Charlotte stared back into the face of the mother of her beloved. Two years ago she had been alone, but since then she had experienced love, and such love she knew she would never know again. But on the day she had bargained for Rory’s love she had said to him that there were many kinds of love, and it was being proved to her now at this moment.
When Lizzie said to her, ‘If you don’t watch out I’ll take over, I’m made like that. Ring for tea, I said, just as if I was born to it. I tell you!’ Charlotte put out her hand and cupped the plump cheek, and what she said now and what she was to say for many years ahead was, ‘Oh, Lizzie! Lizzie! My dear Lizzie.’
THE END