The Christmas Cafe (No Greater Love)
Amanda Prowse
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 1784970379
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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on another page entitled ‘The Perfect Christmas Cupcake’. ‘Oh, wow! I could eat them all!’ The two oohed and aahed at the elegant display of Christmas-themed cupcakes, each one iced with a smooth puddle of white and adorned with either tiny green holly leaves and berries or miniature Santas fashioned out of sugar paste. Along the rim of the vast silver cake stand were little sugar-paste reindeer linked by gossamer strands of sugarwork that connected them to a sleigh bulging with gifts and
think fondly of those years, when I had no idea of how my life would change. I remember laughing a lot. Bea paused and thought of her sister, remembered again the Epsom Downs horses she’d told Flora about, and the white Christmases. She sighed and returned to the keyboard. As you can see, I’m concentrating now and the gaps are sorted. I’m not too good with the keyboard, take an age to type – used to be much faster. I must get better. I’m sorry for your loss too. Ten years is a long time. I
Ax Bea replied immediately. It was as if the two of them were in conversation, not typing emails across ten thousand miles. From: BeaG Subject: Re: Hello Again I don’t mind at all. Eventful because my granddaughter, Flora, is having a bit of a tough time. She’s staying with me, desperate for a change of scene. Being a teenager isn’t easy, is it? As for my son, that’s a bit harder to explain. Things weren’t the easiest for him when he was small and I guess we didn’t address issues that maybe
Chanel, with a silk shirt, strings of pearls and wide-legged pants. She says you looked beautiful, elegant and very fashionable and that it made her feel nervous.’ ‘Ah, well, thank you, Sarah!’ Bea was genuinely happy and rather surprised to learn that this was how her daughter-in-law referred to her. ‘I do love clothes, it’s true. I think it’s because I didn’t really have any when I was growing up – just a couple of drab outfits my mum made. Me, my sister and my mum always had the same clothes.
blotted from her tear-stained face. ‘If you need anything, Mrs Greenstock, then you only have to buzz,’ the nurse said as she made her way towards the door. Bea nodded. ‘Thank you, yes. Do you think he needs anything right now? Should we give him more medicine?’ The nurse smiled and spoke slowly as if addressing a child. ‘No. No more medicine. Really, it’s best we just let nature take its course.’ ‘How long, would you say, if you had to guess?’ She spoke quietly, averting her eyes, guilty for
