Daddy's Here by Lucy Wild

Author:Lucy Wild [Wild, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-03-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

The fresh air smelt good. She had to admit that. The journey from the city had taken an age, her father driving so slowly she might as well have walked, as she informed him several times an hour.

“Why couldn’t I bring my car?” she asked as they caught up with yet another tractor.

“Because you crashed your car, sweetie,” he replied patiently, not even trying to overtake. “I don’t know how long until it’s driveable again.”

“If you’d bought me one with better brakes, I wouldn’t have done,” she replied, thinking how easy it would have been for her car to race past the tractor. She’d have been there hours ago.

“You drove to the club whilst drunk. You left it more drunk. You crashed your car. Or did you forget? You were asleep when the police found you, your phone in the middle of sending a message. You’ve no idea how much it cost to get them to drop the charges, I’ll be funding their Christmas party for a decade.”

“I want to drive my own car.”

“Well, I’m afraid you can’t until it’s fixed.”

“That’s just like you. You never let me do anything I want to.”

“Sweetie, please, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.”

It had just gone noon by the time they arrived at the new house. It seemed smaller than the last time she viewed it. “Is this it?” she asked as she climbed out of the car. “This isn’t it, is it?” She stretched her back before turning to her father. “Tell me this isn’t it.”

“Don’t you like it, sweetie?” her father asked, unlocking the gate so he could drive the car in.

“I’m going for a walk,” she replied, heading down the path into the village. So they were going to live here? The place was so small that in ten minutes she’d reached the last of the houses and the end of the footpath, there was nothing else but road and fields. Turning round, she headed slowly back, catching her heel in a muddy puddle at the edge of the path.

Swearing loudly, she looked around for something to wipe away the mud. In the garden next to her, a row of clothes was wafting back and forth on a clothes line. That’ll do, she thought, pushing open the gate and grabbing the nearest thing from the line. It was a white blouse, just the right size to scrape the mud from her shoe. She tossed the blouse back into the garden once she was done, not noticing the villager watching her through the cottage window at the far end of the garden.

There was a small lane to her right a few houses later and she walked down it, spotting an orchard filled with apple and pear trees. Without stopping, she walked through the open gate into the orchard, reaching up and tugging at an apple, biting into it as she returned to the lane. Not bad, she thought as she chewed slowly. Organic at least. At the far end of the orchard, another villager watched her with his arms folded.

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