I Love You Billy Langley
by Monika Jephcott Thomas
by Monika Jephcott Thomas
Summary:
Twenty-year-old Netta can’t wait to leave Germany and teach in Brighton, England. It’s the height of the swinging 60s, but Netta hasn’t bargained for the prejudice she’ll receive in a country full of anti-German sentiment just twenty years after the war. She finds solace in Billy, the school caretaker, with whom she falls in love. But when she takes him back to Germany at Christmas it’s Billy’s turn to be on the receiving end of a frosty welcome.
Information about the Book
Title: I Love You Billy Langley
Author: Monika Jephcott Thomas
Release Date: 2nd April 2019
Genre: Historical Fiction
Page Count: 228
Publisher: Clink Street Publishing
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44588416-i-love-you-billy-langley Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/I-Love-You-Billy-Langley-ebook/dp/B07P641JCW
Excerpt
Netta Portner looked
around her bedroom as if it were the last time she would ever see it. It
wasn’t.
Not just yet. But
she felt the need to capture everything in her memory now, before the chaos of
leaving ensued and clouded everything. As she scanned the room she caught sight
of herself in the mirror on the dressing table. She turned to face her
reflection, smoothed down her dress, adjusted her glasses, and raised her chin
in the confident manner she prayed she could adopt when she stood in front of a
class of comprehensive school students next week in the south of England.
‘Here!’ Her mother came hurrying into
the room, dumping three suitcases of various sizes onto the bed.
To Netta the hurrying and dumping
seemed completely unnecessary and typically dramatic. For a split second Netta
wondered if it was designed to mask a sadness at her imminent departure from
the nest, but that notion was soon buried under her general irritation with her
mother, which Netta had cultivated throughout her teenage years.
‘These served me well when I moved
here from Kunzendorf,’ said her mother.
‘During the war? When you were
pregnant with me?’ Netta asked, delighting in her albeit embryonic presence in
the story her mother had regaled her with on many occasions – the story of an
arduous journey all the way across a devastated Germany on its knees in the
final months of the Second World War. Since then Netta had never been much
farther from home than the north coast for family holidays.
‘Hm-mm!’ her mother sang her response
as nonchalantly as she could. ‘So a little jaunt to England should present no
issue for them.’
‘It’s hardly a
little jaunt, Mama.’
‘Well it’s hardly a race across a
vast nation being bombed mercilessly by the Allies either, is it?’ her mother
said.
Netta seethed as she
flipped open the lid of each case.
Her mother, hands on hips, looked
around the room as if she had never seen it before. ‘At last I can give this
room a damn good clean.’
Netta looked daggers at her mother’s
back as she ran her finger along the chest of drawers and grimaced at the dust
she found there.
‘Oh please, mother! When was the last
time you cleaned anything?’
‘Well, I’ll get Emilia to do it.
Chuck out all this rubbish too.’
‘Hey! There’s no rubbish in here. And
don’t you go telling Emilia to throw anything away. This is my stuff. My room.’
‘You’re moving to England. So how can
this be your room anymore?’
‘I might be back…
for the holidays.’
‘Oh, Anetta, either you’re going or
you’re staying, do make up your mind!’
‘So you don’t want
me to come for Christmas?’
‘What I want has nothing to do with
it, clearly. You’ll do whatever you want, as usual.’
‘Whatever I want! That’s a laugh.’
Netta muttered the next words only half-wanting them to be heard. ‘I can’t wait
to be free.’
‘What was that? Free, you say? You
want to be free? And what’s that supposed to mean exactly?’
There was a lifetime of gripes Netta
could have listed to answer her mother, but instead she pouted, ‘Nothing.’ Then
like the child her mother could always draw out of her just as her mother drew
pus from her patients’ cysts, Netta whined, ‘Mama?’
‘Yes?’ her mother said in a
tone which suggested she’d forgotten there was another woman in the room and
only heard her baby in need.
Netta stared into the open cases as
if they were bottomless. ‘What does one pack for a whole new country?’
Her mother tutted. ‘Well, that my
dear, is for you to work out. I’m far too busy with the surgery to worry about
things like that.’
Netta looked up from the cases when
she heard her mother’s voice tremble, but she couldn’t see her face as she was
already stomping out of the room.
Author Information
Monika Jephcott Thomas grew up in Dortmund Mengede, north-west Germany. In 1966 she moved to the UK and, after a thirty-year career in education, delved into the therapeutic world where she has over twenty years experience as a counsellor and psychotherapist, gained with a wide variety of clients and presenting conditions.
By 1998, she and her partner Jeff established the Academy of Play & Child Psychotherapy (APAC). This has grown to become the largest provider world wide of post graduate training for Play Therapists and Practitioners in Therapeutic Play Skills, in partnership with several universities and colleges.
Monika and Jeff became founder members of Play Therapy UK. Monika was elected President of Play Therapy International in 2002. Their work culminated in the official recognition of the play therapy profession in 2013, an endorsement of their devotion to help the twenty per cent of children in the world who have emotional, behavioural, social and mental health problems by using play and the creative Arts.
Her professional background has given her insight into the effect of traumatic events not only on those directly experiencing them but also on their families and the generational impact.
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