Page 86 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘Penny I’m sorry, just forget I said that, ‘I leaned over and gave her a hug.
‘It’s ok Amber, it’s sad to think about Millie looking for me but I have learned to live with it’ she said resolute, but I’m so glad I confided in you, now I can share some of my memories with you’, she was strangely calm then she added, ‘Amber I’d like you to be my adopted daughter’.
We both laughed then, that was all that was needed.
For the next few days we hit all the usual tourist spots; posing on the Ha'penny bridge, photos by the Spire in O’Connell street, trying to get a good angle, selfies outside the G.P.O., finishing up in Trinity College to see the book of Kells. Eventually giving in to the cries of our limbs we headed back to the hotel promising ourselves we would come back next year.
After dinner still on a high from the last few days we decided, as it was our last night we would check out the local talent and go to the nightclub attached to the hotel. Leaving the hotel, the next morning we were tired but in good spirits as we set about the long journey home. It was a smooth crossing on the ferry, much to our delight as we needed to get some quality sleep after our night of dancing.
We had lasted ok on the drive down to London with Penny in full voice singing along to all the sixty’s hits, trying to distract herself from worrying about Paul and the bar I thought. First stop though was to pick up Rex and hear how he had gotten on.
We stopped for a coffee about a mile outside London and I called his phone. ‘Hi Rex’.
‘Darling it’s so good to hear your voice I’ve missed you’, he said cheerfully.