Lottie came out from the kitchen at her husband's cry, wiping her hands off on her apron.

"What's that? A Note? Give it 'ere." Lottie took the note the proffered note from Bill. It wasn't a telegram, and the paper was nice, with no stamp.

"Oh My God! It's from Ruth." Lottie exclaimed. She scanned the letter as quickly as her eyes would allow, reading eagerly "She says she's back in Whitby and is currently staying with a Doctor Wells, the address is blah blah blah.. can we please collect 'er. She'll explain all when we see 'er."

Lottie folded the note, unsure of her feelings.

"Well I never," Lottie began. Then she decided she was angry. "A whole year and nowt a bloody word! Now she wants us to come and collect her like she's high 'n mighty! Can you believe the cheek of that girl?" Lottie asked not expecting an answer. "ooooh" she made a scolding frustrated sound "I need some tea."