Student Affairs E-Book

Julia Sutton

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Student Affairs chronicles the progress of five students through a turbulent second year at Chattlesbury University.

It is a story of hope, ambition, dreams and romance. But will everything run smoothly for rebellious Will, talented Evelyn, brave Ann, romantic Juliette and resilient Sophie?

Find out in the third installment of The School of Dreams series.

Leseprobe

Student Affairs

Book Three of The School of Dreams Series

Julia Sutton

Copyright (C) 2018 Julia Sutton

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2019 by Next Chapter

Published 2019 by Next Chapter

Cover art by CoverMint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

Dedication

For Katie – “good friends care for each other, close friends understand each other but true friends stay forever, beyond words, beyond distance and beyond time”

Acknowledgements

Big thanks to Creativia Publishing – always inspiring, open minded and encouraging!

Thank you to all the lovely people that have taken the time to read this series.

It was originally planned as a trilogy, but I have been unable to fit everything into three books so will be starting work on book 4 in 2018.

Thanks to my family and friends for your support, love and encouragement.

Thanks to all the kind, lovely people on social media – the writers and my social media friends who encourage me on the epic journeys I take into my imagination.

So, grab yourself a cup of tea (or wine if you prefer!) relax and welcome to the world of Chattlesbury….

Chapter One

The skies above Chattlesbury City were ablaze with a kaleidoscope of breath taking vibrant colours; splashes of scorching reds mingled with cool blues, that erupted against the back drop of a pitch-black night void. Stars pulsed like diamonds, revolving around a crescent moon, shining beams of silvery light through curling clouds onto the earth below. Fireworks whizzed and banged as they exploded, then dwindled to nothing; the remnants of ash and smoke that hung above the spectator's heads. The air was cloy with an array of pungent aromas; roasting onions, the sickly sweetness of freshly spun candyfloss, the acrid bitterness of petrol fumes vied with the smell of newly mown grass and the perfume of wild flowers. It was a night of fun, of rejoicing diversity and uniqueness. It was the annual summer carnival.

This particular August evening was perfect for the celebration. It had been a hot day which had stretched into a balmy humid night, an excellent environment for enjoyment and laughter. The streets rang with it; merriment and excitement. It was tangible in the atmosphere, an ambience that encapsulated the good vibes of a dynamic growing city which was celebrating another year of prosperity. There was hope surging within the crowds, hope for continued good fortune, health and happiness for its residents. The pavements were lined with people of all ages, who had come to listen to the mayor's inspirational speech and watch the carnival pass through the streets, now they surged and pushed to gain a glimpse of the final procession. Children clapped and laughed with delight as the characters on the flotillas waved exuberantly at them. The carnival snaked around in a giant horseshoe, passing shops, banks and restaurants. It was a hive of children's TV and book characters, exotic dancers and melodic musicians selected to participate in a carefree weekend jamboree.

Juliette Harris grabbed her daughter, lifting her up so she could see the feather covered ladies twirling. There was a cry of surprise, as one male dancer grabbed his colleague by the waist and threw her upwards. The crowd held their breath for a few moments until the smiling lady landed gracefully back into his arms, her legs splayed into a set of elegant splits.

“Wow!” cried seven-year-old Molly, her face suffused with excitement and happiness. Even cool and calm Harry looked impressed.

They had been standing here for an hour now and the procession was almost over. A group of musicians were the last to pass by, guitar strums and a drum beat accompanied an ebony skinned singer who owned the most exquisite voice. Juliette began clapping along, with hundreds of others, as she sang the last few words then bowed theatrically.

Suddenly the fireworks stopped, and bored looking police were encouraging the crowd to move on.

Juliette gazed at the car park and the hordes of people flooding towards it.

“Would you like an ice cream?” She decided, an excuse to stay out a bit longer and let the crowds disperse. They had had such a wonderful evening, Juliette was reluctant to go back to the concrete jungle of home.

“Yes, yes,” came her children's eager replies.

Juliette took their hands, leading them back towards the shops. Thankfully the ice cream parlour was still open. A brightly chalked board advertised all sorts of delicious flavours.

“Can I have mint choc chip?” Pleaded a wide-eyed Molly.

“I should think so,” Juliette teased, “and what would you like young man?”

She ruffled her son's hair. He looked up at her with a wide smile and dark eyes, so much like her own.

“Triple chocolate of course Mum,” he replied.

They managed to grab a window seat. Juliette left them spinning on high stools with strict instructions not too fall off and hurt themselves. The girls behind the counter looked harried. They rushed around, multi-tasking and were extremely efficient. In no time Juliette was at the front of the queue and placing her order.

“Cone or pot?” The fresh faced young lady asked.

“Pots please,” Juliette dug deep for the right change.

Her purse was feeling worryingly light after her summer holiday splurge; a week's trip with her sister and brother-in-law in a modest caravan holiday that had eaten into her wages, her family allowance and her meagre savings. Thankfully she would be paid in four days' time and the end of the month couldn't come soon enough. Juliette thought back to the long sunny days spent at the beach and the fair. It had been a hot summer this year with none of the habitual flooding and it had been so lovely to swop the pollution and built up drab greyness of the city for rolling green hills, woods and clean, fresh air. Now they were back to reality; work and chores and the rush of everyday life. Juliette watched the assistant wedge chocolate flakes into the sweet cold mounds, “do you go to Chattlesbury uni?”

The question startled Juliette out of her reverie, “Yes I do: English.”

“I've seen you in the refectory,” the young girl replied, “I'm an art student. You hang around with a cute, dark haired guy, young?”

“Will,” Juliette smiled, thinking fleetingly of him. How different it would be for him this year with a baby to care for.

“Do you know what you want to do after you've finished your degree?”

“Primary teaching hopefully,” Juliette replied, “and you?”

“I'm moving to London with my friend. I want to be an illustrator; books, comics that sort of thing. My friend wants to work on a pop magazine. Our shared ambition is to become mega rich and famous,” she laughed, and Juliette felt her financial worries slipping away to be replaced with a different kind of anxiety.

The second year of university loomed ahead of her. Juliette had already began poring over reading lists and deciding which modules she could take. The thought of seeing Ben Rivers again sent a shiver down her spine, even though the evening was warm. The last time she had seen him was at the end of May when she had participated in the class trip to Haworth. It had been a lovely day, interesting and inspiring to see the Bronte house and the pretty village where the famous writer sisters had grown up. Yet her memories were clouded with thoughts of their last conversation. Juliette had insisted they should remain just friends, so why was she constantly thinking of him? She sighed and picked up the ice creams, “come and say hi next time you're at uni.” Juliette gave the friendly assistant a thankful smile and moved away from the queue.

“Thanks Mum,” her children chorused as she set the rapidly melting desserts down on the table. Juliette watched with a wide smile as they dived straight in with their spoons.

“So, your Dad is taking you to Alton Towers then?”

“Yep,” came Harry's emphatic reply.

“And pizza after,” Molly reminded her.

“Is that okay Mum?” Harry's eyes were wide and filled with worry.

Juliette reached across to rub his arm, “of course it is love. Me and your dad, well we're sort of friends now and we just want what's best for you two.”

“Cool!” Harry nodded happily.

“Daddy's got a girlfriend,” Molly divulged.

“Oh, has he now?” Juliette wasn't surprised, Marty had always been attractive to the opposite sex, with his boyish good looks and bad boy image.

“Shush,” Harry berated his younger sister, “Mum might get upset.”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” Juliette replied after a moment's hesitation, “don't worry, I'm happy for him…have you met her yet?”

“Nope,” Harry scratched the bottom of the empty pot for any remaining dregs.

“Her name's Charlie and she's a hairdresser.” Molly piped up, “Dad said she could do my hair when we get to meet her.”

“Well that will be nice,” Juliette said with a laugh as she held up her own wild, red curls, “maybe she could do something with mine.”

Harry put down his spoon and looked at his mum with a serious frown, “Mum, me and Molls have been talking and we think it's time you got a boyfriend.”

Juliette spluttered, “why on earth would you think that?”

“You never go out Mummy,” Molly explained, “my friend Lola's Mummy was all on her own too and she was sad, but now she's getting a step dad and they all have lots of fun together.”

“You think I'm sad?” Juliette's shoulders slumped in dismay.

Harry and Molly looked at each other then nodded.

“You pretend you're okay,” Harry replied, “but I heard you crying on the phone to aunty Maz.”

“And when you watch Disney films with me you get tears in your eyes.” Molly wagged her finger.

“But…but, I'm going out this weekend, remember, with Aunty Maz and Uncle Dave and…and Clive.”

Harry sniffed suspiciously, “is Clive your boyfriend then?”

“No.” Juliette shook her head, “he's just a friend, but he's very lovely and I have lots of fun when I'm out with him.”

There was silence. Juliette sighed, “I'm perfectly fine on my own with you two you know. We have lots of fun together don't we?”

There was reluctant nodding.

“Oooo-kay,” Juliette decided to change the subject, “how's about we head home and watch a DVD together?”

It worked, Harry and Molly had immediately forgotten their Mum's love life and were bickering over whether to watch Disney, Transformers or Harry Potter.

As soon as she was back home and her children were settled in front of the television, Juliette tiptoed into her bedroom with the cordless phone. Marie answered after a lengthy twenty rings.

“You took your time,” Juliette rasped.

“Oh, hello sis, I was in the bath and I am pregnant you know. I can't rush like I used to.”

Juliette was contrite, “Sorry! I keep forgetting you're carrying my future niece or nephew. How are you feeling by the way?”

“Fine, apart from fat bloated ankles.”

“You need to rest, especially in this heat,” Juliette wiped at her perspiring forehead, “it's hot tonight!”

“How was the carnival?”

“Fantastic as always.” Juliette swiped at a large fly, which was buzzing around her lampshade, “erm Marie, have the kids said anything to you about me having a boyfriend?”

There was a short silence then Marie chortled, “no, why?”

Juliette relayed the earlier conversation.

“It was almost surreal having romantic advice given to me from my own children, I thought maybe you might have put the idea in their head.”

“Of course I haven't,” Marie's tone was brisk, “they're not stupid you know Jules, you have been miserable just lately. Has a certain lecturer got something to do with it?”

“I am totally over him,” Juliette shrieked, colouring at her own fib, “and I'm perfectly fine on my own.”

Marie snorted, “who are you trying to convince? Don't you miss being intimate with someone?”

Juliette gulped, as her mind wandered to the night of passion she had enjoyed with Ben Rivers.

“Sex isn't everything,” she sounded unconvincing, even to her own ears.

“Puts a smile on your face though,” Marie let out a sensual chuckle, “and I think Harry and Molls are very astute. It's time you got off the shelf, life's passing you by. At this rate you're going to end up a lonely old spinster.”

“But,” Juliette was about to give her sister the prepared speech, all about independence, girl power, not needing a man to complete her life, but she realised a lot of it was bull. She was lonely, she did like male company, heck yes, she missed sex!

“Jules, they have given you their blessing to go find someone, love their little hearts, they just want you to be happy.”

Tears sprang to Juliette's eyes, “I know,” she sniffed, “maybe I'm not completely against the idea of finding true love.”

“That's the spirit. You're beautiful Juliette, you know that? No, I don't think you do,” Maz said in a firm tone, “Inside and out, upside and down, all the ways a person ever can be – you are kind and quirky and lovely and sweet all rolled into one. Why don't you forget about Ben Rivers? Yes, he's extremely attractive, but he has plenty of other students that already tell him that. He's heart-breaking and he's too dangerous for you.”

“I” Juliette shook her head, “I, just find him irresistible and it's not just his looks, it's the way that he spoke to me, the things he said and the way he made me feel.” Juliette gripped the phone, “I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, I'm usually so level-headed.”

“Get your head out of the clouds. He's all shades of fifty that one,” Marie decided, “did you like the trilogy by the way?”

“Yes! I did. I think E L James gets a bad stick, she's a good writer and extremely inventive.”

Marie laughed, “I enjoyed it too! I think Dave's a bit worried that I'm going to tie him to the bedpost and cover him with squirty cream though.”

They both laughed at the thought of it.

“Well it's not my usual genre but it was certainly entertaining.” The conversation shifted away from books to socialising matters.

“Listen, about the weekend, I've booked us into a Thai restaurant. You know the one by the bus station that's been there for yonks. It has excellent reviews, I can't believe we've never tried it before.” She then proceeded to rattle off some of the dishes from the menu.

“It sounds delicious,” Juliette felt her spirits rise with excitement.

“Then Dave and I thought that we could all go back to ours. Watch some Saturday night television or a film maybe. I don't really fancy traipsing around pubs in this heat.”

“Of course,” Juliette replied smoothly, “I'll bring some wine for me, pop for you and beer for Clive and Dave, looking forward to it. Now you should go and rest. Call me if you need me.”

“Okay sis.”

Juliette cut the call and wandered into the kitchen, where she spent the next hour ploughing through a basket full of ironing. By ten o'clock she was exhausted. After shooing the kids to bed, she flopped down on her own, still fully clothed. The lamp cast a warm glow around the room, as Juliette snuggled into the duvet with a contented sigh. She reached for her current read; a light-hearted book on friendship and food by Lucy Diamond, but found it hard to concentrate. Her mind was whirring away and in frustration she reached for her phone. Her Facebook feed showed a vast array of new stories. Juliette scrolled through them, liking the pictures of adorable animals and children frolicking on beaches. Then she paused as she read over a few posts by Sophie. Feeling sad, the first one intimated, underneath which Sophie had written, single life is awful, I miss my husband. Then a few hours later, another status revealed that Sophie was feeling angry, how could he do this to me. There were over sixty replies, the majority of them sympathised with her, but a few who must be friends of her estranged husband Ryan, had pleaded with her to give him another chance. Then at the end, she noticed a succinct reply from Ann: 'forget the cheating git, you can do better, be strong and you'll get through this'. Juliette chuckled, the response was typical of Ann, straight forward and honest, it mirrored Ann's personality in real life, she certainly was a tough cookie but a lovely friend and person too.

It had been months since she had seen the university gang and she hoped that they were all okay, she missed their company, the fun and laughter they had shared. Thanks to social media, she knew that Hema had given birth to a baby girl. Will had posted a series of exquisite shots of them both, with the beautiful, tiny baby. Sophie had posted holiday pictures of herself with a happy looking Evelyn. They had been to Lanzarote; which Sophie had proclaimed to be the best holiday ever. In a few weeks' time they would be meeting up again. The registration for year two at Chattlesbury university had been allocated for mid-September. It would be great to see Ann, Evelyn, Sophie and Will - Juliette had missed them. They were all good friends and she enjoyed their company. University had become about so much more then studying. When Juliette enrolled, she had no idea that she would enjoy it so much. Over the past year, so much had happened, her head felt lightheaded when she thought of it. She had met some lovely people, learnt so much that her brain felt like bursting sometimes and then there was Ben. A brief fling with an English lecturer which had ended disastrously. Now they were just friends and it was a fresh start. A chance for new beginnings, a possibility to shine and prosper. Juliette's eyelids drooped and she found herself being pulled into a nightmare of epic proportions, with dragons and witches, snakes and gigantic rats. All of which she had to battle alone.

Chapter Two

“More tea?” Ann lifted the teapot off the tray with expectation and without waiting for a reply, poured the steaming brown liquid into three delicate china cups.

She offered around a plate of luxury cookies, brought especially to impress their visitor.

Her husband Jon took two off the plate, then proceeded to spoon three sugars into his brew.

“Not for me thanks,” Rose the social worker lifted her hand but looked longingly at the biscuits, “I really shouldn't. I'm trying to diet after an all-inclusive two-week summer binge.”

Ann glanced at the petite lady opposite and wondered why she was worried about her weight when there was so much horror and injustice going on in the world. Eating a cookie seemed insignificant in comparison.

“Have you holidayed this year?” Rose asked cheerfully.

“Paris,” Ann confirmed, “for the fourth time. We love it there, don't we?”

She nudged Jon who was wiping crumbs from his lips.

“Paris is great,” he responded with vigour, “so much beauty and history and just a hop over the sea.”

“Ah, I'm ashamed to admit I've never been,” the social worker leant forward and added in an excited tone, “but I've enrolled for a beginner's French class. You've inspired me Ann, all this talk of goals and achievement and I've always wanted to learn another language.”

“That's fabulous!” Ann cried, “French is such a beautiful language; tres bon Madame.”

Rose laughed heartily and stretched out a trouser clad thigh, “and how are your studies going?”

Ann sipped at her drink, “very well thank you. The second year will soon be starting and I have to admit, I'm looking forward to it.”

Rose frowned, “it must be challenging for you?…” the question trailed off and the room grew silent, “sorry, that was insensitive of me,” Rose looked away with embarrassment.

“You mean because of this?” Ann pointed to her wheelchair, on which she was seated, “not at all, the university have been very accommodating towards me and I can happily confirm there is full wheelchair access throughout. It's more about using this,” she pointed at her head, “which is more of a challenge”.

“You're a remarkable lady,” Rose replied with warm sincerity, “brave and inspirational.”

Not one for accepting compliments easily, Ann blushed, “I've had to be,” she stated gruffly, “it's either wallow in self-pity or make the most of what life has dealt me.”

“Thanks be to God,” Rose lifted her eyes towards the ceiling and clutched at her glinting gold cross.

“I don't believe in…”

“So,” Jon cut in briskly, throwing Ann a warning look, “we've passed all the tests then and the meetings have been going well?”

Rose shuffled her paperwork, “you have. We're very pleased with your progress. Oh,” she jumped slightly in her seat and looked down at her feet. A white fluffy cat had wrapped itself around her legs and was purring contentedly.

“That's just snowy,” Ann said as she clicked her fingers, “come here, you daft moggie.”

Obediently the feline stretched, then padded across to jump up on Ann's lap.

Jon sprang to his feet, “it is okay for us to have a cat, isn't it?”

Rose looked up at the towering man with a frown, “of course it is Mr Stokes, please do relax, myself and my colleagues think you will be wonderful parents.”

Slowly he lowered himself back on the chair, “that's great, erm, have you found anyone suitable?”

“I have,” Rose bent to pull out a pair of lopsided spectacles and perched them on her upturned nose, “his name is Samuel and he's twelve years old.”

Ann sucked in her breath, while the social worker unclipped a glossy photograph of a rather surly looking individual with blonde curls and piercing blue eyes.

“At the moment he's living with foster parents in Rocksley.”

“I know it,” Jon nodded as Ann passed him the picture, “I travel there a lot for work, it's not too far is it?”

“Not at all,” Rose replied, “about a half hour car ride and there's a direct train that stops there.”

“Where are his biological parents?” Ann asked.

“Both alcoholics, both in prison for theft and violent offences. They neglected him and neither of them wanted the responsibility of him.”

Ann gulped, “the poor boy. Are there no other family members willing to care for him?”

Rose shook her head, “sadly not. The paternal grandparents are both deceased and the maternal grandmother is in a care home, suffering with dementia. There are no aunties and uncles.”

Jon pushed a hand through his hair, “so how is he coping with all this…this upheaval?”

“As can be imagined not too well. He is a very quiet and withdrawn boy, who needs a permanent, stable home as soon as possible. You stated on your application that you preferred an older child?”

“We did,” Ann confirmed.

“So, would you be willing and happy to meet him?”

Ann paused, mind whirring. This whole adoption business had progressed so much faster than she had anticipated. Then she noticed Jon gazing at her with wide, expectant eyes and she felt a tug of tender emotion for her husband.

“Yes,” said Ann firmly, “we'd love to meet him.”

Rose beamed at them both, “that's grand. I'll set the paperwork in motion and be in touch very soon. In the meantime, here is a dossier for you to read through, it tells you about Samuel's background, his likes and dislikes, hobbies, that sort of thing. I've also bought you some books on the adoption process and what further support there is out there for you.”

“She's already got a shelf full,” Jon pointed to the corner of the lounge, where a pile of books balanced precariously.

“Wonderful,” Rose replied, “it's a good idea to be well informed.” She rose to her feet and shrugged on her rain mac, “it looks like the summer is well and truly over.”

Ann gazed towards the rain spattered window and thought about this young boy they could possibly be adopting. What on earth are we doing she wondered a little panicked, are we even ready for this?

“Would you like another drink?” Ann rasped. She was torn between wanting to wave goodbye to Rose and forgetting the whole idea, or alternatively begging her to stay and bombarding her with more questions.

“Good heavens no! I'm on my fourth already and it's only,” she glanced at her wrist, “eleven o'clock.”

“We're big tea lovers in this house too,” Jon replied with a laugh, but Rose was staring at Ann.

“Are you sure you don't need some time to consider this?”

Ann swallowed and looked nervously at Jon, who was on his feet, eyes shining with excitement. After a moment's hesitation she smiled brightly at the kind social worker, “I'm just a little surprised at how quickly you've found someone. It seems that it took forever for the paperwork and checks to be completed and now, here we are…”

“It's sad to say that there are so many children stuck in the care system at this very moment, waiting for a loving home. Time isn't on their side I'm afraid. But if you would like more time Ann, please don't be afraid to say. We could postpone the meeting with Samuel until you are ready.”

Ann was unable to meet Jon's eyes, she could sense the upset and disappointment emanating from him. Averting her gaze away from Rose, she stared down at her lap, at her trembling fingers, “I, I'm just not s-sure I can be the perfect parent this child so desperately needs.” She stuttered the words, trying to verbalise her own internal angst on the whole adoption situation.

Rose clucked above her sympathetically, “nobody is perfect, that would be unrealistic to assume it of anyone, even the Queen, especially the Queen,” the three of them laughed and the tense atmosphere abated a little, “Ann, I reiterate my complete support for you. My colleagues and I think you'll be great, both of you, and you have our support, one hundred percent. The adoption process is very vigorous, you've done well to come this far. You should be proud,” she patted her hand soothingly, “now, I really do have to get to my next appointment. I'll be in touch, but in the meantime read through the literature, visit the websites. There's a wealth of support and advice out there for you Ann, and if all else fails, you can call a member of my team any time.”

Ann smiled gratefully.

“Hopefully I have allayed some of your fears,” Rose concluded, “now before I go, do you think I could use your toilet?”

Ann listened to the sound of the door squeaking open, as Jon went to let Rose out of the house.

“Well I think that went well,” he bounded back towards her, a goofy smile on his face.

“But why are we listening to classical music?” Ann motioned towards the CD player, where a cacophony of violins soared around the room.

“Oh, I thought it would make a good impression,” Jon flicked the remote and the noise filtered away, “I didn't think our usual Meatloaf ballads would create the right ambience.”

Ann laughed, “you're right. I think Rose was impressed with concerto number five, or whatever it is.”

Jon hunched down in front of her and planted a tender kiss on her mouth, “you were great today Ann. I love you Mrs Stokes.”

Ann clasped his face in her hands and kissed him back, “love you too. Now, what shall we have for lunch? I'm starving.”

“You're so romantic,” Jon replied with a laugh, “how about we go out for a pub meal? A celebratory treat.”

Ann cocked her head to one side, “you know what? I think I would much rather stay here, sit and read. It's not long until year two starts and I'd like to be prepared as much as possible.”

“Whatever you want angel,” Jon disappeared into the kitchen and set about searching in the fridge, while Ann wheeled herself over to the bookcase and pondered on which classic novel she could immerse herself in next.

Chapter Three

Evelyn picked up her handbag, checked her reflection in the mirror, then closed the front door softly behind her. The morning's milk stood uncollected on the doorstep and on closer inspection, she could see that a bird had been tapping away at the foil lid and siphoned the cream from the top.

“Good morning Evelyn!” A deep voice reverberated behind her, making Evelyn jump in fright. She spun around, her hand clutching her throat, then breathed a sigh of relief as she recognised Jacob striding up the path towards her.

“I didn't mean to scare you lass,” he removed his cap and smiled widely.

“Jacob,” she replied, “I wasn't expecting you,” self-consciously she smoothed down her daisy patterned skirt.

“I can see that. I was just passing and wondered how you were. How lucky to catch you on your way out. Where are you off to on this lovely day anyway?” He stopped in front of her smiling. Jacob looked smart thought Evelyn, he was wearing a sky-blue shirt, navy trousers and it looked as if he had just had a haircut. Realising she was appraising him, her cheeks reddened.

“I'm going to see a friend. H-how are you Jacob?”

“Very well thank you,” he replied with candour, his eyes bright and twinkling, “I hope you are okay?”

Evelyn nodded quickly, her lips lifting into a smile.

“I must say a tan suits you Evelyn,” Jacob cleared his throat as his gaze roamed over her bronzed arms and legs, “how was your holiday?”

“Oh, it was lovely,” Evelyn enthused, “I have to admit I was nervous, what with never flying before but it was so exciting to be up in the air. Can you believe it was my first time abroad?”

“You won't want to holiday in Britain again,” Jacob chuckled, “the world is a big, exciting place Evelyn, so much to see and do.” They chatted a while about holidays and all the exotic destinations Jacob had been too, before Evelyn reluctantly glanced at her watch.

“I do have to go; my bus is due any time now.”

“Can I drive you?” Jacob asked, gazing down at her earnestly, “it would be no trouble.”

Evelyn was touched by his chivalry and impeccable manners, “are you sure it's not out of your way Jacob? I'm going right across the other side of the city.”

“I was heading that way myself and you would be pleasant company Evelyn,” he held out his arm and steered her towards his small, red car.

Evelyn settled back on cool leather seats, clicking her belt into place as Jacob started the engine and pulled away, to join a steady stream of mid-morning traffic.

“How are you coping?” She knew the gently asked question was referring to the recent death of her mam.

“It's getting easier,” she replied with a nod, “I still pour her a cup of tea sometimes though, and I haven't been able to bring myself to sort out her bedroom yet, but I think I'm doing okay.”

Jacob removed one hand from the steering wheel and patted hers, “You're doing great.”

A silence ensued, Evelyn became distracted by thoughts of her kind Mam. A snapshot of memories formed in her mind; Nora sitting in her high-backed chair, foot tapping as she sang along to the radio. Her Mam laughing with delight at old seventies comedies. Mam kissing and cuddling her goodnight when she was a young girl. Mam dancing around the living room on Christmas day. So many memories, so much joy and happiness, reminiscent of a much-loved lady. Evelyn grabbed at the locket around her neck, smoothing the gold, beneath which lay a photograph of her mam and dad, together again at last. They were stopped at a set of traffic lights when Evelyn realised that Jacob was speaking to her.

“…so, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the opening of the new art gallery. I thought we could go for dinner afterwards.”

The invitation surprised her, “but how did you get tickets Jacob?” Evelyn was intrigued.

“The perks of working for the council. I think I'm the longest serving Chattlesbury employee there.”

“I'm not sure…” Evelyn was suddenly undecided and nervous. She was very fond of Jacob, but it had been more than thirty years since she had accompanied a man on an evening out. The debilitating shyness which going to university had helped overcome, returned with a vengeance. Jacob glanced her way, intuitive and understanding.

“I would be honoured to take you,” he explained softly, “but there's no pressure Evelyn. You have my number, please let me know if you would like to come.”

“I will,” Evelyn nodded, touched by his kindness. “I think we're nearly here.” She gazed out of the window as they passed painted signs for the village centre.

“Sophie is your friend from university?” Jacob asked.

“Yes, and the lady I went to Lanzarote with, along with her two young adorable children,” Evelyn pulled at a loose thread of cotton, hanging from her blouse, “she's going through a tough time at the moment.”

Jacob looked at her with quizzical eyes.

“Recently separated from her husband, the poor dear. The ghastly man was unfaithful to her and more than once.”

“Sophie, Sophie O'Neill, is that her name?”

“Yes, do you know her?” Evelyn was surprised.

“Only through the local newspapers. Ryan O'Neill is pretty famous as the main Chattlesbury Football Club striker. A wild man by all accounts.”

“It seems that way,” Evelyn shook her head with distaste.

Jacob put his foot on the brake and crunched the gears down to second, “Is this the right road Evelyn?”

“Yes, there it is,” Evelyn pointed to a huge detached house encased by iron gates and bordered by a vast drive.

“That is some property,” Jacob let out a low whistle then swivelled in his seat.

“Thank you so much, you're very kind,” Evelyn picked up her handbag.

“It's been my pleasure Evelyn,” Jacob replied, taking her hand, “it's been lovely seeing you again. Please consider my invitation, I'm sure we'll have a great evening.”

Evelyn coughed, “I will, thank you. Good bye Jacob.”

She waited while he tooted the horn, then chugged off up the quiet street.

She turned to peer between the metal bars noticing that the blinds were closed and covering all windows, even though the mid-day sun was shining brightly in a cloudless blue sky.

She fanned her hands in an effort to cool her perspiring face, then searched for a bell to ring, or an intercom to speak into. Ah, there it was, tucked away in a corner, half hidden by stems of climbing ivy and silvery cobwebs. She pressed the buzzer firmly and cleared her throat in anticipation. The minutes passed by, but there was no reply. Evelyn glanced at her wristwatch aware that she was slightly early, but still, Sophie was expecting her. They had only spoken two days ago to arrange the lunch date. Evelyn pressed the buzzer again with more force and heard the sounds of dogs barking in response.

“Are you after Mrs O'Neill?” A voice called from behind her.

Evelyn spun on her heels, surprised to see a woman peering at her inquisitively from an open car window.

“Yes, she was expecting me.”

“Wait one moment,” the lady in the red Fiesta pulled up the handbrake with a loud crunch then clambered from the car, puffing and panting.

She was small with ruddy cheeks and thick spectacles, that shielded a pair of tiny eyes.

“Mrs Pobble,” she gasped, stretching out a chubby hand, “wife of Mr Pobble, the esteemed village vicar.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Evelyn smiled, gingerly taking her hand.

“Family member are you?” Mrs Pobble asked with an inquisitive sniff.

“No, no, I'm a friend, from Chattlesbury university.”

“Ah, I see,” Mrs Pobble shook her head, “it's a dreadful business,” she motioned towards the house, “a huge scandal and in such a lovely village too.”

Evelyn was puzzled, “I don't understand…”

“Why the O'Neill's of course. Tawdry affairs, gambling, drinking, illicit se…” she stopped, seemingly unable to voice the word referring to human copulation, “and that's just what we know about!” She fumbled for her glinting gold cross pendant.

“Oh, but that wasn't Mrs O'Neill,” Evelyn felt compelled to defend her friend.

“They are heathens too!” Mrs Pobble rolled her eyes heavenwards.

“Sophie is lovely,” Evelyn replied with conviction.

“I understand!” Mrs Pobble raised a hand gnarled by arthritis, “Sophie is your friend and your loyalty is admirable,” she let out a wheezy cough, “if not somewhat misplaced.”

Evelyn backed away slightly and glanced towards the house.

“Their behaviour has tarnished the entire village.” Mrs Pobble continued with high pitched disapproval, “There are press constantly hanging around, asking our decent village members intrusive questions. They seem to think we're all at it,” she fanned herself, “They even accosted my darling Mr Pobble while he was on his way to oversee a charity fete. It's jolly well not on.”

Evelyn swallowed down a gulp of laughter, “I'm sure the press will soon lose interest and as a Christian Mrs Pobble, you surely must understand Sophie needs support and compassion at this difficult time.”

“I am a devoted Christian,” Mrs Pobble's tone became haughty and defensive, “I extend the hand of love and charity to all my parishioners. Of course I don't condemn her for past transgressions.”

“That's good to hear,” Evelyn replied firmly, “because Sophie really is the victim here and besides, she hasn't done anything wrong to be forgiven for.”

Mrs Pobble pushed her spectacles further up her slippery nose, “I feel for the poor woman, really I do. To be married to such a devilish rogue must have made her quite ill. I've heard that he had, erm… dalliances with more than one woman and squandered money on all sorts of unnecessary frivolities. There are people begging on the streets of England and Ryan O'Neill throws his on the roulette wheel. Gambling really is a wicked vice indeed.”

Evelyn nodded distractedly as Mrs Pobble continued her tirade, “Although Mrs O'Neill is not completely blameless you know. She seemed to positively relish their wickedly lavish lifestyle. Her and Mrs Lavelle have always been avaricious, they were always shopping. How many dresses does a woman need to own? These jodhpurs of mine have lasted me years,” she pointed at her own sturdy attire, “and I certainly wouldn't ever consider going to a spa!” she hurled the last word in anger. “Maybe you could encourage Sophie to fill up a charity bag, although what use an African would get out of a designer ball gown is debateable. No, no, on second thoughts, tell her to send any unwanted items to the charity shop on the high street. I'm sure we would sell anything she owned, if only for the novelty value.”

“Right, okay, I'll…mention it to her,” Evelyn looked around for someone, anyone to intervene, but the street was eerily quiet.

“Now,” Mrs Pobble sniffed loudly, “has Mrs O'Neill been christened? The good Lord shall set her on the right path again. You must encourage her to attend church. We can help her you know. Through the power of prayer and sermon, I'm sure that in time Sophie will heal. Maybe you could accompany her? Would this Sunday be convenient?”

“I think she has other pressing matters,” Evelyn answered tactfully, her colour rising, “but I will certainly send her your well wishes. I'm sure that she will appreciate your kindness.”

Mrs Pobble blinked, “of course, thank you. Now I really must go. I have numerous chores to attend to. I do like to keep busy. Idle hands spawn an idle heart you know. It was nice to meet you. Cheerio,” with an elaborate wave, Mrs Pobble trudged back to her car and proceeded to disappear in a cloud of petrol fumes and vibrant exhaust clapping.

Evelyn shook her head in bemusement, then pulled her mobile phone from her bag, searching her contacts for Sophie's number. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity and she was just about to cut the call and head back home, when a voice croaked, “hello.”

“Sophie! It's Evelyn, I'm outside dear.”

There was a sharp intake of breath, “I'll be down in a minute.” Buzz, the line went dead.

A pair of magpies cawed overhead, Evelyn watched as they flapped onto the overgrown lawn, pecking at each other, as they foraged for worms. She could hear the faint sound of bolts being dragged open, the whimpering of excited dogs.

“Hello Evelyn,” Sophie stood in the doorway, swathed in pink, lace pyjamas and furry slipper boots. The breath caught in Evelyn's throat, her normally immaculate friend looked so different. Her long, honey golden tresses hung lank and knotted around a face that was smeared with make-up. Dark shadows clung underneath her eyes and her cheeks were pale and dull. Sophie staggered towards the gate, her hands shook as she grappled with the iron locks.

“Sorry Evelyn,” she mumbled, “I forgot you were coming.”

“Oh, it's okay dear, you have a lot on your mind at the moment. I er, met your neighbour Mrs Pobble.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, “poor you. The woman is nothing more than a judgemental, interfering hypocrite. A proper sticky-beak. Take no notice of her.”

Evelyn grinned, “she wants you to attend church so they can cleanse you with holy water.”

Sophie snorted, “as if! I've already been baptised once, thank you very much.”

The gate creaked open and Sophie ushered her friend inside.

“Where are the children?” Evelyn asked, as she followed her friend back up the drive.

“They had a sleepover,” Sophie sighed, “I had too much wine last night. My mouth feels like something has died inside it.” She licked at her dry lips and led the way inside the lounge.

“Make yourself at home,” Sophie said as she flopped down on the sofa.

Evelyn looked around at the discarded takeaway trays and stained cutlery. There was a strange odour lingering in the air; mustiness combined with spicy food, her nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Sorry about the mess,” Sophie sprang up to remove a pile of glossy magazines from the opposite seat, “my housekeeper Heidi is in Germany visiting family.”

“Ah,” Evelyn replied, “can I help you clean up?”

“No!” Sophie squinted across at her, “I'll blitz it later, when I'm not so hungover. Will you sit down Evelyn?”

Evelyn perched gingerly, “so, how are you coping dear?”

“Truthfully Evelyn? I'm a mess,” she paused to exhale a shuddering breath, “I hate being alone. I hate being a single parent. I don't know how Juliette has coped for so long.”

“You're not considering taking him back are you?” Evelyn fidgeted nervously.

Sophie threw an arm across her face, “of course not, I do have some self-respect left.” She bolted upright, “I keep thinking about him with other women. It's driving me insane. How could he do it Evelyn?” She sniffed and rubbed at her tired eyes.

“You must keep busy,” Evelyn urged, “try not to dwell on negative thoughts. University will be starting soon, that will help keep your mind occupied.”

Sophie nodded. She looked thoroughly defeated and Evelyn was overcome by a swell of sympathy.

“Shall I make us tea?” Evelyn rose to her feet, determined to lighten the atmosphere.

“I suppose so, but ignore the herbal bags Evelyn., my body is in desperate need of a caffeine boost.” Sophie sank back into the squashy cushions, “there's only a bit of sugar left, I haven't had chance to do a grocery shop.”

Evelyn nodded, looking down at Sophie with concern. She looked so tiny and fragile, what she needed, decided Evelyn, was a little bit of tender, loving care and that started with a good brew.

The kitchen was in a worse state than the lounge. There were towers of dirty crockery piled haphazardly next to a dripping tap. The breakfast bar was covered with pictures of Sophie and Ryan cut into two and her marriage certificate had been torn into neat little squares. Evelyn sighed as she noticed a vandalised family portrait of the O'Neill's. Ryan's face was covered with ugly red spots and a pair of horns sprouted from his head. The word 'arse' had been scrawled over his grinning mouth. Evelyn opened a window to let in some fresh air then clicked on the kettle. On the vast fridge hung a collection of photographs; holiday snaps from their time in Lanzarote. Evelyn peered at the images of the bright blue skies, the golden sandy beaches which led to the rolling beauty of the wild ocean. There was a group photograph of them all together on Timinfaya mountain, with the rugged, volcanic landscape in the background. Looking at them transported her back to the balmy nights, sitting outside at relaxed restaurants, enjoying the Mediterranean food and fine wine. They had lain on the beach, with people from all over the world, while the children frolicked in the surf, watching a glorious sunset shimmer in the distance. It had been paradise. Now it was back to reality; life and all its tribulations.

“There's a packet of custard creams somewhere,” Sophie broke into her reverie as she trudged into the kitchen and perched on a stool.

“I'm going to make you and the boys some homemade shortbread,” Evelyn announced, “you'll never eat another shop produced biscuit again.”

“That sounds nice,” Sophie smiled, “maybe I should take up baking.”

Evelyn busied herself making the drinks, “shall we sit in the garden dear? It's such a lovely day and the fresh air will do us both good.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sophie opened the back door and dragged the garden furniture out of the shade. They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth and the quiet.

“This garden is beautiful,” Evelyn commented, as she watched a squirrel hopping along the fence, bushy tail twitching.

“It's big, too big,” Sophie looked around, “but yes, it is lovely. I've never really appreciated it before.”

“That Buddleia is gorgeous,” Evelyn shaded her eyes to peer across the lawn, “look at all the butterflies around it and I love the Master wort, it's my favourite summer flower.”

“I'm ashamed to admit that I've never worked in the garden,” Sophie sipped her drink, “I can't take any credit for it. We always paid other people to look after it.”

Evelyn glanced across at Sophie, wondering what she could say or do to make her friend feel happier. She was certainly in a dark place; an unfaithful husband, a crumbling marriage, the responsibility of young children to care for and a vast house to keep running.

“I don't think I can cope Evelyn,” Sophie's eyes filled with tears, “I feel utterly abandoned and I'm so constantly tired.”

Evelyn set her tea cup down and reached out her hand, “you're not alone. You have me and I'll help in any way I can.”

“Thanks,” Sophie blew her nose into a tissue.

“Are you hungry Sophie?” Evelyn asked, “maybe we could go for a pub lunch or to a café.”

“I suppose we could go to The Golden Goose,” Sophie replied dully, “It's not too far.”

“Excellent!” Evelyn beamed, “you go and titivate yourself, while I do a spot of sunbathing.”

“Okay,” Sophie's lips curved into a small smile.

When Evelyn was alone, she rummaged in her bag for her notebook and biro and began scribbling. The idea for a new novel had taken seed in her mind over the summer. It was completely different to what she had written previously. It was a bildungsroman and she had a book full of basic plot ideas and character lists, which she carried with her everywhere. Last week she had written the first draft of chapter one, on her brand new speedy computer. It had been a gift to herself, with some of Mam's inheritance money.

“I'll make you proud Mam,” she whispered to the wind, as excitement coursed through her and she let her pen transport her away to magical worlds.

* * *

“What a beautiful view!” They stood at the crest of the hill, staring downwards at the prettily laid out village, bordered by the patchwork fields of the rambling English countryside. “How long have you lived here dear? It's charming.”

“Since Ryan and I were married…” Sophie bit her lip.

“I love how it's all so natural and overgrown,” Evelyn gushed, “just listen to the birdsong.”

Sophie remained silent as they slowly began their descent, her mind was on other things.

As if sensing this, Evelyn chattered away, pointing out the numerous species of wild flowers which bordered the pebbly path.

“He hasn't even taken the boys out you know,” the words suddenly burst from Sophie, angry and bitter, “they keep asking after him. I don't know what to tell them.”

“Maybe you should discuss it with him, make arrangements.”

“I could strangle him,” Sophie kicked at the ground, creating a swirl of dust, “I feel constant anger towards him.”

“It's understandable given the way he's behaved,” Evelyn cleared her throat, “But Sophie alcohol isn't the answer.”

Sophie sighed, “You're right, if anything it's making me feel worse. It just helps me forget for a while…I feel so desperately alone. I don't think I can do this single parent malarkey. I'm not strong enough. I'm beginning to think I'm just like my mother.”

“You are not your mother,” Evelyn replied gently, taking her arm, “and of course you can cope. It takes a while to adjust, that's all. Why don't you speak to Juliette, if anyone could empathise it would be her.”

“I don't want to worry her,” Sophie replied, “she has enough to deal with as it is.”

“I'm sure she won't mind,” Evelyn said, “think of your children, they need you now more than ever.”

Sophie nodded, “I'll try,” she mumbled.

“Good.” Evelyn replied briskly, “now, which way is the pub? I'm famished.”

* * *

When they entered The Golden Goose, a silence greeted them and all eyes turned to stare their way. A line of elderly men were propped against the bar, supping tankards of ale and rustling the days newspapers. A large group of women were gathered around three tables, gossiping and eating. Above them a wide screen T.V blared the latest pop hits.

“Come on,” Evelyn took Sophie's hand, before she could turn and flee.

The bar-tender was bent over, restocking a fridge with cheap wine. Sophie winced as the thought of last night's excesses assailed her.

“What can I get you love?” He grinned cheekily at the pair of them, before turning to bellow at his wife, “turn that shite off Audrey, a man can't hear himself think over that racket.”

“Just an orange juice for me please,” Evelyn rattled the change in her purse.

“I'll have a lemonade, with extra ice,” Sophie removed her glasses and peered around the dimly lit pub.

Audrey was balancing on a stool, swiping at a dusty window. She gave her husband a cool look as she pointed the remote control towards the screen. There were nods of approval from the men as Sky Sports appeared, but Sophie winced as she recognised the colours of Chattlesbury Football Club.

“Nasty business between you and your hubby eh?” the bartender leant on a pump and surveyed Sophie with a mixture of sympathy and distaste, “he was in here two nights ago, with that gardener of his. Blind drunk the pair of them. Flashing the cash he was, bought two bottles of my most expensive champagne and drank them both in an hour. I nearly threw them out for singing while the quiz was on. Couldn't shut them up.”

“He's nothing to do with me anymore,” Sophie snapped, quickly replacing her sunglasses.

“You're better off without him love,” a woman holding a forkful of battered fish shouted at them, “once a cheat, always a cheat.” Her friends harrumphed in agreement.

“I…” Sophie opened her mouth to reply but was quickly led away by Evelyn.

“Best not to respond,” she mumbled, “it's none of their business. Let's sit over here.”

They hid in a shadowy corner, at a wobbly, beer sodden table.

“I can't stand this,” Sophie wrung her hands, “complete strangers knowing my business.”

“They'll be gossiping about someone else tomorrow,” Evelyn said sympathetically, “keep your head down, it will all blow over.” She passed Sophie a menu and they perused it in silence.

“I think I'll have the steak,” Evelyn decided, motioning to the hovering waitress.

“Me too,” Sophie let Evelyn order for them and flicked through the diary section on her phone.

“Is registration next week then?”

“Wednesday,” Evelyn confirmed, “I've spent the summer speed reading classics. I'm really looking forward to getting started and seeing everyone again and I think it will be good for you too Sophie. It will help keep your mind occupied and focused. Are you okay for childcare?”

“Heidi has offered to help more,” Sophie replied, “I'd be lost without her.”

There was a pause, “what about your mother dear?”

A look of irritation crossed Sophie's face, “too busy canoodling with my ex-gardener. We're not really speaking. Things are…awkward.”

“She seems a nice person,” Evelyn said gently.

“She acts like a teenager!” Sophie sighed wearily, “and she's completely selfish, no thought for other people's feelings. And messing with a married man, what's that all about? Are there not enough single men left in the world for her?”

Evelyn cleared her throat, “well they do say you can't help who you fall in love with, but anyway, Juliette messaged me. Her summer went well, but there's no sign of a reconciliation between her and Dr Rivers.”

“That's a real shame, those two were so romantic together,” Sophie sighed, “they reaffirmed my childhood belief in true love. What happened between them anyway? Jules was so shifty when I asked her about it.”

“I'm not completely sure,” Evelyn replied, “but I think a lot of it was down to other people's interference.”

“Well I hope they work it out, oh here comes the food, that was quick,” they chatted as they ate their meal. Sophie felt her spirits rising and was glad that she had Evelyn's company to distract her from thoughts of Ryan.

“You look better dear,” Evelyn smiled her way, “shall we have a toast?”

“Why not.”

“Here's to the future,” Evelyn said as they clinked glasses, “whatever it may hold.”