Rescuing Rose. Isabel Wolff

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      Rescuing Rose

      Isabel Wolff

      For Eleana Haworth, agony aunt

      and

      Matthew Wolff, agony uncle

      with love

      Why did not somebody teach me the constellations and make me at home in the starry heavens which are always overhead and which I don’t know to this day?

      Thomas Carlyle

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Epigraph

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

       Chapter Twenty-Three

       Chapter Twenty-Four

       Epilogue

       Preview

       Acknowledgements

       Rescuing Rose

       Praise

       By The Same Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Chapter One

      Fear and bewilderment mingled in Ed’s soft brown eyes as we faced each other in the garden. I stared at him, vibrant with indignation, then slowly drew back my right arm.

      ‘Take that!’ I shouted as a Wedgwood Kutani Crane seven-inch tea plate went whizzing past his left ear and smashed into the garden wall. ‘And that!’ I yelled as he raised his hands to fend off first the matching saucer, then the cup. ‘You can have these too!’ I spat as I frisbeed three dinner plates in his direction. ‘And this!’ I bawled as the accompanying soup tureen flew through the air.

      ‘Rose!’ Ed shouted, dodging bits of projectile china. ‘Rose, stop this nonsense!’

      ‘No!’

      ‘What on earth do you hope to achieve?’

      ‘Emotional satisfaction,’ I spat. Ed successfully deflected the gravy boat and a couple of pudding bowls. I lobbed the milk jug at him and it shattered into shrapnel as it hit the path.

      ‘For God’s sake Rose – this stuff’s bloody expensive!’

      ‘Yes!’ I said gaily. ‘I know!’ I picked up our wedding photo in its silver frame and flung that at him, hard. He ducked, and it hit the tree behind him, the glass splintering into shining shards. I stood there, breathless with exertion and raised adrenaline as he picked up the dented frame. In that picture we looked radiantly happy. It had been taken just seven months before.

      ‘It’s no-one’s fault,’ he said. ‘These things happen.’

      ‘Don’t give me that crap!’ I yelled.

      ‘But I was so unhappy Rose. I was miserable. I couldn’t cope with coming second to your career.’

      ‘But my

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