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concentrate on writing; something she had done since being a small child, always penning short stories and poetry. She wanted to become an author; she wanted to be the next Jackie Collins, or maybe even hit the heights of J.K.Rowling.
     
    When she had her first novel published, she thought then, it was exactly the right thing to do. Most of the money she’d received from her redundancy and savings had gone towards the purchase of the beach house. She owned it one hundred percent now and nobody could take it away from her. She still had a little put by, so she wasn’t desperate yet. There was still a trickle of royalties coming in for her first novel, but if she didn’t get the second one published and recognised she would have to re-visit her original career. She was going to re-invent Charlotte and they were all going to love her. It was either that, or she would be back, sat behind a desk, applying her skills for the benefit of others.
     
    She could see the SUV in the drive as she drove closer and a smile came to her face, for this was one visitor she was always pleased to see; the only other person allowed a key to her retreat. She was the only ‘real person’ she looked up to, like no other, although her friend Donna came close. She was thrilled to see that SUV in her drive, feeling it would be just the tonic she needed. As she drove closer she could see her sitting on her veranda, a coffee in one hand and a paperback in the other. They waved stealthily at each other, as Carla approached. Carla marvelled at how this woman could still be mistaken as her sister at fifty two years of age. She was stunning, her body had lost none of her shape and although her skin was not as smooth as it once had been, her smile was so wide and her eyes, so blue and bottomless, that was all she needed. Carla could see she was in her usual attire, black slacks and sandals. She knew how lucky she was to have her in her life. Not all mothers were as supportive of their daughters as she was. At that moment she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
     
    Carla parked up next to the SUV and quickly walked around the front of the beach house to greet her mother. The front of the house over looked the sea, but the road led you to the back. They hugged each other and air-kissed before sitting down on the teak patio furniture. Her mother could see the look on Carla’s face suggesting all did not go well. She knew she had been to see her publisher and had even offered to go with her, but Carla had refused. She knew her daughter better than anyone, and could read her better than the novel that she had written.
     
    “I put a casserole in the oven as I know you won’t eat,” said Patricia Reid, her mother.
     
    “Oh thanks Mum, my favourite. Are you stopping for some?” Her mother’s words were music to her ears. She certainly wasn’t going to cook for herself tonight, she had far too much thinking to do.
     
    “I think I will hon, that father of yours can fend for himself for once. He thinks I was put on this earth just to feed him.”
     
     
    “How is he? Is he ok?” Carla asked, trying to think of the last time she had seen him. It was over a month ago and she subconsciously made a note to go and see him.
     
    “Oh he’s fine, just as useless as always. I keep telling him he’s only good for one thing, does he listen? Does he heck as like!”
     
    Carla rolled her eyes and smiled, she loved her mother’s euphemisms, and she sometimes wished she could be like her. Her mother was confident and sassy; whilst she was timid and sometimes, just too afraid.
     
    “Mind you, he’s not up to much in that department either lately; he just doesn’t understand a woman’s needs. I’ve told him he will have to step up or I’ll trade him in for a younger model.” Patricia laughed fondly at the man she was chiding and Carla caught her giggles.
     
    “What are you like mum?” she told her mother, as a soft breeze came over them and