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quite sure that she felt like talking to
strangers just yet.
    “Well we’ve spoken to the practice manager, Elspeth, and she
suggested that if you go in withmefor a couple of hours, Callie, the full time
receptionist, will show you the ropes.” Richard enthused.  “You would only
be working three mornings, Monday to Wednesday from eight until midday. Margery
the other part time receptionist works the other days, and the doctors and staff
are lovely.  You'll fit right in, darling.”  Richard held his breath,
hopeful that Lucy would agree as she needed to be distracted for a while.
    “Well you’ve got this all worked out haven’t you?” 
Lucy smiled as Gerald and Richard both nodded enthusiastically.  “Okay, on
one condition, if it all turns out horribly wrong you owe me a pair of diamond
earrings.”  Lucy wanted a pair since she’d been a child, and it was a long
term joke between them that she’d never been a good enough daughter for Gerald
to buy her any.
    Gerald reached across and held out his hand.  “Okay,
let’s shake on it.  If your time here and working at the surgery turns out
to be a disaster, one pair of diamond earrings is yours.  Deal?”
    “Deal.” Lucy agreed and shook his hand.  “Okay, well
I’m off to bed that mulled wine has made me extremely sleepy.”  Lucy stood
up and kissed her father and Richard tenderly on their cheeks.
    “Night, sweetheart and hopefully sleep well,” called Gerald
as Lucy disappeared from the room.
    “Well, you pulled that one off.” Richard leaned across and
took Gerald’s hand.  “I didn’t think that she’d go for it.”
    “I know, but if it keeps her occupied and stops her thinking
of Simon and Jennifer ‘bloody bitch face’ Grayson, then it will be worth
it.  I can’t stand the thought of her being so sad.  I just had to
get her away from there.”
    “I know Gerald. The main thing is she’s here now, so let’s
hope it helps.”

Chapter 4
    On the night that she arrived at her father’s house, Lucy
slept more soundly than she had in weeks.  There were no terrible dreams
about Simon, or tossing and turning endlessly trying to get to sleep.  She
got into the huge, comfy, king-sized bed and was fast asleep within ten
minutes.  The following morning she didn’t wake until gone nine, and when she
did she felt calm and rested.  As she lay staring at the ceiling for a few
minutes, Lucy heard her father and Richard pottering around downstairs. 
The smell of cooking bacon and rich coffee wafted under the bedroom door.
 Lucy lowered her feet onto the deep pile carpet, stretched, stood up and
took her dressing gown from the hook on the back of the door. 
    She padded down the oak staircase listening to Gerald and
Richard talking and laughing as they prepared breakfast in the kitchen. 
She walked in and smiled.  Lucy loved the large kitchen with its stone
floor and whitewashed walls.  A farmhouse table stood at one end, with
seats for eight people, and on top of it, a china jug full of wild
flowers.  Shaker style cupboards were painted a beautiful dove grey, and
at the vast patio doors - now opened on to the large, flower filled garden -
hung a thick, rich grey fabric, smattered with sprigs of lilac wisteria.
    “Good morning sleepy head.”  Richard turned around from
the large range cooker, a modern replacement for the old Aga that he and Gerald
could never master.  “How did you sleep? I'm guessing fairly well.”
    “Really well thanks,” said Lucy.  She kissed her dad
and Richard on the cheek.  “Hmm something smells good.”  She leaned over
Gerald’s shoulder, looking to see what he was turning over on the grill.
    “I thought that you were looking a little skinny and needed
a good old Gerald Falmer breakfast.”  He beamed at his daughter and kissed
the tip of her nose.  “Now go and sit down, and I’ll bring it over when
it’s ready, well, Richard will,” he laughed, nodding at the crutch in his