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Barbara Erskine 3-Book Collection: Lady of Hay, Time’s Legacy, Sands of Time
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‘Are you all right?’
The woman from the produce stall had reached tentatively into the car to shake Jo by the shoulder.
Jo clutched the steering wheel, her knuckles white. The car engine was idling quietly as the sun beat down through the windscreen onto her face. She rested her forehead on the rim of the wheel for a moment, feeling suddenly sick and cold.
‘Are you all right?’ the woman repeated. ‘You’ve been sitting there for ages. I couldn’t make you hear me –’
‘I’m sorry.’ Jo looked up with an effort. ‘I think I must have fallen asleep –’
The woman looked sceptical. ‘You were staring up at the castle as if you were in a trance.’
Taking a deep breath Jo forced herself to laugh. ‘Maybe I was at that. I’m sorry, and I’m parked in your way, too. If you could help to see me out –’
‘You’re sure you’re all right?’ The woman did not look convinced as she straightened and stepped back from the car.
‘Quite sure,’ Jo said firmly. ‘Quite, quite sure.’
This Thursday was the third time she had been up to London in under a month, Dorothy Franklyn realised suddenly. She felt very tired.
Nick ordered sandwiches and coffee for them both in his office. ‘I’m sorry, Ma, but as you see I’m up to my eyes here today … I’ll get you a slap-up lunch next time you come up to town, I promise.’ He smiled at her fondly. ‘Now, what can I do for you? Your call sounded urgent.’ He had been looking at her with some concern since Jane had shown her up to his office. Her face was drawn and she seemed suddenly old and frail as she drew off her gloves.
She sat down on the low sofa which stood against one wall of the room beneath a colourful display of some of Franklyn-Greerson’s artwork. ‘I want to talk to you about Sam,’ she said without preamble.
Nick closed the office door carefully and leaned against it. ‘What about Sam?’ he asked.
‘How do you think he is?’
‘Fine. Sam has never been ill in his life as you well know.’
‘I don’t mean physically, Nick.’ She fiddled with the clasp of her handbag.
‘Then what do you mean exactly?’ Eyebrows raised, Nick sat down beside her and reached for one of her hands. ‘What is this all about?’
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