Esther Freud

CHAPTER ONE It wasn't until we were halfway through France that we noticed Maretta wasn't talking. She sat very still in the back of the van and watched us all with bright eyes. I crawled across the mattress to her. 'Maretta will you tell us a story?' Maretta sighed and turned her head...

THE WILD Esther Freud William could hear them in the sudden stillness, the scuffle of the children's feet, their clumsiness as the workshop door swung open and then shut. There was a high chime as a trowel bounced on the path, and the cat flap in the loose panel of the door rattled as it...

CHAPTER ONE It wasn't until we were halfway through France that we noticed Maretta wasn't talking. She sat very still in the back of the van and watched us all with bright eyes. I crawled across the mattress to her. 'Maretta will you tell us a story?' Maretta sighed and turned her head...