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LAST
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SUE LAWRENCE
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All the characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental.
First published in Australia and New Zealand by Allen & Unwin in 2018
First published in the United Kingdom by Freight Books in 2016
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her arms round her son and daughter, who had scuttled
over to join her.
Shall we see Pappas train? James tipped his chin up
in an attempt to see more clearly through the window.
Will the train blow over in the big wind, Mamma?
No, Lizzie, it will not. Pappa shall be here as usual
for your bedtime prayers. Ann lifted up her eight-year-
old daughter and stood her on the window seat, adjusting
the girls long nightgown as she did so. She tried to help
her son but he clambered up onto the plump cushions
himself. I am ten years old now, I dont need help, he
muttered.
They gazed out through the whirling wind at the
heaving waters beyond. The full moon was obscured by
dark, scudding clouds.
There, see. Lights! said James, pointing across the
river, towards Fife.
Ann turned to check the longcase clock behind the
lamp; it was nearly quarter past seven. Its a little late, I
do hope it wont speed.
She watched the lights of the train as it rounded the
curve at Wormit and straightened up onto the bridge. It
has passed the signal box now, Ann whispered.
Pappa says it must slow down over the bridge.
As they watched the train continue at full speed, Ann
clenched her hands tightly together. The train entered
the high girders and she held her breath.
Look, more lightning, Mamma! Lizzie cried,
cowering into her mother, whose mouth opened wide. For
Ann saw not lightning, but a brilliant sheet of flame from
the iron girders and a comet-like burst of fiery sparks
from the engine. In one long trail, the streak of lights and
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bag had been taken. How could she not have heard him
open the creaky wardrobe door? Then she remembered
that she was taking antihistamines for her hay fever
and had slept heavily, as if drugged. She glanced at the
packet of Piriton on her bedside table and then noticed
the envelope.
She eased herself onto the bed to sit down, put on her
glasses and ripped it open.
Fi, like I said, I love you, always will. But Ive got
to move on. Give Jamie a hug and tell him to keep
up the drawing. Hell be an architect one day like his
dad. xx
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Ann Craig yanked her cape from the coat stand and
threw it over her lilac gown. With clumsy fingers, she
buttoned it up in front of the mirror. Her face looked
paler than usual, framed by her dark hair. Usually this
was where she preened, tilting her head from right to
left, pinching her cheeks to add colour; at this moment
though, grooming was far from her mind. She fastened
the hook at the collar and strode towards the door.
Wait, Mrs Craig, said Mrs Baxter, heaving her bulky
frame as fast as she could along the corridor. Donald
will go with you.
Donald Baxter emerged behind his wife. Normally
smart with his hair neatly combed, tonight he looked
windswept. He pulled his cap from his pocket and said,
Ill come too, Mrs Craig. Im just in. Theres a commotion
down by the shore, no ones sure whats happened.
Ann pulled her hat firmly onto her head and opened
the door. As the wind whirled around them, her hat blew
off and she ran to fetch it. It was caught in a rose bush so
she ripped it from the thorns and rammed it once again
onto her head, holding it in place with her hand.
Will you not let me go down myself, Mrs Craig, and
find out whats going on? This isnt a night for a lady to
be out.
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