‘This is going to be yours and Freddie’s home soon. You don’t want the only other bedroom in the house stuffed full of Arthur’s things.’ She had smiled at Grace knowingly. ‘After all, it won’t be long before you have little ones to think about.’ Grace had smiled back, her eyes full of tenderness at the thought of children. ‘You and Freddie will have such beautiful babies,’ May had gushed. ‘And I’ll be a grandmother. Goodness, who’d have ever thought I’d grow to be so old!’In his will, Arthur had left everything to Grace. Fortunately, he wasn’t a man who hoarded things. His bedroom had been kept neat and tidy and anything of importance was stored in a chest of drawers at the end of the bed.May and Grace set to work on a Saturday in late November. Rain clattered against the window panes and the sun never managed to penetrate the thick cloud that hung like stodgy porridge just above the treetops.Grace made them both cups of tea. She had been so anxious about going through her beloved father’s possessions that she hadn’t slept at all.
