Kath Le Bonnier continued to do the books for Ayland’s boatyard for the rest of her life. And she was very happy that, having been rescued from the Devil Women, Ricky was hers for ever. Though not, of course, in this dimension.
Jude had a couple more meetings with the man with whom she’d spent New Year’s Eve, but she didn’t find him that interesting and the affair soon petered out. Her appointments book for healing was healthily full and, though occasionally afflicted by feverish wanderlust, she was content most of the time with her life at Woodside Cottage.
Next door at High Tor, with the zeal of a convert, Carole found she was spending more and more time exploring the Internet. Always upstairs in the same room, though. It still didn’t seem quite right to her that a laptop should be moved about the house.
And her son Stephen, with Gaby’s prompting, did stick his Glow-in-the-dark Computer Angel on his office laptop. It didn’t do much in the way of staving off viruses, but it did make some of his colleagues think that perhaps old Stephen Seddon wasn’t such a humourless nerd, after all.
Gaby put off going back to work at the agency, and Carole waited hopefully for the news of another Seddon pregnancy.
And Lily, in the eyes of her grandmother, just grew gorgeouser and gorgeouser.
