CHAPTER 21
TWIST OF FATE
Florence came running outside. Lillian was sitting on a loveseat beneath a flowering purple bougainvillea arbour, whispering childhood tales in Alice’s ear while the boys played. The little girl had grown strong enough to be able to sit stoutly upon her knee. Lillian thought she was adorable.
‘Lillian! Someone is here to see you.’
‘Is it Alfred?’ She was not looking forward to returning to Montague Road to find out his decision.
Florence seemed flustered. ‘No, it’s not. He says his name is Mr Shaw and he has a delivery for you.’
It was Fergus then. She’d begun to lose hope. The week of no news had been difficult to take. Perhaps he would be the bearer of the news and she wouldn’t have to wait any longer?
Florence reached out to take Alice. ‘You’d better hurr
