by Mary Arden
The three men came to our home in Peebles every weekend from then on, and I did my best to soothe, heal and encourage each man in turn. I would often cradle Duncan like a child at night, as his wound was still not healing properly and he would weep with pain when he tried to take his trousers off. The trouser leg that was pinned behind his knee often got stuck to the wound, so it was agony for him to peel it off. I also held Alastair’s head over the sink when he was being sick, as his stomach had still not got used to holding a full meal. And although George still had nightmares, he was now able to talk to me about his experiences and said that they were less frequent.
It looked as though my weekends were going to be very busy, caring for all three men and Charlotte too, and I wondered how on earth I would cope, so I rang my cousin Jane for some advice.
‘You’ll manage beautifully, you silly cow!’ she said laughing, and then after a pause, added, ‘but who would ever have imagined when we were at Finishing School, that you’d end up having to look after not one but three husbands!’
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I couldn’t have written this book without the help of many friends who I would like to thank for all their hard work and support.
I would like to thank Audrey Catford, Bea Tilbrook, Sue Catcher, Caroline Hampson, Rozanna Herring, Lucy Bennett and Mandi Gomez for their encouragement, advice and support.
Finally I would like to thank my youngest son, Jamie Robertson, who was my ghostwriter and edited the book down to an acceptable length for publication.
* Mary Arden is a pseudonym and some of the other characters’ names have also been changed to protect privacy.