It would have been good to have one last game of chess with her before she passed away.
And she thought of poor Leo, sat in a small windowless cell at a Bedford police station, waiting for Doreen to come and collect him.
“This is the best life,” she told herself, a little desperately now. “This is the best life. I am staying here. This is the life for me.”
“This is the best life. This is the best life.” But she knew she didn’t have long.
The Flowers Have Water
She pulled up at the house and ran inside, as Plato padded happily to greet her.
“Hello?” she asked, desperately. “Ash? Molly?”
She needed to see them. She knew she didn’t have long. She could feel the Midnight Library waiting for her.
“Outside!” said Ash, chirpily, from the back garden.
And so Nora went through to find Molly on her tricycle again, unfazed by her previous accident, while Ash was tending to a flower-bed.
“How was your trip?” Molly climbed off her tricycle and ran over. “Mummy! I missed you! I’m really good at biking now!”
“Are you, darling?” She hugged her daughter close and closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of her hair
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