“ Vesta was so good with paperwork – you could hand her a file of drab, seemingly dull information and she’d construct a story from it worthy of a novel. Sara Sheridan
“ Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true. Sara Sheridan
“ He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn’t shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back. Sara Sheridan
“ Mirabelle sat down, dropping into the cushions like a ball being caught in a large leather glove. Sara Sheridan
“ It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh. Sara Sheridan
“ Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years? Sara Sheridan
