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came well prepared.’
Kaufman’s face distorted in an ugly grimace. ‘Don’t you think I bloody know that? I should have been there. I shall never forget that I let Jude down just like I did Geraldine. And she died like her ... bleeding to death in the water.’
Peterson frowned. ‘And who was Geraldine, sir?
‘She was an ex girlfriend. She lives - lived near here. She was unstable. Committed suicide; cut her wrists in her bath water three months ago.’
‘You know about this, Farmer?’
Farmer nodded. ‘Yes, ma-am.’
Peterson though t perhaps someone should have filled her in about this before now.
Twenty-Two
Ellie Cooper was wearing her brand new blue dress especially for her date; she had spent a week’s wages on it from the new fashion boutique in the town centre. She twirled around in it looking at herself in the long wardrobe mirror in her mother’s bedroom.
She was glowing inside and out and it showed on her bright smiling face. Will he think I’m too young for him? I wish I could ask Mum but she might try to stop me .
She’d used some of her mother’s special bath oils and her rose pink nail. Her mum Stella was away looking after her sick grandmother in Kent so Ellie felt she could get away with it. Besides this was a very special date. And she must look her best or she might not see him again.
He had sounded so nice on the phone; it had given her quite a thrill speaking to him and made her feel so excited all day. She had felt like she was dancing and walking on clouds while at work and everyone seemed especially nice to her too.
That funny old woman, Miss Goring, who was staying at the hotel while her apartment was renovated, had been kind enough to do a Tarot reading for her in the hotel lounge. It had been fun hearing about her future. Miss Goring had told her about the man she was going to meet but advised her to get to know him well before she was sure of him. Well she was quite old, wasn’t she, and like her Mum only wanted her to be careful. Those other old ladies, the Webster sisters who had insisted on being there too, had been funny about reading the Tarot cards at first. Said it was like using witchcraft and so on but even they didn’t spoil it for her. Nothing could. Today was going to be special for her.
Her blind date wanted to meet a girl born under the Cancer sun sign. That’s why she answered the advert for a date in the local paper.
‘VIRGO MAN LOOKING FOR A DATE WITH A YOUNG CANCER WOMAN ’
Ellie never missed reading the daily Astrology forecast in the Observer . Ellie had read her horoscope that morning and it foretold that her fate was in her own hands, and not to take people at face value. Just like Miss Goring told her the Tarot cards had said. That was right she thought. Her Mum was always warning her not to be so trusting.
She sighed, studying her face intently in the mirror. She hoped that the pimple on her chin would fade by that evening and her freckles wouldn’t look so bad with a touch of powder. She couldn’t help her fair skin catching the sun so easily.
He could have had ever so many girls writing in to him but he’d chosen her. She smiled. It made her feel really special. He didn’t know yet what she looked like although she’d told him she was fair-haired and had blue eyes when they spoke on the phone. He seemed pleased, she thought, he must like blondes.
She’d braided her hair with the pretty azure blue ribbon she’d bought specially, to match her new dress. And she planned to pin a blue silk flower in it too. Ellie hoped he would like it. She felt quite grown up and ever so much older than her seventeen years and two months. She’d told him that she was eighteen. He might want to buy her a glass of wine when they ate their meal like some of the guests did in the hotel.
Her employer, Mrs Wyatt, advised her that she should meet him in a public place first of all. She was very kind, and gave Ellie some of her woodland flower
Kaufman’s face distorted in an ugly grimace. ‘Don’t you think I bloody know that? I should have been there. I shall never forget that I let Jude down just like I did Geraldine. And she died like her ... bleeding to death in the water.’
Peterson frowned. ‘And who was Geraldine, sir?
‘She was an ex girlfriend. She lives - lived near here. She was unstable. Committed suicide; cut her wrists in her bath water three months ago.’
‘You know about this, Farmer?’
Farmer nodded. ‘Yes, ma-am.’
Peterson though t perhaps someone should have filled her in about this before now.
Twenty-Two
Ellie Cooper was wearing her brand new blue dress especially for her date; she had spent a week’s wages on it from the new fashion boutique in the town centre. She twirled around in it looking at herself in the long wardrobe mirror in her mother’s bedroom.
She was glowing inside and out and it showed on her bright smiling face. Will he think I’m too young for him? I wish I could ask Mum but she might try to stop me .
She’d used some of her mother’s special bath oils and her rose pink nail. Her mum Stella was away looking after her sick grandmother in Kent so Ellie felt she could get away with it. Besides this was a very special date. And she must look her best or she might not see him again.
He had sounded so nice on the phone; it had given her quite a thrill speaking to him and made her feel so excited all day. She had felt like she was dancing and walking on clouds while at work and everyone seemed especially nice to her too.
That funny old woman, Miss Goring, who was staying at the hotel while her apartment was renovated, had been kind enough to do a Tarot reading for her in the hotel lounge. It had been fun hearing about her future. Miss Goring had told her about the man she was going to meet but advised her to get to know him well before she was sure of him. Well she was quite old, wasn’t she, and like her Mum only wanted her to be careful. Those other old ladies, the Webster sisters who had insisted on being there too, had been funny about reading the Tarot cards at first. Said it was like using witchcraft and so on but even they didn’t spoil it for her. Nothing could. Today was going to be special for her.
Her blind date wanted to meet a girl born under the Cancer sun sign. That’s why she answered the advert for a date in the local paper.
‘VIRGO MAN LOOKING FOR A DATE WITH A YOUNG CANCER WOMAN ’
Ellie never missed reading the daily Astrology forecast in the Observer . Ellie had read her horoscope that morning and it foretold that her fate was in her own hands, and not to take people at face value. Just like Miss Goring told her the Tarot cards had said. That was right she thought. Her Mum was always warning her not to be so trusting.
She sighed, studying her face intently in the mirror. She hoped that the pimple on her chin would fade by that evening and her freckles wouldn’t look so bad with a touch of powder. She couldn’t help her fair skin catching the sun so easily.
He could have had ever so many girls writing in to him but he’d chosen her. She smiled. It made her feel really special. He didn’t know yet what she looked like although she’d told him she was fair-haired and had blue eyes when they spoke on the phone. He seemed pleased, she thought, he must like blondes.
She’d braided her hair with the pretty azure blue ribbon she’d bought specially, to match her new dress. And she planned to pin a blue silk flower in it too. Ellie hoped he would like it. She felt quite grown up and ever so much older than her seventeen years and two months. She’d told him that she was eighteen. He might want to buy her a glass of wine when they ate their meal like some of the guests did in the hotel.
Her employer, Mrs Wyatt, advised her that she should meet him in a public place first of all. She was very kind, and gave Ellie some of her woodland flower
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