Mary Gibson

Don’t matter about what Archie Goss gives you or don’t give you, a woman needs her own money.’

But, Kate, I couldn’t carry on, it was breaking my heart. So, I do go. And I see my darling boy whenever I can

there’s so much I can’t remember about the war, yet I know it happened. I have the wounds to prove it!’

where will I go? how will I live?
The same place and the same way I have since I was six, she answered.

You can be special and still be a bastard

Guilt. Guilt, not grief.

e’d robbed you of your mother, hadn’t he?

She wondered at how resilient he was, how such a small thing as a visit and a packet of biscuits could so cheer him.

down from heaven into the pit of hell.

It was because of Nora and what she suspected Martin still felt for her.