![]() The toddler began to cry and the woman glanced down and grabbed her by one arm and pulled her back up the beach. She was talking into a mobile phone, gesticulating with her free hand. The woman was not much older than Kate herself. She had her arms held out as if she wanted to be cuddled. There was a young woman with a small girl, about three years old. Kate will you come into work an hour early tomorrow? Be so grateful :) Kate heard her ringtone and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Small children were standing in frilly costumes looking down with delight at the frothing water. In front of her the sea was restless, shrugging wave after wave towards the shore. They had camped in little groups with wind breakers curved protectively around them. ![]() Below her there were families on the beach. She was standing on the esplanade leaning on the wall. There was no varnish and no rings no decoration of any kind. The fingers were thin and seemed to tremble as she stared at them. Her hands were pale, a threadwork of veins just visible underneath the skin. Chapter Thirty-Three Anne Cassidy Copyright For Terry with much love
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