Her Hand In Marriage
Romillie opened her eyes to a bright sunshiny morning and knew it was going to be a good day. Wrong! Well, perhaps not totally. Her mother, a poor sleeper, was already up and about when Romillie went down the stairs.
'Any plans for today?' Romillie asked gently. Eleanor Fairfax had suffered for some years with general low spirits and feelings of inadequacy, but of late there were more good days than bad.
'If this weather holds I thought I might do a spot of weeding or…' she hesitated '…I might take a sketchpad outside.'
Romillie's spirits soared. Her mother was a professional artist—portraits mainly. She was truly gifted but had not so much as picked up a sketching pencil in an absolute age.
'The forecast is good,' Romillie answered lightly, taking a quick glance at her watch and getting up and taking her cereal bowl over to the kitchen sink. 'Better be off. Don't want to be late.'
It was not far to the dental practice where she worked. But because she liked to return home in her lunch hour, and since her mother had given up driving, Romillie made the journey in her mother's car.
They lived in the village of Tarnleigh on the Oxfordshire and ... read full excerpt from: Her Hand in Marriage ebook
