The Barn on Half Moon Hill by Milly Johnson Page B

a small business doing
accounts and suchlike.’
    Linda handed round the Prosecco and poured her mother a Tia Maria, as she didn’t drink wine of any description. Iris insisted that all wine tasted of feet, and firmly believed every grape
had been trodden by some bloke with verrucas.
    â€˜
To Viv
. Here’s hoping she enjoys her new home and her new job.’
    â€˜To Viv.’
    Four glasses were raised in the air. And Stel Blackbird smiled, though inside her heart was breaking because she suspected the real reason why her daughter had taken up that post had nothing to
do with getting experience of a small business at all.