The Time of Our Lives by Abby Williams

Author:Abby Williams [Williams, Abby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Head of Zeus
Published: 2019-07-07T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

Erin

The queue for tea and coffee was long, but to be honest I was so desperate for caffeine I’d have crawled on my hands and knees for a flat white that morning. Since I’d told Lydia about Jack, I’d been desperately trying to think of the right way to approach him. I’d thought of getting back in touch with Becki to ask if Jack was on Facebook, but social media seemed too impersonal an approach.

I shuffled further forwards in the queue. I’d hoped that Lydia would know just what to say but she didn’t have a clue either, which only made the problem seem bigger somehow.

Giving my order to the guy behind the counter, I pulled out my phone and idly scrolled through the screen as I waited for the drinks. Was a phone call a better way to approach it? Or would it be better for Vera to say something in a letter to Jack? Becki had offered to contact him on Lydia’s behalf but I had said I didn’t think that it was a very good idea and it would be better coming direct from her. Now, as I took the cups and handed the guy a fiver for his trouble, I began to wonder if a more personal approach might be better. I mean, this was big news, a letter didn’t seem to do the whole thing justice.

Deep in thought, I made my way back to our stall and tried to turn my attention to the day ahead. We had another good haul of stock and while I had been working at Phil’s café all week, Lydia had been labelling, cleaning and sorting. She said that she had found more treasures amongst the things Harry had been hoarding and she even found a beautiful bright red vase that was incredibly rare and worth at least £5,000.

I had to admit the stall had far exceeded my expectations. We had been getting a lot of interest on social media, especially since our first event in Bridgwater a fortnight ago. Our Facebook page was inundated with queries from people wanting to know where we would be next and what sort of things we would have on offer. Lydia’s passion for Asian art was clearly popular and even though she was beginning to get a bit forgetful there was no denying she was good with the customers and the business.

Watching her now as she chattered away with a couple of customers who had their back to me, I felt a thrill of excitement. Lydia was so animated and full of life – she seemed like a woman half her age. Watching Lydia talk about the antiques she loved was a pleasure in itself and I learned something new every time. It had been a revelation to me for example to discover that for an antique to be classed as an antique it needed to be at least a hundred years old. Lydia had suggested we go to an auction house soon to build up my knowledge which I was looking forward to immensely.

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