A Nanny For Keeps. Liz Fielding

in, she was pretty sure that for people like Selina Talbot time was infinitely more flexible and it was possible that her plane hadn’t yet taken off.

      ‘Don’t you want to look after me?’ Maisie demanded, reclaiming her attention.

      ‘It isn’t a question of what I want,’ she said. In another time, another life—

      Maisie regarded her steadily, her dark eyes wide and innocent, and said, ‘Is it because I’m not my mother’s own little girl? Because I’m a different colour from her?’