One Day in May
Catherine Alliott
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0141034211
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Hattie Carrington has good reason to be happy. Her antiques business is flourishing, her teenage son is settled at school and she's enjoying a fling with a sexy, younger man. But when work takes her back to the village of Little Crandon, heartbreaking memories of her first love surface. It seems that the secret affair with married politician Dominic Forbes, which changed the course of her life, just won't go away.
So when Hattie's bumps into Dominic's widow and his gorgeous younger brother, Hal, her world is turned upside down. Though she's still trying to hide from her mistakes, she knows that if she's ever to fall in love again she needs to be honest with others, and herself.
Can she admit what really happened with Dominic all those years ago? And, if so, is she ready for the consequences?
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pop. I held on tight to the edge of the sink; shut my eyes. Breathed deeply. No. I wouldn’t let it pop. Couldn’t let it pop. And, if I willed it enough, it would deflate. Crumple back like an airbag, or a child’s balloon, days after the party. I waited for that to happen. The kitchen clock ticked on in the empty house. Minutes passed. I stayed there, at the window, holding on, in so many ways. A car came up the drive. Hal’s car. I exhaled slowly. That was quick. Good. The car forked before it
eventually I dozed off in some strange dusty country, a darkening land. Kit in khakis, in a tented encampment, similar to something I’d seen on M.A.S.H., was running with his hands on his head, past trucks emblazoned with red crosses, flinging himself to the ground as mortar shells dropped and exploded around him. Amazing how the ego thieves back in, though. Stealthily. Quietly. The following morning, although Kit was still on my mind, my own problems loomed large. The morning papers had moved
issue had become static. And I also missed Laura; was hurt she didn’t miss me. I wrestled with all sorts of feelings on the end of the line to my brother-in-law. ‘I need you, Hattie, I really do. I can’t seem to get through to her at the moment. And she listens to you. Come for the weekend.’ I’d licked my lips, standing as I was at the time when my mobile had rung, on a seventeenth-century console table, fiddling with a delicate crystal chandelier. The weekend. I was supposed to be quoting on a
know.’ He shrugged; looked wretched. The woman began to wail again, pray and cross herself as I sat there, stunned in the dust. Moments later I was up and running to the warehouse, stumbling as I went. Alam, his parents, Mona – all gone. Oh, Ibby! I had to stop and clutch my stomach. Take a few moments. Finally I reached the quay, and between sobs, told Pablo, the Italian boy, who was still there, what had happened. I needed a Bedford, and I needed him to come too, right now. He hesitated. The
sat down again, heavily. ‘With the greatest pleasure.’ I got up and followed my sister from the room. 3 I found Laura in her bedroom, prostrate on the bed, face down amongst the birdlife. Her body was shuddering with sobs. I sat quietly beside her for a while, my hand on her back. Eventually she calmed down. After another moment, she stopped completely: flipped over and sat up, drying her eyes on a pillow. ‘Stupid. So stupid,’ she muttered. ‘And I am so spoiled.’ ‘No you’re not.’