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Charlotte
leaned across and kissed Bets on the cheek. “Ooh, you smell nice, Roberto
Cavalli?”
“Yes, the girls from work, but you’ll never guess what?”
“Don’t tell me Auntie Beryl didn’t send you a disgusting
home knit.”
“Oh yes she did, a woolly bikini,” Bets paused to allow
Charlotte to react; she did by silently mouthing a profanity. “I’ve had
12 red roses from a mystery benefactor. I have no idea who sent them;
they weren’t from you two were they?” Bets looked at Charlotte
quizzically.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Ours is in my
handbag, down there. God, how exciting, but it could be a stalker, oh
dear. How scary is that?”
“Thanks Charlotte, you’ve really made me feel at ease.
Anyway, who do you think these two mystery guests are?” Bets asked, flopping
down the vanity mirror on the sun visor to check her appearance.
“I don’t know, as long as it’s not Grant Beddows.”
Charlotte could see the look of wonder on Bet’s face. “I did try to ring
you last night, because obviously, you were occupied on Monday night with
Lifeguard Gary, but there was no reply.”
“Zumba,” she explained. “Now spill!”
Charlotte began to relay what had happened on Monday
morning, paying particular attention to her description of Niall Devine.
Bets listened intently, interrupting with the occasional “Oh my God” or “Tell
me again what he looked like”; until after fifteen minutes they arrived at
Kerry and Kelvin’s driveway.
“So he said he hoped I would be getting into my stride next
time we met. Don’t you think that’s a bit cheeky?” Charlotte wanted
affirmation from Bets
“Well yes it is, but I have to say Charlotte you seem
angrier with an off-the-cuff comment from Mr Devine than you are about hearing
the name Grant Beddows again. Is there something that you want to tell
me?”
Charlotte's complexion coloured slightly in the darkness.
“No, what do you mean?”
“Oh nothing,” sighed Bets, “I’m just sure that we will hear
about Mr Devine again; that's all.”
Charlotte didn’t answer, but stormed on up to the driveway,
towards the front door. Without waiting for Bets she banged on it
furiously, a very flustered Kelvin answered.
“Hiya, come in, we’re having a bit of a disaster, I’m
afraid,” he kissed the girls on the cheeks as they entered. “Kerry isn’t
feeling too well at the moment, so we’ve sent out for an Indian takeaway, is
that okay?”
They both nodded and looked at each other alarmingly, she
hadn’t seemed well for a while, but hadn’t wanted to do anything about
it. Bets was the first to voice her concerns.
“What is it Kelvin, only we’ve noticed that she’s been
acting strange for weeks now. She seems really depressed and fed up.”
“I did mention the other night that maybe she could have post
natal depression,” added Charlotte, “but I got short shrift and told it wasn’t
the time to discuss it.”
“Well it doesn’t seem as though anytime is the right time to
talk to her about anything these days,” sighed Kelvin. “Listen let’s not talk
about it now, happy birthday Bets.” Kelvin kissed Bets on her cheek once
more, and ruffled her hair. “I’d better introduce you to our mystery
guest, but Charlotte could I ask you a favour, could you go upstairs and see
Kerry; she's locked herself in the bathroom?”
Charlotte nodded and edged her way to the stairs as Kelvin
ushered Bets into the lounge.
“Kerry, let me in sweetie, it’s me Charlotte,” Charlotte
called through the bathroom door.
“I know who it is; I’ve known you practically all my bloody
life.” Kerry unbolted the door, as she dried her eyes. “You’d better come
in.”
“Kerry, what on earth is the matter?” Charlotte asked,
putting a comforting arm around her friend.
“I don’t know I just feel so sad.” She suddenly started to
sob. “Plus, I didn’t cook dinner, because I
leaned across and kissed Bets on the cheek. “Ooh, you smell nice, Roberto
Cavalli?”
“Yes, the girls from work, but you’ll never guess what?”
“Don’t tell me Auntie Beryl didn’t send you a disgusting
home knit.”
“Oh yes she did, a woolly bikini,” Bets paused to allow
Charlotte to react; she did by silently mouthing a profanity. “I’ve had
12 red roses from a mystery benefactor. I have no idea who sent them;
they weren’t from you two were they?” Bets looked at Charlotte
quizzically.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Ours is in my
handbag, down there. God, how exciting, but it could be a stalker, oh
dear. How scary is that?”
“Thanks Charlotte, you’ve really made me feel at ease.
Anyway, who do you think these two mystery guests are?” Bets asked, flopping
down the vanity mirror on the sun visor to check her appearance.
“I don’t know, as long as it’s not Grant Beddows.”
Charlotte could see the look of wonder on Bet’s face. “I did try to ring
you last night, because obviously, you were occupied on Monday night with
Lifeguard Gary, but there was no reply.”
“Zumba,” she explained. “Now spill!”
Charlotte began to relay what had happened on Monday
morning, paying particular attention to her description of Niall Devine.
Bets listened intently, interrupting with the occasional “Oh my God” or “Tell
me again what he looked like”; until after fifteen minutes they arrived at
Kerry and Kelvin’s driveway.
“So he said he hoped I would be getting into my stride next
time we met. Don’t you think that’s a bit cheeky?” Charlotte wanted
affirmation from Bets
“Well yes it is, but I have to say Charlotte you seem
angrier with an off-the-cuff comment from Mr Devine than you are about hearing
the name Grant Beddows again. Is there something that you want to tell
me?”
Charlotte's complexion coloured slightly in the darkness.
“No, what do you mean?”
“Oh nothing,” sighed Bets, “I’m just sure that we will hear
about Mr Devine again; that's all.”
Charlotte didn’t answer, but stormed on up to the driveway,
towards the front door. Without waiting for Bets she banged on it
furiously, a very flustered Kelvin answered.
“Hiya, come in, we’re having a bit of a disaster, I’m
afraid,” he kissed the girls on the cheeks as they entered. “Kerry isn’t
feeling too well at the moment, so we’ve sent out for an Indian takeaway, is
that okay?”
They both nodded and looked at each other alarmingly, she
hadn’t seemed well for a while, but hadn’t wanted to do anything about
it. Bets was the first to voice her concerns.
“What is it Kelvin, only we’ve noticed that she’s been
acting strange for weeks now. She seems really depressed and fed up.”
“I did mention the other night that maybe she could have post
natal depression,” added Charlotte, “but I got short shrift and told it wasn’t
the time to discuss it.”
“Well it doesn’t seem as though anytime is the right time to
talk to her about anything these days,” sighed Kelvin. “Listen let’s not talk
about it now, happy birthday Bets.” Kelvin kissed Bets on her cheek once
more, and ruffled her hair. “I’d better introduce you to our mystery
guest, but Charlotte could I ask you a favour, could you go upstairs and see
Kerry; she's locked herself in the bathroom?”
Charlotte nodded and edged her way to the stairs as Kelvin
ushered Bets into the lounge.
“Kerry, let me in sweetie, it’s me Charlotte,” Charlotte
called through the bathroom door.
“I know who it is; I’ve known you practically all my bloody
life.” Kerry unbolted the door, as she dried her eyes. “You’d better come
in.”
“Kerry, what on earth is the matter?” Charlotte asked,
putting a comforting arm around her friend.
“I don’t know I just feel so sad.” She suddenly started to
sob. “Plus, I didn’t cook dinner, because I
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