It was the next day. ‘He wants you to be comfortable,’ Sarah said earnestly. ‘Joshua Green!’ Rebekah laughed sharply and lifted her gaze from the magazine she was trying her best to read. ‘So he’s acting the Victorian papa! It’s outdated, Mama. This is the twentieth century.’ A look of resignation crossed her mother’s face. ‘You might as well say it’s what my father did, and perhaps if he hadn’t behaved in such a way, we might not have run away the way we did. Believe me, I sometimes wonder whether it was worth it.’ For a moment Rebekah was dumbfounded. She had always believed that her mother thought the world well lost for love. ‘You love Papa!’ ‘Love doesn’t pay the rent.’ ‘Daniel’s got a job,’ said Rebekah. Her mother raised her eyebrows. ‘So you’re admitting that the young man you introduced me to is the O’Neill rebel your father mentioned and not Willie Smith?’ Rebekah flushed.
What do You think about Flowers On The Mersey (2011)?
