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she rushed
away. Shaking her head, Bessie
decided she might as well buy a few bananas since she’d been looking at them
for so long. The trip around the
grocery store took far longer than it should have. In nearly every aisle Bessie had to
reassure friends and acquaintances that she was only just vaguely thinking
about moving and that nothing was decided yet.
“I suppose, at your age, being closer to Noble’s must be a
temptation,” one woman mused. Bessie bit her tongue.
“I can’t believe you’d give up your views,” another remarked. “I’ll bet Thomas Shimmin would pay a fortune for your place, though. He’ll just tear it down and build more
of those ugly little cottages of his, more’s the pity.”
By the time Bessie was done with her shopping, she was beginning to
think that her simple little plan to help Bahey was turning into a huge
nightmare. Dave was waiting for
her, as planned, and Bessie was happy to get home. Of course, her answering machine was
full of messages from concerned and nosy friends and neighbours . She listened to them all and then
deleted the lot, only returning a single call.
“ Doncan , I’m not seriously planning on
moving,” she told her advocate when the call was connected. “I’m just taking a little look at a flat
in the building where a friend lives. It’s more about being nosy than anything else.”
Doncan laughed. “Well, that’s better than
what I heard. Someone told me that
you’d already put your cottage on the market. I told them I highly doubted it, but I
thought I’d better ring and check on you.”
“Make sure I haven’t lost my mind, you mean,” Bessie replied.
While the pair were chatting, Bessie’s post arrived. She smiled excitedly as a large envelope
dropped through her letterbox. That
had to be the details on the flat from the estate agency.
“Give my best to your lovely wife,” Bessie told the man, wrapping
up the call. “You’ll be one of the
first to know if I decide to move.”
Hanging up the phone, she picked up the post. The large envelope was printed with an
odd-looking logo that she could just about work out as the initials ICP, linked
together with all sorts of curlicues and swirls. She couldn’t imagine who might have
designed such a ridiculous symbol for the company. Her name and address had been printed
almost illegibly across the front.
Bessie quickly dealt with her other post, immediately discarding
the junk mail and tucking the postcard from a friend on holiday into the frame
of a picture on the sitting room wall. It would sit there for a few days or weeks before Bessie added it to the
box of such things in her spare bedroom.
She made herself a cup of tea and then sat down with a few biscuits
and the packet from Island Choice Properties. The letter had the same horrid logo
across the top and it was addressed to “Mrs. Elizabeth Cubbon .” Bessie gritted her teeth as she read it
quickly.
Dear Mrs. Cubbon ,
It was a pleasure speaking
with you today about the Douglas flat you are interested in viewing. I look forward to showing it to you on
Monday morning, as arranged.
Please find enclosed the
details for that flat, as well as the particulars for several other flats in
the Douglas area that I though might be of interest.
I shall take the liberty of
making viewing appointments for a few of them for Monday, to follow on from our
viewing at Seaview Terrace. If that isn’t convenient, they can be
easily rescheduled.
Thank you for choosing Island
Choice Properties. I look forward
to meeting you.
Sincerely, Alan Collins
Bessie sighed. She
didn’t really want to see the Seaview Terrace
flat. Now it looked as if she was
going to have to go around a few others as well in order to persuade Mr.
Collins that she was genuinely interested in moving.
“No more favours for friends,” she
muttered to herself as she put the letter down
away. Shaking her head, Bessie
decided she might as well buy a few bananas since she’d been looking at them
for so long. The trip around the
grocery store took far longer than it should have. In nearly every aisle Bessie had to
reassure friends and acquaintances that she was only just vaguely thinking
about moving and that nothing was decided yet.
“I suppose, at your age, being closer to Noble’s must be a
temptation,” one woman mused. Bessie bit her tongue.
“I can’t believe you’d give up your views,” another remarked. “I’ll bet Thomas Shimmin would pay a fortune for your place, though. He’ll just tear it down and build more
of those ugly little cottages of his, more’s the pity.”
By the time Bessie was done with her shopping, she was beginning to
think that her simple little plan to help Bahey was turning into a huge
nightmare. Dave was waiting for
her, as planned, and Bessie was happy to get home. Of course, her answering machine was
full of messages from concerned and nosy friends and neighbours . She listened to them all and then
deleted the lot, only returning a single call.
“ Doncan , I’m not seriously planning on
moving,” she told her advocate when the call was connected. “I’m just taking a little look at a flat
in the building where a friend lives. It’s more about being nosy than anything else.”
Doncan laughed. “Well, that’s better than
what I heard. Someone told me that
you’d already put your cottage on the market. I told them I highly doubted it, but I
thought I’d better ring and check on you.”
“Make sure I haven’t lost my mind, you mean,” Bessie replied.
While the pair were chatting, Bessie’s post arrived. She smiled excitedly as a large envelope
dropped through her letterbox. That
had to be the details on the flat from the estate agency.
“Give my best to your lovely wife,” Bessie told the man, wrapping
up the call. “You’ll be one of the
first to know if I decide to move.”
Hanging up the phone, she picked up the post. The large envelope was printed with an
odd-looking logo that she could just about work out as the initials ICP, linked
together with all sorts of curlicues and swirls. She couldn’t imagine who might have
designed such a ridiculous symbol for the company. Her name and address had been printed
almost illegibly across the front.
Bessie quickly dealt with her other post, immediately discarding
the junk mail and tucking the postcard from a friend on holiday into the frame
of a picture on the sitting room wall. It would sit there for a few days or weeks before Bessie added it to the
box of such things in her spare bedroom.
She made herself a cup of tea and then sat down with a few biscuits
and the packet from Island Choice Properties. The letter had the same horrid logo
across the top and it was addressed to “Mrs. Elizabeth Cubbon .” Bessie gritted her teeth as she read it
quickly.
Dear Mrs. Cubbon ,
It was a pleasure speaking
with you today about the Douglas flat you are interested in viewing. I look forward to showing it to you on
Monday morning, as arranged.
Please find enclosed the
details for that flat, as well as the particulars for several other flats in
the Douglas area that I though might be of interest.
I shall take the liberty of
making viewing appointments for a few of them for Monday, to follow on from our
viewing at Seaview Terrace. If that isn’t convenient, they can be
easily rescheduled.
Thank you for choosing Island
Choice Properties. I look forward
to meeting you.
Sincerely, Alan Collins
Bessie sighed. She
didn’t really want to see the Seaview Terrace
flat. Now it looked as if she was
going to have to go around a few others as well in order to persuade Mr.
Collins that she was genuinely interested in moving.
“No more favours for friends,” she
muttered to herself as she put the letter down
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