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Author's note: sorry not to have posted for a couple of days - real life essay crisis.  Anyway, I'm giving you two chapters today to make up!

Mrs Marlow and her second daughter rarely felt the need to chat over the breakfast table when there were just the two of them.  Rowan usually had a pile of post to wade through, just occasionally emitting a groan or sigh to indicate its contents.  Her mother generally preferred the morning paper, carefully checking the home and foreign news for items that might be of interest to her husband, then skimming the social pages before ending with the crossword.

 

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Boxing Day began cold and crisp, a perfect winter morning.  Mrs Marlow, Rowan, Gin and Nicola made their way from Trennels up to the Major's in time for the ten o'clock meet.  Patrick was already waiting, hands full with a nervous-looking animal Nicola didn't recognise.  He flourished his whip at sight of her and carefully made his way over to her side.

'It's good to see you back.  How are you?'

She smiled at him.  'Cold.  Missing the sea.'  She shivered and he offered her his hipflask.

'Let's slope off after an hour or two?  Catch up properly?'  He smiled cajolingly.

 


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Two weeks later she set sail with Roger Clayton for the fjords of Norway.  Lawrie and Ann came to wave her off.

'Yes, Ann, I have plenty of clean handkerchiefs.  Though I think you'd be better off making sure Lal has one.  It's only three months, Lawrie.  And you'll be up in London, meeting lots of new people and spending all day acting.  You'll hardly notice I'm away.'

'Don't want to meet new people.  It's going to be perfectly miserable.  Oh, well.'  She visibly resigned herself, gave her twin a hug and helped her lug her gear on board ship.

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Author's note: It seems that chapter 5 is too long to post in one entry so I've split it in two!

Rowan came to collect them.  Lawrie, overcome by a fit of dejection, was clinging mournfully to Tim's hand.  Nicola maintained an outward show of cheerful good humour, slightly alarmed at the level of inner turmoil she was concealing.  Still, she'd said goodbye to Miranda on the roof and waved at the others before seating herself in the front of the Landrover to wait for her twin.

'I'm glad that's over.'

Rowan eyed her curiously.

'I thought you enjoyed school.’

'Oh yes.  I mean, I'm glad all that Last Ever School Dinner and Final Form Time stuff is over.  It's been a miserable week.  Even the Final was much of a muchness.'  She looked thoroughly gloomy.  'You are lucky, you know.  Just leaving school and never coming back without all this fuss!'

'Yes.  I can't say I wish I'd had Val Longstreet weeping over me for days on end,' said Rowan candidly.

 

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Author's note.  I apologise to all those of you who, like me, have less than no interest in cricket.  It's just that Nicola will keep playing and making me write about it.  Sorry.

Chapter 4
Speech Day was, by now, a known quantity.  Nicola was receiving a prize for Mathematics and jointly with Miranda, the School Service Award, for being Games Captain.  Lawrie had been given the English prize, Nicola thought quite unfairly to Maggie Sutton.   Mr and Mrs Merrick were being entertained by Keith but Patrick had managed to escape and join the much more informal picnic held by the Marlows.  Everyone had come, seeing it was their last chance.  Karen and her steps, Rowan, Ann, even Ginty had made the effort. 

Chapter 3

May. 12th, 2006 11:54 pm
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Author's note:  Thanks so much to everyone who's read and said nice things about this so far.  Just so you know, I'm moving out of college accommodation with free broadband access in just over 3 weeks, so the plan is to have this all online before then.  That's how I like to read fics anyway, I hate having to wait weeks and months for updates!

Chapter 3
A few days later Nicola, returning from a Seconds cricket practice, stumbled across a knot of Sixth formers sprawled lazily on the grass. Tim had a notebook and her much-thumbed copy of St Joan and was sucking a pencil. Miranda was murmuring Spanish vocab to herself. Sally and Barby were testing each other on their Chemistry notes. Lawrie lay with her eyes shut and her lips moving. Nicola, recognising the signs of rehearsal, carefully dropped a caterpillar onto her twin's nose 

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