Page 17 of The Gin Sisters' Promise

‘No, but I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…’ Iris put her hands up as if to stop the argument before it began.

‘What did you mean exactly?’ Georgie stood a little straighter.

‘Come on, Georgie. You can’t say that you haven’t thought about it?’ Iris said. ‘It’s three hundred years of Delahayes, the end of an era.’

‘Obviously not as much as you have, or…’ Georgie smiled, realising that it wasn’t Iris who wanted what she believed was her share. ‘Or perhaps it’s Myles who has plans for it? A nice little windfall he’s been just waiting for all these years? I’m surprised he’s not here with his measuring tape and calculator. Or has he sent you to do his dirty work?’

‘That’s not fair.’ As usual, Iris was straight to his defence.Some things never change,Georgie thought.

‘It’s pointless arguing about it,’ Georgie said loudly. ‘Knowing Dad, he’ll have made his own mind up. And what does it matter, anyway, whether we sell it or keep it? None of us ever wanted anything to do with it when he was alive – even when I came here, I wasn’t interested in the house or the distillery. He may have decided to pass it on to someone who loved the place as much as he did and—’

‘He wouldn’t!’ Nola gasped.

‘I can’t talk about this now,’ Georgie muttered. She spun on her heel and stalked off to the kitchen. She had to get away from that pair before she said something she’d really regret; although, with all that had been said over the years, she wasn’t sure there was anything much left to say ever again.