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possibly be allowed to roam the streets in this condition. She was a danger to herself and everyone around her.
For the first time since she had left Jack, Grace fumbled in her bag for the anti-depressant tablets her doctor had prescribed. She popped the tiny tablet into her mouth knowing Robert would not come to her that night and she was right. He didn’t.
A ray of brilliant sunlight streamed through the tiny gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet. Grace rubbed her eyes as she fought to focus on her surroundings. She felt calmer and in more control than she had felt in days. The portrait still hung on the wall where she had left it last night, but the eyes of Robert Hamilton were veiled.
She remained curious about the character of the man who had filled her life for the past week and decided to stick to her plan and spend the day at the library. However she needed to find out if Harry and Kate existed and if so, how much they had seen of her derangement.
Grace sighed, realizing the trip to the doctors would be necessary at some point but for today her old tablets had worked and she was back in control. She just had to remember that leaving Jack had not healed her. The tablets were an essential part of her life and without them she was very likely to end up institutionalized.
George was in his usual spot behind the reception desk. He smiled and lowered his book. It was a new one. He must have finished ‘Bushfire’.
“Morning George, sleep well?”
“Good morning, Mrs. Evans. I did thank you, not enough of it though. How about you?”
“Actually George I did sleep well last night, thank you,” she said. “I see you finished ‘Bushfire’.”
“I did, last night, after you came in. It was gone midnight before I got to bed.”
Grace smiled, recalling how many books had kept her awake until the small hours of the morning.
“Tell me, George, how do you pronounce the title?” she asked, intrigued by the name on the cover of his new book.
“The Ca-ho-kian, I think. An American customer gave it to me a few weeks ago, said I should be sure to read it.”
“Well enjoy your new book, George and I’ll see you later.”
She found the Olde Starre Inne off Stonegate, so that was real enough. What she didn’t know was whether Harry existed or not. She appeared to have no way of distinguishing reality from fantasy.
Relief swam over her as she recognized Harry behind the bar, his cheerful face one large smile. That, she thought, was the first hurdle overcome.
Cautiously, Grace made her way toward the graying man. His eyes shone as she approached the bar, and she let out a deep sigh, realizing that she had been holding her breath.
“Grace, I have been trying to get hold of you. Kate told me what happened on Monday night. I am so sorry, girl.”
Immediately, Grace’s heart sank as the experience of the medium came flooding back. Upset, she turned to leave but Harry rushed from behind the bar and grabbed hold of her arm.
“Hey, girl, don’t go. Come and have a drink with an old man.”
It would be rude to reject him and she couldn’t see the harm in it. He only existed in her imagination anyway.
“OK, Harry, but I’m not bothered with anything strong. May I just have a coke please?”
“Course you can. Do you want diet or normal?”
“Normal, please, Harry. I could do with the sugar boost besides all those sweeteners aren’t good for you.”
“Nor is sugar,” he teased.
She smiled and took a seat at the bar. “I know and I do drink the diet stuff but I know I shouldn’t.”
The pub was empty, just as it had been the first time she had been there, when she had seen Robert standing behind the bar, right where Harry was now. She smiled at the thought of his dark inviting eyes, the width of his shoulders and the long length of his taut toned thighs.
“What are you smiling at girl?”
“Oh, nothing, Harry, just a memory.”
“Care to share it with me?”
She shook her head. “No,
For the first time since she had left Jack, Grace fumbled in her bag for the anti-depressant tablets her doctor had prescribed. She popped the tiny tablet into her mouth knowing Robert would not come to her that night and she was right. He didn’t.
A ray of brilliant sunlight streamed through the tiny gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet. Grace rubbed her eyes as she fought to focus on her surroundings. She felt calmer and in more control than she had felt in days. The portrait still hung on the wall where she had left it last night, but the eyes of Robert Hamilton were veiled.
She remained curious about the character of the man who had filled her life for the past week and decided to stick to her plan and spend the day at the library. However she needed to find out if Harry and Kate existed and if so, how much they had seen of her derangement.
Grace sighed, realizing the trip to the doctors would be necessary at some point but for today her old tablets had worked and she was back in control. She just had to remember that leaving Jack had not healed her. The tablets were an essential part of her life and without them she was very likely to end up institutionalized.
George was in his usual spot behind the reception desk. He smiled and lowered his book. It was a new one. He must have finished ‘Bushfire’.
“Morning George, sleep well?”
“Good morning, Mrs. Evans. I did thank you, not enough of it though. How about you?”
“Actually George I did sleep well last night, thank you,” she said. “I see you finished ‘Bushfire’.”
“I did, last night, after you came in. It was gone midnight before I got to bed.”
Grace smiled, recalling how many books had kept her awake until the small hours of the morning.
“Tell me, George, how do you pronounce the title?” she asked, intrigued by the name on the cover of his new book.
“The Ca-ho-kian, I think. An American customer gave it to me a few weeks ago, said I should be sure to read it.”
“Well enjoy your new book, George and I’ll see you later.”
She found the Olde Starre Inne off Stonegate, so that was real enough. What she didn’t know was whether Harry existed or not. She appeared to have no way of distinguishing reality from fantasy.
Relief swam over her as she recognized Harry behind the bar, his cheerful face one large smile. That, she thought, was the first hurdle overcome.
Cautiously, Grace made her way toward the graying man. His eyes shone as she approached the bar, and she let out a deep sigh, realizing that she had been holding her breath.
“Grace, I have been trying to get hold of you. Kate told me what happened on Monday night. I am so sorry, girl.”
Immediately, Grace’s heart sank as the experience of the medium came flooding back. Upset, she turned to leave but Harry rushed from behind the bar and grabbed hold of her arm.
“Hey, girl, don’t go. Come and have a drink with an old man.”
It would be rude to reject him and she couldn’t see the harm in it. He only existed in her imagination anyway.
“OK, Harry, but I’m not bothered with anything strong. May I just have a coke please?”
“Course you can. Do you want diet or normal?”
“Normal, please, Harry. I could do with the sugar boost besides all those sweeteners aren’t good for you.”
“Nor is sugar,” he teased.
She smiled and took a seat at the bar. “I know and I do drink the diet stuff but I know I shouldn’t.”
The pub was empty, just as it had been the first time she had been there, when she had seen Robert standing behind the bar, right where Harry was now. She smiled at the thought of his dark inviting eyes, the width of his shoulders and the long length of his taut toned thighs.
“What are you smiling at girl?”
“Oh, nothing, Harry, just a memory.”
“Care to share it with me?”
She shook her head. “No,
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