Nana's Story

Epilogue - 2015

"Could Mrs Hamilton come to the front desk please, Mrs Hamilton to the front desk."

The voice from the intercom sounded over the shop and Elizabeth knew that Anthony had done something again. She huffed as she made her way to the front desk. At eighty years old, she and her husband were still very active. Their children were still living in Cheshire, although it was not such a little town anymore, and they had both produced grandchildren.

Before Kathryn had moved out, she had given Momma Bear back to Elizabeth claiming that she might need her more, especially dealing with dad in her old age.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask your husband to leave the store. You're welcome to pay, but he is going to have to leave." The shop assistant told her with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh dear, what did he do know?" She asked, shaking her head.

"He is upsetting the customers." Was all she said before turning around and leaving.

Elizabeth paid for her goods and exited the store, looking for Anthony. She found him sitting on a bench nearby chatting with a lady about how his flowers were getting on.

"Come on Ant. Let's go." She said curtly to him.

"Sure dear. I was just telling Ms Curtis over here about our petunias and how we'd managed to keep the snails out." He told her with a lazy smile on his face.

"That's wonderful. Now up up, we're off."

"Oh alright. It was wonderful meeting you my dear, but duty calls." He said to the Ms Curtis, kissing her hand.

"Shall we m'lady?" Anthony offered his arm to his wife, smiling widely and chuckling when she rolled her eyes and hooked hers into the gap.

All the shoppers watched them with smiles on their faces, marvelling at the cute old couple trundling along, arms together.

"But really Anthony, what were you doing?"

"I was telling a small child that he must follow his destiny."

"Really?"

"No. I yelled at a young, curly haired lad with glasses 'y'er a wizard 'arry.' S'not my fault he cried."

"Oh Ant." Elizabeth tried to sound upset with her cheeky husband, but all she could do was giggle.

As they walked along the tarred streets in the warm air, back to their house, Elizabeth felt happy.

All was well.