And Isabel had stepped forwards, and put her hands on the older woman’s shoulders and kissed her cheek.
“I wrote, as you said. And he phoned me. Fifteen minutes it lasted for, it must have cost him a wee fortune! He’ll be at Gatwick, he said. Thank you, Vanda. I’m as daft as you said, not recognizing what it was he was saying in that letter. He told me, though, in much better words, just what he meant - ” She hugged the other’s shoulders briefly, and then embarrassed, let go. “Thank you, and - all the best.”
“I’ll need it,” Vanda had said with that sharply sour grin of hers, and then she was gone, hipping her way out of the hotel to the hired car that was waiting outside, and she had leaned out of the window and waved at Isabel.
And Isabel had waved back, and called, “Good luck - make it happen - do you hear? Make it happen - ” and Vanda had grinned and nodded.
“In ten minutes we will be landing at Gatwick airport,” the tinny voice of the intercom woke her. “Kindly fasten your safety belts - extinguish cigarettes - captain and crew hope you have enjoyed the flight - ”
The music began to swell as the passengers rustled and hissed a little, and she turned her head to stare out of the port-hole at the ground below. Grey and greenish brown, there was the Surrey countryside, and somewhere inside that glass and chrome building was Jay.
Jay, and tomorrow, the rest of her life. She fastened her safety belt, and smiled happily to herself. She wasn’t a bit frightened this time.
Table of Contents
Cover
Other Books by this Author
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue