For the Love of Margot
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#1: For the Love of Margot Author: RosyLocation: Gloucestershire-London-Aberystwyth PostPosted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:15 pm


I'll post what I have, since it got deleted in the Great Deletion. And I'll try and update soon!

FOR THE LOVE OF MARGOT.

Meg Harvey closed her eyes in relief. She had struggled to soothe her daughter for most of their long journey, and now, finally, the little girl was fast asleep on her mothers lap, her black lashes against her pale cheek. Evie coughed, a hard brittle little cough, and Meg opened her eyes in alarm, casting them over the sleeping child. It did not wake her however, although the gentleman opposite heard the sound with some concern. Jack Maynard had boarded their carriage at Cardiff, and his doctor’s eye had noted the child’s condition during the journey to Armiford. Meg noticed him watching them, and pulled the blanket a little tighter around Evie.
Jack smiled to himself, and thought of his own three girls. Margot, the youngest of the triplets particularly came to mind. Now nearly two years of age, she had struggled with bouts of bronchitis for some months through the winter, despite the soft air of the Welsh hills, and was watched carefully. Although he knew she, and her sisters were safe in the hands of his brother-in-law Jem Russell, he still longed to be there to take care of his youngest girl himself.
He cast a glance at his watch. Twenty to six. The girls would probably be having their supper by now. He smiled at the thought of the three of them, and his beloved Joey in the nursery at Plas Gwyn. He missed them greatly while he was away, and although he was proud to do his bit for his country, he was sad to miss their baby years. It was certainly time that could never be rerun: yet he knew that in order to remove the evil that ran across so much of Europe, he and many men alike would have to make sacrifices for the common good.
His ears pricked up again as the child in the seat opposite coughed again. Something was not quite right there, he mused, and yet he could not quite put his finger on it. Perhaps the child was being sent out to recuperate: it was quite possible. The girl who held the child did not particularly old, but Jack had spent many years in a country where girls married and became mothers at quite a young age. He studied the features of his companion a little more carefully.
Meg was aware that she looked tired and a little thin. “Go to Llangarron soon Meg darling, please” her husband had urged as he had kissed her goodbye an evening or two before. “Aunt Arwydd will look after you and baby, and I will be with you as soon as I can be. Meg had nodded and tried to force a smile as Charles had boarded his train, knowing it might be many months before they saw each other again.
The slowing of the train jerked Meg from her thoughts and startled her daughter. Evie coughed ferociously, and waking clutched at her mother. “Mama?” she cried. Meg smoothed the baby’s hair from her eyes. “It’s alright poppet, we’re almost there now. Not much longer.” She murmured. Jack looked up. “It shouldn’t be much further now Ma’am.” He said. “I believe we’ll be at Armiford within the next twenty minutes or so. It is Armiford that you’re going to?” He smiled reassuringly at her, and Meg nodded. “Well, Armiford station certainly.” She replied, “I’m actually headed to Llangarron.” Meg wasn’t quite sure why she trusted this information to this man, but he seemed friendly enough. It seemed people outside of the city were. Several people had helped her along her journey, seeing her struggling with her daughter, and her trunk.
There was a pause.
“Are you local to the area?” she ventured. Jack chuckled. “My wife and kids live at Howells Village,” he answered. “It is a little outside Armiford. I was rather hoping someone would meet me at the station, as it’s rather a trek, but the girls will be going to bed about now I would have thought.” Meg nodded, as Jack continued, “Llangarron is a pretty enough place.”
Meg suddenly felt tongue-tied, and the carriage remained silent for a number of minutes as the train continued to trundle towards Armiford.

“All change for Armiford” rang the tones of the guard, his life in the valleys evident in the lilt of his voice, “All change please.”

Jack nodded to Meg as he stood up. “Have a safe trip to Llangarron.” He said, lifting his bag down from the rack. “Will you be needing a hand with your cases at all?” He glanced around the carriage, as the train slid slowly into the station.
Meg looked at her drowsy child, and then accepting his kind offer agreed “Oh that would be so kind. I’ve a case in the guard’s van, and I’m not sure how I’d manage that and Evie.” Jack smiled, and turned to leave, his footsteps echoing down the corridor of the carriage as he strolled to the guard’s van.

Meg met him on the platform, still holding Evie in her arms. Jack held out his hand out to Meg, “Dr Jack Maynard. I felt I should introduce myself.” And then cast a glance around the platform. The only people around appeared to be a couple of land girls who were walking out of the other side of the station. There did not appear to be anyone waiting, and Jack felt that he could hardly leave this girl and her child to fend for herself, regardless of how much he wanted to get back to Joey.
“I thought my husband’s godfather might meet me,” Meg faltered. A shy girl, she was unaccustomed to travelling, particularly with a young child. As she spoke a figure appeared out of the shadows of the autumn evening and called to her. “Margaret, is that you dear?” the figure moved into the half-light of the dusk, and Meg looked relieved. “Uncle David!”

The gentleman crossing the platform could see little of the features of his godson’s wife from a distance, but recognised her slim silhouette. As the Reverend David Grey-Thomas reached the pair he could see how tired Meg looked. “I’m glad you got here safely child. Just the one trunk?” He turned to Jack. “Dr Maynard, are you well? Back on leave sir?” The two men shook hands. They could hardly be described as close friends, but most people in the area were by now familiar with the San and the School, and David was aware of who Jack was, if little else. “Just back for a few days or so, Reverend,” Jack answered, “See my girls.” The kindly priest nodded, and turned to Meg. “ You must be tired dear, and Evelyn too. We must get you home. Dr Maynard, can we offer you a lift?” Despite the petrol shortages, Plas Gwyn was only a slight diversion from his intended route home, and the older man was of a generous nature.
“Well, Sir, that would be kind. If it isn’t an inconvenience to you.” Jack answered, moving to lug the trunk that Meg had brought with her towards the car.

“Come, Margaret, you can lie Evelyn out across the back seat of the car.” David called to Meg. Meg moved towards the vehicle gratefully. “Thankyou Uncle,” she answered as they left the platform, and walked over to the car, adjacent to the station.

Jack and David chatted amiably as the car journey continued, while Meg sat drowsily in the back seat, with her small daughter asleep on the seat beside her. “Howells Village is it?” David queried, as much to himself as to anyone else. Jack confirmed that it was adding, “I live at Plas Gwyn, just outside, but it’s no trouble to walk the extra mile or so. That little girl looks as if she needs her bed.”
David glanced at Meg and nodded. “I think they’ve had a long day, and Evelyn has been quite poorly of late.” He confided. “She’s so much better now though” came a voice from the back of the car. The doctors were quite concerned earlier in the year.” Meg looked softly at the little girl, “We thought we might lose her at one point.”


The Reverend dropped Jack off in the centre of Howells Village, and steered the car towards his own abode, another five miles or so away. Jack waved as the car disappeared into the shadows of the night, and set off back to the little cottage he shared with his young family. He smiled to himself, as he walked, remembering his girls. He was so proud of them. Jack couldn’t quite believe his luck sometimes. He was very blessed to have such a beautiful wife, and three daughters, though he suspected they might not be the last.
He hoped to tiptoe into their nursery when he returned, just to sit with them, to revel in their presence. Jack was still astounded that he even had three daughters. Triplets were certainly no mean feat, and in a way, so typical of Joey. In each of them he could see his wife. Could see her beauty, her smiles, her happiness embedded in a part of each of them. He wondered how they had grown since he had seen them last. At their age, toddlers certainly grew fast, and although Jo had written to him frequently while he had been in France, he was still aware that he had missed a good deal. Letters kept his spirits high, but his babies were the tonic he needed right now. The girls were growing into their own selves now. As small babies they had been alike in all but their eyes, but sure enough, as they became tots, and then little girls, each had grown into her own character, and their different looks were beginning to reveal themselves fully now. They would be three on their next birthday he mused. The years had flown by.

He was by now, approaching Plas Gwyn, and it was nearly half-past six. Len, Connie and Margot were sure to be in bed by now, for Margot especially remained frail, and Jo knew the value of sleep in healing such a child. Years living with Robin had confirmed this to her. He pondered who might be at the house.

There was a yell, which startled him from his thoughts, as he marched up the road steadily towards Plas Gwyn. Daisy and Robin had been sat out on the lawn, waiting for Jo to come down from seeing her girls in the Nursery, and Robin, glancing down the lane, had spotted a familiar figure. “Jack, Jack, why didn’t you tell us you were coming back?” Robin and Daisy flung themselves at their brevet uncle, and clung to him. Jack chuckled and hugged the girls back. “Really, you two, how old are you? To be throwing yourselves about the place like that.” He ruffled Robin’s hair, and tweaked one of Daisy’s plaits. “I didn’t know myself until this morning, which is why I didn’t tell you.” The three walked through the garden gate, rather a task, for the gate was not entirely suited to three-a-breadth on the pathway. The two girls chattered at him, telling them about their day, and so forth, and brought him into the hallway. As Jack bent down to put his satchel on the floor, a voice came from the top of the stairs.

“Robin! Daisy! All this noise! I’ve just got the babies to sleep. Hush yourselves.” Joey exclaimed. Jack looked up at his wife, and smiled at her. “ I’m sorry Jo. Did we wake them?”
Joey clapped her hand to her mouth in amazement. “How…you…..when…..what?”
Jack ascended the stairs in four or five stairs, and held Jo steady for she looked as if she might fall. “I only found out I had leave this morning Joey-girl. Which is why I didn’t have time to telegram if I had wanted to be here at a reasonable hour. Now, don’t you have a kiss for your husband?” Jo’s eyes softened, and tears threatened to spill over as she lifted her face to his.
Robin pulled Daisy out of the hall and into the kitchen. “Come on,” she urged “They’ll come down soon enough.”

Joey was shaking as Jack held her in his arms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t let you know my darling,” he murmured. “I got your latest letter yesterday, and my reply wouldn’t have gotten to you just yet. I’ve missed you so much. And the babies. They must have grown so much.”
Jo rested her head upon his shoulder, and smiled. “Oh they have, my love. We’ve missed you too.”

Neither wanted to move apart. Both simply desired to stand, close, intimate, for as long as they could, revelling in the sense of being together again.

After a little while, Jack took his wife by the shoulders, and looked into her beautiful dark eyes. “ I could stand here, with you in my arms forever my love,” he murmured “but Daisy and Rob are waiting for us, and for their supper, and there is time for this later.” Joey brought her face close to his, and kissed his cheek softly. “ I know. We should go down. Do you want to see the babies quickly? They were almost asleep.” Jack nodded “ I should like that.” He answered her, and she took his hand and led him into the nursery, where the three little girls were slumbering peacefully.

Jack sank to his knees next to the bed where the babies slept. For the time being they were all in one big bed since they were not quite big enough to have their own beds, and they seemed content to sleep together. Jo slipped down next to him soundlessly, and he turned to her. “They become more beautiful every time I see them,” he murmured, taking Joey’s hand in his. Jo smiled, and touched Connie’s cheek. “They haven’t changed at all, except to get bigger,” she replied. Jack regarded his daughters again. He thought he could see a hint of blond in Margot’s curls, but he would need to see her in the light to be sure. Len and Connie still seemed to be the image of each other. Margot stirred in her sleep a little, and Joey ran her hand over the little girl’s head. “We should go and have supper Jack,” she said, in low tones, careful not to wake the little ones sleeping. The couple stood up carefully, and quietly, and moved from the nursery onto the landing. As Joey pulled the door to, Jack took her hands, and pulled her towards him. “ I love you Josephine,” he murmured to her “I love you, I love our babies, and I’ve missed you more than you can ever know.”



Across the lanes, Meg Harvey was settling into her new home. The kindly David had set aside the curate’s cottage adjacent to the vicarage at Llangarron, and his wife, Arwydd had provided some crockery, and linen for her, as well as some fresh rolls , a pat of butter, and some milk as well as a jar of local honey. She had laid Evie down in the little bed to the side of hers, and covered her over with a blanket, to make sure she didn’t have any chance of catching cold. Although Evie was much better than she had been earlier in the year, she had been simply unable to regain the strength that a nasty chest infection had sapped, and this was still a great matter of concern. Therefore Meg was greatly concerned to make sure that her baby was not exposed to anything more than was strictly necessary.

As Evie slept, her mother unpacked the possessions they had brought with them from their home in London. A rug here, a photograph of Charles for the mantelpiece, and one of the three of them together, amongst other bits and bobs made the little house seem far more familiar. She tidied their clothes away into the heavy oak chest of drawers, and smoothed the eiderdown on the bed. She moved around the little cottage quietly, opening a window here, and making things to her liking.
Once finished, she sat down in the armchair at the far end of the kitchen, and regarded her new abode. It was pretty, clean, fresh, and she and Evie would be well looked after here, there was no doubt of that. Aunt Arwydd was a force to be reckoned with, for sure, but there was a heart of gold under her fierce exterior. Arwydd was particularly fond of Evelyn, and Meg was sure that her brevet aunt would be pleased to hear her latest news.
While she was sat there, she heard footsteps on the path outside, and the aforementioned Arwydd popped her head around the door.
“Have you settled in, blodwyn?” she queried, smiling at the young girl. Meg nodded, and motioned for her to sit down. “Thankyou so much for taking us in like this , Auntie, it is kind.”
Arwydd eyed her brevet niece and nodded. “Tis no trouble,” she leant forward “to tell you the truth, I’ll be glad of the company. Now, how are you? You’re thin. Too thin. You’ve been worrying about that child of yours too much. And Dai tells me she still isn’t right. It isn’t right that bronchitis should go on for so long, pet, what do the doctors say?” Arwydd paused for breath, and Meg sighed, and began to fill Arwydd in on the details of her daughters illness. As she finished, Meg looked down into her lap, and cradled the slight swelling in her belly. Looking up at her aunt, she finished “ Evie still isn’t strong, and I’m at a loss as to what to do next, what with another one the way.” Arwydd smiled, and placed a hand on her niece’s shoulder as she got up to leave. “We’ll get her well lovie, we will. There’s a good doctor in the hills. With God’s grace, something will come of it.”
For Meg, the rolling hills of the Wye Valley were almost perfect: only two small things clouded the time that she would spend there. Firstly, the absence of her husband. He, like so many had been called up, and Meg had been left with their daughter, Evelyn, and their unborn child, to make her way to the nearest thing to family either of them had. Meg’s own parents had died in an automobile accident when she was just 19, and Charles’ father had died when he was a toddler. He had been brought up by his mother, supported by David and Arwydd when they had had their parish in Salisbury, and when she had died the year before, the kindly couple had made it very clear that Meg and Charles were to regard Llangorran as their home.
The second was her faith. In some ways, Meg was lucky that Charles’ father had died when he was so young, for she was certain he would never have allowed his only son and heir to marry a catholic. Despite the problems she was aware their union might cause, Meg was certain that she would not consider marrying any one else, and so it was. Meg had pondered whether she should ask David whether there was a church that she could go to nearby, but she was also aware that they had never discussed their differing faiths. She was grateful to find, the following morning, a note informing her that should she wish to go to Mass, there was a chapel in a nearby village, some two miles away, and that he had let the priest there know that she might be in attendance that Sunday.

That same Saturday morning, as Meg was contemplating what she and her daughter should do first that day, Jack and Joey Maynard were breakfasting with Joey’s sister Madge and Jem at Plas Gwyn. Madge and Jem had had Daisy and Robin run up to see them the evening before to tell them that Jack was home, and so they had come the next morning to visit.

“Pass the butter please,” Jem motioned to Daisy. Daisy grinned at Robin, and passed the butter to Jem, with “certainly Sir James.” Jem and Madge glowered at their niece. Jo chuckled at them, and Jack looked slightly bewildered. Although Jo’s letters had reported their indignation at the family’s tendency to refer to Jem and Madge by their newly acquired titles, this was the first time that he had really witnessed it. “How long are you back for Jack?” Madge queried, as she sipped her tea. “Not long enough,” he replied “ Not long at all. My ship leaves at the end of next week for the East.” There was a shocked silence around the table, and Jack felt Joey slip her hand into his under the table, and squeeze it reassuringly. “I know it isn’t what any of us hoped for,” said the Robin, “but sometimes we have to make the best of the situation that we have. God is good to us, he will look after Jack.” In many way, the Robin spoke the inward thoughts of many around the table.
There was a more contented silence around the table as they continued to eat, and as they finished, they became aware of the sound of small feet toddling down the stairs. Jack looked into the hallway, and pushed back his chair, in expectation of his little girls.
Anna came in, carrying Margot, and with Len and Connie holding tightly onto her skirts, followed by the Russell children Sybil, David and Josette. Anna nodded to the table, and passed the littlest Maynard to her mother, whilst Len and Con toddled towards their father, arms outstretched and their happiness at seeing their father quite apparent. Jack grinned, and swept his eldest two daughters into his lap. Joey smiled at Margot, and then looked to Anna. “They can stay with us for a little bit Anna. I’ll call you when they get sleepy.” Anna nodded, and left the room.
Margot wriggled down in her mother’s lap and tottered towards Jack. Still a little weaker than her sisters, the baby of the Maynard girls clearly held a special place in her father’s heart if the softening of his eyes was anything to go by. He held his hands out to her as she toddled between her parents, and as she reached his knee, and beamed up at him, he swung her up onto his lap between Len and Con. “Hello, my Margot. How is my baby?” Jack looked at her, and noted the fairness beginning to creep into the red waves that covered her hair. Margot cocked her head to one side, and smiled, almost shyly. “Papa” she burbled, and then turned to her sisters, and demanded “Papa!”
“I don’t normally let them down here,” Joey explained to Madge,who was regarding the scene with some surprise. “They’re certainly too little not to eat in the nursery, but Jack is here for such little time, and they’ve missed him so.” Jem chuckled. “They grow fast at that age. I don’t suppose half an hour in the morning will hurt them once in a while.” He regarded his niece, and then turned back to Joey.
“How has she been recently Jo? The summer weather seems to be doing her good.” “She certainly seems a little plumper Joey. This welsh air is so good for the children.” Madge commented. Jack surveyed Margot, and grinned broadly, then plumped the triplets together on the floor. The little girls looked up at him, expectantly. “I think she’s almost as big as Len and Con, but she was bound to be littler for a wee while, with or without the bronchitis.” Their father answered. Daisy helped herself to another piece of toast “They’re such pretty little things.” She said, “and watching them grow is lovely. They’re almost big enough to be big sisters, you know Joey.” She finished innocently.
Joey and Jack choked, and looked at each other. Madge audibly choked, and turned an appalled face on her niece. “I beg your pardon, young lady. Such things…..” she trailed off, and shook her head at Daisy, who flushed. “I only meant, that, well, a boy would finish the family off nicely, was all.”Jo chuckled. “Finish? My dear, I promised quads at the very least.”

Later that morning, as Joey and Madge sat with the children in the shade, Jem and Jack walked down into the village. “The East then?” Jem queried, and Jack nodded. “I wish it wasn’t so Jem. But it has been deemed, and to the East I will have to go. Though the placement is only six months initially.” The two men continued walking, for both were aware that six months was the very least it was likely to be, and neither were quite sure of how to verbalise their inner thoughts. “I worry about Joey and the girls,” Jack continued. “I know they’re in good hands, but this winter will be so daunting for Joey. I know she fears for Margot as much as you and I, and there’s little I can say or do, from so far away.” He turned to Jem: “You will look after them, won’t you?” Jem knew Jack’s concern, and appreciated how lucky he was not to have to leave his young family behind. “Of course Jack, to the best of my ability.” They were interrupted by a familiar figure strolling up the lane towards them.

Jack looked up, and squinted into the sunlight. “Reverend Grey-Thomas.” Jem exclaimed, “Didn’t realise these were your territories,” The priest shock hands with both men, and Jem turned to introduce his brother-in-law, but David was already shaking Jack’s hand. “Dr Maynard, are you quite well? Enjoying your break no doubt?” Jem looked from Jack to David with an air of surprise “ I didn’t realise that you two knew each other at all.” He remarked. “Ah, Dr Maynard was a great help to my godson’s wife when she came down on the train last week. Actually, that was what I came to see you about.”Jem looked at Jack for a second, a question in his eyes. Jack shrugged, and suggested to the clergyman that he accompany them to Parry’s, the village shop in Howells Village.

David Grey-Thomas accepted Jack’s invitation to join them, and the three men walked along at a leisurely pace. “I’ll make my intentions clear Dr Russell, Dr Maynard. I’ve come to ask your advice.”
Jack and Jem looked at each other.
Jem nodded, as to encourage him to continue.
“My godson’s wife has recently come to live with my wife and I, and I’m in a bit of a quandary. You see, I’m here mostly on Ernest Howell’s account. He tells me that a good deal of the girls at your wife’s school are Catholic, in faith, and I was wondering if I could presume to ask if Margaret might join your congregation.” He looked at Jem and Jack, in a hopeful manner. “I don’t think that my congregation would approve entirely of her taking communion with us, and I know she’d be happier to join the nearest Roman church, and the Chalet School seems to be it. Do you think that would be feasible?”
Jack nodded, and lit a cigarette. “I’ll ask my wife to speak to Father: I’m sure it’ll be no problem at all.”

Jo and Madge meanwhile, were sat in the cool of the garden whilst the elder children played happily. “The East then?” Madge looked across to her little sister, and smiled. Jo eased herself back on her elbows and breathed in deeply, and then nodded, an air of unhappiness around her. “Jack only found out a few days ago.” She replied, in a way that seemed rather too quiet for the normally exuberant Joey. “I don’t think he wants to go at all. But he knows he must, and Jack being Jack he will.” Connie and Len, toddled up to their mother as she spoke, and tossed a handful of daisies over her, giggling as they did so. Joey eyed her daughters, and made a grab for them, pulling the little girls into her lap, and wrapping her arms around them. She looked up at Madge, her eyes dark and soft. “And I must be strong for him, and for the babies. No matter how much I hate that he is away. That it breaks his heart and mine that he can’t see our babies growing. God will keep him safe in the East, and he will return to us.”
“I know it’s hard for you Joey,” Madge remarked gently, “This horrible war isn’t nice for anyone.” Jo looked at her, and swallowed, trying her best to resist the cynicism rising up in her throat. At length she paused, and eventually replied, “At least you still have your husband here Madge.”
Madge brushed her hair from in front of her eyes, and sat up straighter. “I know I am Jo. I thank God everyday. It isn’t my fault that Jem wasn’t sent away. We’re quite a bit older than you and Jack remember, Joey, it was inevitable that Jem wouldn’t be called up and for service. You know as well as I do that he would have gone if he had been called.”
Joey did not reply. For she was to all appearances lost in thought, her arms still wrapped around Len and Connie. Madge scanned the garden for her own children, for Margot was still sat in the shade of the apple tree, bubbling away to herself merrily as she negotiated the various daisies scattered around her, under the watchful gaze of Anna.

Meg was also a little preoccupied that morning. David had waved cheerily to her as he had strolled down the garden path a couple of hours before. Arwydd had hung out the washing and so forth, and the white sheets were blowing gently in the autumn breeze. Once her little daughter was awake and washed and breakfasted, they had come into the back garden, ostensibly to look at the dahlias, which were in particularly fine form that season.
With Evie at her side, clutching her hand, Meg wandered the vicarage garden for a little while. A little voice broke into her thoughts.“Mamma! Mamma!” Evie’s little face beamed at her mother as she pointed at the tabby cat luxuriating in the autumnal sunshine. Meg smiled and crouched down beside her daughter. “Shall we go and pet the kitty?” She asked. Evelyn nodded vigorously “Yes please Mamma. Baby cats too look.”
Meg noted that her daughter was quite perceptive, for fast asleep in the grass nearby were three more little cats, all curled up together. She held out her hand to the tabby cat, and was rewarded with an affectionate headbutting by the mother cat. The kittens remained asleep, except one, which padded over towards them for a share of the attention. Evie was entranced by the cats and giggled to herself as the mother cat allowed her to tickle her under the chin. Meg was amused to note that the little kitten was still at the stage where her paws were just a little too big for her, and that she looked rather sweet as she negotiated the grass towards her.

 


#2:  Author: LizBLocation: Oxon, England PostPosted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:21 pm


Good to see this again, Rosy - thanks

Looking forward to more Very Happy

 


#3: Re: For the Love of Margot Author: MiaLocation: London PostPosted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 3:24 pm


Rosy wrote:
And I'll try and update soon!


Hurrah. Thanks Rosy, I love this one

 


#4:  Author: RóisínLocation: Gaillimh, Eire PostPosted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 5:13 pm


Great to see you reposted it Rosy - looking forward to more Very Happy

 


#5:  Author: groverLocation: Dublin PostPosted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 10:01 pm


I love this story,Rosy....would love to see more of it. Please?!!

 


#6:  Author: ChairLocation: Rochester, Kent PostPosted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 11:20 pm


Thanks, Rosy. I am also adding pleas for some more, please.

 


#7:  Author: KathrynWLocation: London PostPosted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 11:35 pm


Thank you very much for re-posting this Rosy, it's so lovely to read it all in one go. I'm another who hopes there will be more soon Very Happy

Kathryn

 


#8:  Author: francesnLocation: away with the faeries PostPosted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:39 pm


Yay!

More story please, Rosy. I want to know what happens!

 


#9:  Author: JennieLocation: Cambridgeshire PostPosted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 1:20 pm


I said I was going to yell for more drabbles, didn't I? Starting now!

 


#10:  Author: TiffanyLocation: madthesispanicargh PostPosted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:28 pm


Hurrah! More, more!

 


#11:  Author: XantheLocation: London/Cambridge PostPosted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:54 pm


Huzzah!

*strokes the shiny drabble*

more-please-the-Rosy *looks hopeful*

 


#12:  Author: RosyLocation: Gloucestershire-London-Aberystwyth PostPosted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 6:48 pm


Meeep. *hides* Pile of work. This big. Masters exams. All too much. Soon. Pwomise.

 


#13:  Author: JoSLocation: South Africa PostPosted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 9:43 pm


Great story - more please Rosy!
Good luck with your exams...

 


#14:  Author: Cryst PostPosted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 9:59 pm


I hadn't read this before the catastrophe, and it is lovely, thank you.

 


#15:  Author: MaryRLocation: Cheshire PostPosted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 2:51 pm


Rosy, I have been sitting here absorbed by your story and shall look forward to more as and when. I love the depiction of Jo's and Jack's happiness in each other.

Thank you.

 


#16:  Author: Kat PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 3:45 pm


Huzzah! More Rosy drabble Very Happy

May we have some more soon, please Rosy?

 


#17:  Author: ibarhisLocation: London PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:40 pm


I haven't seen this one before - but I really would like to see some more.

 


#18:  Author: LizzieLocation: A little village on the Essex/Suffolk border PostPosted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 4:42 pm


Oh this is so nice!

Looking forward to more please, Rosy...

Liz

 


#19:  Author: ShanderLocation: Halifax PostPosted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 2:59 am


This is wonderful. More please! You've captured the pain of Joey and Jacks separation so well, and I can't wait to see what happens next.

 




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