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  to give her the full title, had wanted a son – an heir to continue the family name. She had even chosen the name

  Charles, after her own father. Fortunately for Charlotte, her father had not seemed disappointed, spending as

  much time with her as he could. He even taught her to ride and accompanied her to the Pony Club gymkhanas,

  her mother having complained she could not spare the time. In spite of knowing how much her father adored

  her, it had been hard growing up feeling her mother did not love her, gnawing away at her over the years. And

  now she had lost the loving parent and–

  ‘Are you listening to me, Charlotte?’

  ‘Yes, Mother, of course. I was ringing to see how you were. Have you seen your doctor yet? When we last

  spoke you said you were feeling off-colour.’

  ‘Humph. Yes and he’s arranged for me to see the consultant in a couple of weeks…’ Charlotte’s heart raced as

  the words evoked a feeling of dread, she barely heard her mother’s next words. ‘I’m sure it’s not necessary, just a

  lot of fuss about nothing. You know how these doctors are. Scared of being sued if they miss anything and charge

  a fortune for a load of tests.’ Her voice changed. Less angry – scared, perhaps? Charlotte felt herself grow cold. If

  her mother was scared then something was badly wrong. It wouldn’t be surprising after…But she had to focus,

  must not let her mother hear her own anxiety.

  ‘I’m sure he’s just concerned for your welfare, Mother. Do you still have the pain in your side and feel

  nauseous?’

  ‘Sometimes, but it’s probably just a reaction to the drugs I’m taking.’

  ‘Maybe, but I’m glad you’re seeing the consultant. Look, afraid I’m away at the moment but I’ll give you a ring

  when you’ve seen him. When exactly is that?’

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  Her mother told her then went on to say how well the roses had done that summer, winning First Prize again

  at the fête. Charlotte made the appropriate responses before her mother announced she could not waste any

  more time chatting, the housekeeper needed to talk to her, and rang off.

  She was left feeling both exasperated and scared. She had been dreading something like this. Had her

  mother’s cancer returned? And if so, how serious was it?

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  Pushing the dreaded thought of her mother’s cancer to the back of her mind, she headed off for her first

  aromatherapy massage with Lin. A session guaranteed to leave her as chilled as her beloved Krug. Sorely

  needed.

  At lunchtime Charlotte floated on a sea of rose geranium and frankincense towards the dining room in the

  sun lounge. She was meeting Louisa for lunch and was first to arrive. Charlotte was gazing dreamily out of the

  window admiring the garden when her friend rushed in, apologetic.

  ‘Sorry to be late, but I had a last minute appointment with the father of Paul’s friend. He’s not a guest but the

  friend, Andy, was the brilliant architect who designed the pool and this room. So Paul feels we owe him a

  favour.’

  ‘No problem. I’m not going anywhere. Had the most divine massage with Lin and can barely function at the

  moment. You’ll have to do the talking and I’ll listen.’

  Louisa laughed. ‘You remind me of how I always felt after a session with Lin. Unfortunately, now I’m staff and

  not a guest I have to wait in line and Lin’s always busy. Right, what shall we have?’

  They had just given their order when a man came up to the table and spoke to Louisa.

  ‘Sorry to interrupt your lunch, Louisa, but I wanted to thank you for fitting in my father so quickly. He’s been

  in a lot of pain but says it’s a bit better now. I’ve just come to collect him.’

  ‘Hi, Andy, you’re welcome. Oh, let me introduce you to my friend, Charlotte. She’s a guest here.’

  He turned to Charlotte, offering his hand. ‘Hello, pleased to meet you. Is this your first visit?’

  For a moment she was dumbstruck. What a gorgeous looking man! Tall, slim with dark, wavy hair, soft brown

  eyes and a firm mouth which curled up at the ends. She fought down the unbidden attraction, reminding herself

  she was off men.

  ‘Hello, Andy. Nice to meet you, too. And no, this is my second time, I was here earlier in the year which is

  when I met Louisa. I gather your father needed her magic touch?’

  He gave her a brief smile, saying, ‘Yes, he did.’ Turning back to Louisa he asked, ‘Will he need to return for

  more sessions? Paul and I have an arrangement if he does.’

  Louisa nodded. ‘He told me. I’d like to see your father again next week, to check if he’s keeping up the

  exercises I gave him. And his back’s pretty stiff, probably from arthritis. Not surprising considering his work.’

  Andy was about to say something when the food arrived and he muttered a quick goodbye and left.

  Charlotte was left feeling annoyed. Annoyed with herself for her initial attraction to Andy and unreasonably

  annoyed with him for showing not the slightest interest in her.

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  ‘This looks wonderful! Chef told me he’s been working on new recipes for the centre and we’ve been

  discussing a new book containing them. Perhaps a complimentary book for all guests?’ she said, gushing in her

  need to move on.

  ‘Sounds a great idea. Would need to run it past my father, of course, but I think he would go for it. As long as

  it’s not silly expensive!’ Louisa grinned as she filled her fork with seared tuna.

  ‘I’ve thought of that and we could keep the costs down by printing on demand and also offering the book to

  purchase by non-guests. Could be a great marketing exercise.’

  Louisa agreed and they discussed various ideas before she stood up to leave for her next client.

  Charlotte asked slyly, ‘So, did you two get an early night?’ Louisa reddened and admitted they did and

  Charlotte offered a thumbs up. She went on, ‘Would you like to come for dinner tonight at my place? Paul’s

  coming too,’ Louisa said, still pink. Charlotte was happy to accept and, once on her own, her thoughts turned

  again to Andy. Was he single? Probably not, he was too damn attractive. Stop it! She chided herself. Pulling

  herself together she slipped outside and strode out towards the cliff path. What she needed was a good long

  walk and fresh air, not reminders of what she used to have.

  The early evening sky was a darkening blue and the sun hung low on the horizon as Louisa drove with Charlotte

  to St Peter Port. The dark nights were edging ever closer and the women bemoaned the end of summer.

  ‘I’ve really enjoyed being out in the garden in the evenings after work and at weekends we’ve had friends

  round for barbecues. I’m glad Dad snapped up the lease as I’m sure the house would have gone quickly to

  someone else. It has such a pretty garden which I can’t wait to show you, and luckily it’s warm enough to eat

  outside tonight.’

  ‘Lovely. I’m pleased you’ve settled in, but what are your long-term plans? Will you sell your London house?’

  Louisa sighed. ‘Depends on what happens with Paul. If we can get over this bad patch the idea is for him to

  move in with me and then eventually buy our own home. I’m not sure what I’d do if we were to split…’ she

  looked so unhappy Charlotte gripped her shoulder.

  ‘Hey! Don’t be so defeatist, I’m sure you two are
meant for each other and you’ll come through this even more

  in love. Paul adores you, but you need to tell him you’re there by his side. Big Sis says so, remember.’

  Louisa turned to face her and grinned. ‘Thanks, Big Sis. Always wanted a sister or brother you know. I’d

  happily settle for you as a surrogate.’

  ‘Good. That’s agreed. From now on we’re sisters in all but name. Oh! Is this your house?’

  Louisa steered the convertible into the drive of the semi-detached house and switched off the engine. ‘Yes,

  lovely isn’t it? And it’s so quiet in the close that I forget I’m virtually in the centre of Town. Come on, I’ll show

  you around before I start cooking.’

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  Charlotte admired the 1930s house which appeared recently modernised. Louisa proudly showed her the

  garden, with a small lawn and patio surrounded by shrubs, offering privacy from the neighbours. It was

  delightful and Charlotte could see why her ‘sister’ was so happy there.

  ‘So, what time’s Paul arriving?’

  Louisa was removing vegetables and chicken breasts from the fridge and said, ‘In about an hour. Which is fine

  as I can prepare the food and cook it as soon as he arrives. We’re having an easy stir-fry. Now, how about a glass

  of wine? White or red? Sorry, we’re all out of Krug!’ She laughed.

  ‘White would be lovely, thanks. And even I can have too much champagne, you know.’ She sat on a bar stool

  while Louisa poured two glasses of wine before chopping the vegetables. Charlotte felt uncomfortable with the

  domesticity of it. The preparation of the meal, waiting for the man to arrive – it took her back to the time of her

  marriage. Not that she ever prepared the food; they had a housekeeper, Mrs Thomas, who moved with them to

  her father’s house in London after his death. But Charlotte had helped to choose the meals and would always

  make sure there was a glass of something ready for Richard on his return in the evening. Until the excuses about

  working late began…And now her friend Louisa was worried about her own relationship, albeit for different

  reasons. She knocked back her wine.

  When everything was ready they took their drinks outside to enjoy the last rays of the sun.

  Paul arrived, more or less on time, and he set the table outside while Charlotte lit the candles in the lanterns.

  Within minutes the stir-fry was ready and everyone tucked in. Once they had finished, the plates were cleared

  and glasses refilled.

  ‘This is heaven. I can understand why you love it here, Louisa. I should eat outside at home, too, but it seems

  such a fag asking Mrs Thomas to take everything into the garden for me. I usually eat in the breakfast room as

  the dining room’s far too grand unless I’m entertaining. But I don’t do much these days, since…since Richard

  left.’ Charlotte sighed.

  ‘Perhaps you will again soon. We’ll just have to find you a man! Oh, that reminds me, Paul, Andy brought his

  father in for a session with me today and I said Jim should come back next week. Is it okay?’

  ‘Sure. I told Andy we’d cover a couple of sessions and he’ll pay us a reasonable fee for more if needed. He

  wants Jim to think we’re not charging at all as he’s too proud to accept what he’d call charity.’ Paul sipped his

  wine. ‘Did you know he wants to uncover what really happened to his grandfather during the occupation?

  Apparently Jeanne offered to help as she was researching that period for her next book, but she’s rather up to

  her eyes in nappies these days,’ he said, laughing. ‘A pity, as he seems really keen to help his dad.’

  ‘Sounds intriguing. What’s the mystery?’ Charlotte asked, leaning forward.

  ‘I don’t know the whole story, but it boils down to the fact Jim’s father, Edmund, was killed a month before

  the end of the war, not long after having being labelled an informer by his younger brother Harold. The police

  never found who did it, although they suspected a POW looking for food. Anyway, Edmund’s widow, Madeleine,

  was apparently shunned by the family and left Guernsey soon after the liberation. Harold later inherited the

  extensive family property which is now worth a mint, but no-one knew Madeleine was pregnant with Jim. He

  should by rights have inherited, you see.’ He topped up their glasses and leant back in his chair.

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  ‘That’s so unfair! I’m not surprised Andy wants to help. But surely Jim’s the one to demand answers?’ Louisa

  said, looking shocked.

  ‘I agree, but for some reason he’s not pursued it. He’s much more laid-back than his son, as I’m sure you

  found. Jim’s a lovely guy, salt of the earth, and not got a grasping bone in his body, but he’s not very worldly.’

  ‘Is Andy an only child? He seemed quite concerned for his father when we saw him,’ Charlotte asked.

  ‘Yes he is. They’re very close, both love fishing and often go out in Jim’s boat together. We occasionally buy

  some of their catch for La Folie if they have any spare.’

  ‘Don’t their wives mind them going out fishing if it takes up so much time?’ Charlotte asked, casually.

  ‘Jim’s wife Yvette is only too glad of the fish on the table and Andy was divorced years ago.’

  Louisa raised her eyebrows at Charlotte, who pretended not to notice. She swirled her wine around the glass,

  keeping her face neutral, but inwardly she felt her heart pump faster. Her mind began to race.

  ‘Perhaps I could help.’ As soon as the words were out, Charlotte wondered why on earth she had said it.

  Stupid, stupid, woman! But it would give her something to take her mind off her failed attempt at writing…

  Paul and Louisa looked at her, surprised.

  ‘I mean with the research. What if I carry on where Jeanne left off, go through the records etc. See if I can find

  out anything pertinent to what happened. My forte’s always been research and as I’m struggling with my writing

  at the moment I’d be happy to assist.’ She sipped her wine, looking across at her friends.

  ‘That’s kind of you, but aren’t you here to relax and not tie yourself down with researching in dusty books?

  Andy’s waited years for answers so I’m sure he can wait a bit longer till Jeanne’s back in writing mode,’ Paul

  said.

  ‘Yes, Paul’s right. I thought you were here to recharge, not get involved in other people’s problems?’ Louisa

  gave her a quizzical look.

  ‘I’m sure I can do both. And it might just kick-start my own writing, which quite frankly, needs something to

  move it along. But ultimately it will be up to Andy and Jeanne to decide whether they want me to come on board.

  By the way, how did Jeanne get involved in the first place?’

  ‘Nick and Andy have been friends since boyhood as their fathers were great mates, all living in St Sampson.

  So he and Jeanne were keen to help in any way they could,’ said Paul, emptying his glass. ‘Anyone for a refill? I

  can open another bottle.’

  The women shook their heads. Charlotte, thinking Louisa and Paul might want time alone, suggested

  ordering a taxi. Paul insisted on driving her back, saying he needed an early night with new guests arriving on

  the first flight from the UK. As she hugged Louisa, her friend whispered, ‘I think you’ve an ulterior motive about

  this research lark. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes!’

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  Charlotte didn’t comment, just smiled bef
ore following Paul to his car. Once they were heading out of town,

  she said, ‘I am serious about helping Andy, you know. It does sound as if his family’s had a raw deal and I’m all

  for obtaining justice. Would you mind passing on my offer?’

  Paul glanced at her. ‘If you’re sure, but you know it wouldn’t be right for you to work on anything within the

  confines of La Folie. Strictly against the ethos of the centre. We want to encourage guests to leave the rest of the

  world behind while they recharge.’

  ‘Yes, of course, that’s why I left my laptop at home. But I’m sure something could be worked out if Andy and

  Jeanne accept my offer. I’m only booked in for two weeks and could stay longer somewhere else if needed.

  There’s no urgent need for me to return home so…’ Charlotte shrugged, trying not to think about her mother’s

  illness. For the moment it made sense to be fully occupied with something which had a purpose rather than play

  at writing a novel, which she still hoped to do. But it was much more important to help a family in need, wasn’t

  it?

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  Charlotte woke the following day after a disturbed night’s sleep. In spite of their decidedly tricky relationship,

  she did love her mother. As an only child she also felt responsible for her, and had promised her father she

  would “keep an eye on the old girl, m’dear, she’s not as strong as she likes to pretend”. Easier said than done

  with a mother who offered only criticism, she thought, struggling to wake up. Feeling guilty about being

  pampered in the spa while her mother was unwell, Charlotte consoled herself with the thought there was little

  she could do until she had seen the oncologist, and crawled out of bed to grab a quick shower.

  Within a few days Charlotte settled into the calm, relaxed atmosphere of La Folie, allowing herself to step

  back from her worries and live in the moment. As she walked around the garden one morning she realised the