HIS MUSE

ght,as she set off down the street from her present building.She craved it,longed for it,desired it.Humour sparked her green eyes as she recognized the

ly in planters.Jodie had never liked tulips;their perfection had an air of unreality, their rigidity offended her dancer's eyes.If she got the flat she would plant s

ving Halifax early in the summer.This couple had neglected the garden,only interested in it as a backdrop for barbecues with their friends.She,Jodie,would h

sun was shining,the forsythia was in bloom,and today was the day she was finally going to be offered the flat;she felt it in her bones.Which,she acknowledged,were still aching from her recital.What was it Sonya,one of the ot

ay.Perhaps she should be concentrating m

ry on this beautiful morning when all the omens were good

e a fireplace.The landlord lived in the attic flat,while a strong-minded woman who would not move out until the day she died had the second floor;the ground floor w

d his liking for Jodie under a crusty exterior and kept the three f

ound-floor flat is no longer available.I'll be li

list" Jodie protested. "W

st" Williams said coldly. "Legall

old-fashioned rose bushes or bluebells.Now sh

ter the whole building,and one of the conditions of sale is that I can stay here as lon

training with their ups and downs coming to her rescue.She drew herself to her ful

her of the garden where she and Sean had played together as

ce was unmistakable. "Will you have dinner wi