they could start at any age and that Frank had cut his first tooth at three months.

She’d also warned about the need to watch that Carol didn’t choke on a stray piece of bread that may break off. Dora felt paranoid about that bit of advice and kept a close eye on her daughter.

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