Freya North
Chances
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Dedication
For Mummy
Lovely, funny, beautiful – and so very very brave. A woman of worth, indeed.
With love,
Your Chief Sherpa
Epigraph
All discarded lovers should be given a second chance
– but with somebody else
MAE WEST
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
That Shop
Oliver and Jonty
The Tree Houses
Michelle and Candy
Tinker, Spike and Boz
Something for the Weekend
The George and Dragon
The Thorpe Arms
Suzie Vs Candy
Rick
North London
Location Location Location
And So to Bed
Sting
Flower Man and Tree Fella
Tim and Vita and Rick
Helpful Unhelpful Thoughts
Suzie Vs Vita
T.P.O
The Cagoule
The Wretched Cagoule
Suzie
The Wasp Catchers
Beer and Jam
Roots
Mr Whippy
Post-Mortem
Sunday
Dermott Hogan
Day Trippers
Tim and Vita
Jamie Oliver Oliver
Jonty
The Cowgirl
Helping Hands
Tristan Tree
The Wynfordbury Taxicab
Tim and Suzie and Vita
Parenting
Elsie Mackenzie
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
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That Shop
Sitting in her shop, That Shop, on the stool behind the counter (an old console table which was for sale and had been since she opened three years ago), Vita kept her head down, nose buried in her book, yet managed surreptitiously to watch the elderly lady whilst wondering what she’d allow her to nick today. A fortnight ago, it had been a small jar of pastel-coloured guest soaps in the shapes of seashells. Prior to that, an ashtray, brass, in the shape of a Moroccan slipper. Vita didn’t think the old lady smoked, she thought her vice might be little more than the occasional sherry and shoplifting. Fascinating. And why had she stolen that tin of mini sparklers with ‘Wedding Wishes’ embossed on the lid? Not that Vita had minded – they were on offer anyway. The most expensive thing the lady had swiped had been the small pewter noughts and crosses set – but there again, no one had expressed any interest in it.
Sometimes, Vita could anticipate which object would be pilfered; at other times, she knew something had gone but it took her a couple of days to figure out quite what. She liked the fact that what was taken was dictated not by its value but by its desirability. Those sparklers had been cheap as chips but the little tin was so pretty.
Vita watched and tried to guess. The Gardener’s Handcream? The light-pull in the shape of a black cat? The old lady was currently admiring the candy-coloured dustpan set. Vita thought, She’ll never get that under her jacket. A couple of months ago, perhaps, when spring was late and it was still cold and the woman was swamped by a shabby old coat in Prince of Wales check. Today, she wore a light blouson a shade darker than her lilac rinse. What would she be able to squirrel away when true summer came? Did she choose her summer clothes on account of capaciousness of pockets? It was only June but the weathermen were predicting a heatwave for this summer. The shopkeepers of Wynford hoped so. Vita thought back to last summer and all that rain that had been so bad for business. It seemed such a long time ago now.
It was one of the animals! Vita detected a sudden lift in the old lady’s energy from near the rack at the back of the shop on which the plastic animals stood as if lining up waiting to board the wooden ark on the neighbouring table. Which, though? Which had gone?
Gazelle. Vita reckoned it had to be the gazelle. There were plenty of them left. In her experience, the children always made a beeline for the carnivores.
‘Nothing today, lassie,’ the woman said diplomatically as if, on some future occasion, with new stock, or just what she was looking for, she might be happy to part with her money.