The Little Barn of Dreams by Lucy Knott

Author:Lucy Knott [Knott, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781800243323
Publisher: Head of Zeus

Sixteen

With Jo planning on meeting Florence at her hut at half ten, Florence had indulged in a slow-moving morning of relaxing on her deck in her nightdress, dipping in and out of the books she had brought with her while sipping on copious amounts of tea from her small china teacup. Earlier the sun had been a spectacular sight to behold as it appeared to rise out of the lake, making the water dance as it did so. The birds as always were right on time with their morning’s gleeful chorus. As the gentle summer breeze blew, the smell of the sweet calla lilies perfumed the air, lending itself to the magical atmosphere and making every word Florence read pop off their pages. The characters came alive right before her eyes, more prominently than ever before.

Now though, she threw on her vintage playsuit, the one with the collar and pearl buttons and wandered up to the cottage, wanting to check in on her nanna. George greeted her in a friendly manner and with a bright smile that made Florence wonder if things had settled between him and Jo. She desperately wanted to tell George not to worry and that Jo had a plan. Granted it was not the most perfect plan in the world, to Florence that would consist of the land staying in the Hadlee name, but it was a plan that at least would see the land taken care of and Camp Calla Lily thriving once more, but she wasn’t sure it was her place.

‘Morning, George,’ she said brightly instead.

‘Morning, my dear,’ George returned. ‘The phone is all yours. Please do say hello to Margot for me and that I look forward to speaking to her again this afternoon,’ he added, his cheeks flushing a rosy hue with his request. It felt as if lots of secrets had been unravelled in the last few days and it seemed to be doing everyone the world of good.

Florence beamed but decided against putting George on the spot. He looked happy and she didn’t want to spoil that with an inquest into just how friendly he and her nanna were. That inquest would be saved for her nanna when she returned home. ‘Thank you and of course,’ she said simply. ‘How are you today, George?’ Florence then asked, resting her hands on the desk, and wanting to check in with him before checking in on her nanna.

George looked up. ‘Better thank you, Florence,’ is all he said, not giving away his personal qualms with his grandson and therefore Florence did not let on that she knew anything.

‘That’s wonderful to hear,’ Florence said with a smile as George nodded and backed away to his office, giving her some privacy to talk with her nanna.

After two rings, Margot picked up the phone, always somehow knowing it was Florence calling. ‘Hello, treasure,’ she said as Florence curled the cord around her finger. ‘What are you up to today, dear?’

‘Hi, Nanna, I’m just waiting for Jo, then we’re going to have brunch,’ Florence told her nanna.

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