Turning The Page (#5)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is Going Back by Rachael English. It was published by Orion Books in 2013. I’m currently on Page 158, Here it is:

But they were still circling each other, weighing up each word for fear it should cause offence, and she couldn’t spend a day like that. What she needed was a little time to herself. Besides, her eyes remained swollen from the night before, and she didn’t want Dino thinking his son had gone downmarket. So, as gently as possible, Elizabeth had declined the invitation. ‘Next time, baby,’ she’d said. ‘I promise.’ The mid-September weather was less sunny and the nights carried a keener edge. But that Saturday afternoon had a mellow warmth, and the roof beckoned. She picked up her sleeping bag and a pile of Michelle’s supermarket magazines. Danny was reading one of her birthday presents, Bonfire of The Vanities. Only that morning she’d been about to ask how he was getting on, and had then checked herself. She didn’t want to make it sound like she was correcting his homework. That’s how wary she felt.

Danny suspected that a curse had been placed over his weekend. Driving home, he was furious with his father. Dino had got it into his head that they should sell the house on Emerald Street. ‘You’ll be moving on soon enough,’ he’d said. ‘And Regina will hardly want all that space.’ The way he told it, you would think they were living in a gilded mansion, rather than a three-bedroom house on a rickety old street. And, anyhow, what business was it of his? Danny had wanted to say all this and more. Instead he’d confined himself to a few non-committal nods. He couldn’t bear the thought of another row, especially with his father. To be honest, the man was looking old. He was ten years older than Regina which made him, what, sixty-three? These days that was nothing. Yet his dad, who Danny always pictured as big and vital, looked unreasonably tired. Withered, almost. Bellissa hadn’t been there which was a nuisance because he would have liked to have asked if things were OK. There had been no point in asking the old man. He would have huffed and puffed and still not told the truth. 

Let me know what you think of this page or even the whole book!

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