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Remnants
of Dreams begins in North London with Alicia's story. It is 1914,
just at the beginning of WW1. Alicia is left with a child when her first love
is killed. She eventually marries Matt and they have another nine children. This is the story of a changing
world, and takes us through two world wars, following the loves and heartaches
of a large family battling extreme poverty. But despite this they are rich in
the things that matter--love and pride.
Part two is the story of Sara, Alicia's headstrong daughter. History
repeats itself when Sara’s first love is tragically killed, leaving her
carrying his child. Not as fortunate as
her mother Sara marries the wrong man because the one she loves is married to
her sister. But following her mother's example she finds the strength and
courage to face many trials and setbacks before building a new life for her and
her daughters, and in due course finding true love.
Sitting on the mat before the
fire she brushed her hair. It had grown an inch or so. She doubted she'd ever
have it cut again. As soon as it was long enough she'd put it back in her
familiar bun.
Mathew moved about next door.
Staring into the flames she thought about the day. She'd danced with him at
Fiona's wedding. Neither of them could be called dancers; they'd just sort of
swayed in time to the music. His arms felt remarkably good about her, and for
all his strength he could be very gentle.
She’d remember the strange light
in his eyes as he looked down at her all her days. It felt as if he was
branding her.
Arty pulled them apart by tugging
at her skirt, and she'd laughed self-consciously as Mathew lifted her hand to
kiss her fingers, just like a gallant gentleman.
Getting up, she went to pull
Arthur's picture out of the drawer. It dawned on her she hadn't looked at it
since she'd moved in here.
"Oh, Arthur," she
murmured, as she puffed up her cheeks and exhaled. Closing her eyes she tilted her
head back and let out a soft groan. Arthur was dead, and she was very much
alive.
The feelings stirring in her for
weeks could be denied no longer. She thrust the picture back and pushed the
drawer shut, whispering, "Forgive me."
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