MIDNIGHT - HarperCollins NZ

CHAPTER TWO
Bower Street in Blackburn was a quiet little
street of ordinary homes and ordinary families.
Like families everywhere, they all had their problems,
but the mother and daughter at Number 20 had more
than their fair share. On this fine brisk morning, Eileen
Harrow was in an angry mood.
‘If I want him in my bed, that’s for me to decide –
and you, my girl, should learn to mind your own
business!’
The sixty-year-old woman had entertained many men
in her bed these past years, and though her judgement
was sadly misguided, her determination never wavered.
‘I’m sorry, Libby. I know your father did wrong by you,
by going off when he did, but that’s all in the past – and
if I can forgive him, why can’t you?’
While Libby frantically searched for an answer, the
older woman jabbed a finger at her. ‘All right, then.
Forgive him, don’t forgive him – it’s up to you. But I
will not have my own daughter telling me what to do!’
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