'Want to go to a party?' Alma looked up.
She was alone in the shop with Charlie. His hand had healed and he was removing the empty plates from inside the glass counter. Eddie was out the back slicing a whole ham ready for the late-night rush which inevitably came round about six on a Saturday.
'Are you asking me?'
'Yes.' Charlie straightened up and looked across at her. 'Diana, William and Eddie are coming and, if we can, we hope to persuade Bethan to join us.'
'What kind of a party?'
'A Russian one. Down in Bute Street.'
'Cardiff docks?'
'Don't believe all the stories you've heard about theplace.'
'My mother would have a fit.'
'Then don't tell her.'
âA page-turner... a terrific readâ
It is a powerful tale of survival and hardship, very well crafted and with strong characters, all of which helps make this an engrossing story.