Always and Forever. Betty Neels

she was last here, she reflected; she had been sixteen and her father had died a few months earlier…

      The village, when they reached it, was in darkness, but her aunt’s house, standing a little apart from the row of brick and plaster cottages near the church, welcomed them with lighted windows.

      Josh got out and helped her with the animals and she followed him up the path to the front door, which Great-Aunt Thisbe had opened.

      ‘Welcome to my home, child,’ she said. ‘And yours for as long as you need it.’