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belong to the Women’s Institute and do a lot of baking with them,” Vera said, looking very proud of herself.
“She makes a mean Pavlova as well,” Marion piped in.
Her voice was very quiet and Eve and David had difficulty hearing her.
“A Pavlova, did you say, Marion?” Eve asked. “I do love anything with meringue.
“Well, here’s my phone number,” Vera said, scribbling her number down on a bit of paper. “Ring me the next time you intend to come over and I’ll make you one.”
“That’s very kind, but I wouldn’t want you to go to too much trouble.”
“Nonsense, it’ll be no trouble at all. I’m retired now and a widow, so I don’t have a lot to occupy my time.”
“Well, thank you,” Eve replied.
Perhaps Vera wasn’t quite as bad as she had first thought. Marion seemed a bit odd though. She had uttered one sentence and the rest of the time had sat nervously on the end of her chair. Was she that shy? She certainly didn’t look as if she wanted to be in the room at all. Eve decided to try and bring her into the conversation.
“And you, Marion, do you work?”
However, before Marion could say anything, Vera butted in.
“Marion’s never had to work. Her parents left her well-off. You’re not keen on mixing with people, are you dear?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Nonsense, Marion’s only feels confident with me around.”
Marion said nothing to this and Eve suspected she felt the complete opposite.
Why don’t you stand up to Vera, Marion? I can see you don’t like being walked all over. You are making me really cross.
“It’s about time we made a move back to the hotel, Eve.” David said after they’d had a cup of tea, not much enjoying the company of these two strange Australian women.
“Oh, of course , ” Eve said. “It’s getting quite late; almost dinner time in fact.”
“I’ll keep an eye on the house for you, that is if you want me to,” Vera put in.
“I don’t think there’s much to steal, but it would be appreciated."
David called a cab and after a few more pleasantries, the taxi arrived and they were both relieved to be able to leave.
“I’ve suddenly got a splitting headache,” Eve said to David. “Heaven knows where that has come from. I’ve not even been drinking. It actually feels like a migraine. Even the light’s making me squint. I just want to get into a nice dark room and go to sleep. I haven’t had a migraine in years.”
“Perhaps we should get you to a doctor or to the hospital.”
“No, darling. That would be silly. It is only a headache and I'm sure I’ll be fine after having a rest.”
Eve was quiet for the rest of the journey back to the hotel and David thought it best not to disturb her. However when they got out of the cab, Eve staggered a little and David was worried again.
“You really should see a doctor, Eve. There could be something seriously wrong with you.”
“Don’t be melodramatic, David. I’ve got a headache, or at the worst, a migraine. I just need to rest and then I’ll be as right as rain.”
“Ok, but I’m keeping a close eye on you tonight, Eve.”
When they got into their hotel room, Eve changed into her nightclothes, but instead of going to bed, she suddenly rushed into the bathroom to be sick. When she came out, she said that everything seemed a little blurry and that she was going straight to bed. She asked David for some water as her mouth was dry. As David bent down to get a bottle of water from the mini fridge, she was certain that there were two Davids bending down to get her drink. She shook her head a couple of times, but still there were two of him.
David brought over the water and Eve drank thirstily before lying down and going to sleep. He wondered if he should call a doctor, but thought better of it. Eve would be angry if he went against her wishes. However, if she seemed to get worse during the evening, he would call emergency services, but he’d see how she went. In the
“She makes a mean Pavlova as well,” Marion piped in.
Her voice was very quiet and Eve and David had difficulty hearing her.
“A Pavlova, did you say, Marion?” Eve asked. “I do love anything with meringue.
“Well, here’s my phone number,” Vera said, scribbling her number down on a bit of paper. “Ring me the next time you intend to come over and I’ll make you one.”
“That’s very kind, but I wouldn’t want you to go to too much trouble.”
“Nonsense, it’ll be no trouble at all. I’m retired now and a widow, so I don’t have a lot to occupy my time.”
“Well, thank you,” Eve replied.
Perhaps Vera wasn’t quite as bad as she had first thought. Marion seemed a bit odd though. She had uttered one sentence and the rest of the time had sat nervously on the end of her chair. Was she that shy? She certainly didn’t look as if she wanted to be in the room at all. Eve decided to try and bring her into the conversation.
“And you, Marion, do you work?”
However, before Marion could say anything, Vera butted in.
“Marion’s never had to work. Her parents left her well-off. You’re not keen on mixing with people, are you dear?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Nonsense, Marion’s only feels confident with me around.”
Marion said nothing to this and Eve suspected she felt the complete opposite.
Why don’t you stand up to Vera, Marion? I can see you don’t like being walked all over. You are making me really cross.
“It’s about time we made a move back to the hotel, Eve.” David said after they’d had a cup of tea, not much enjoying the company of these two strange Australian women.
“Oh, of course , ” Eve said. “It’s getting quite late; almost dinner time in fact.”
“I’ll keep an eye on the house for you, that is if you want me to,” Vera put in.
“I don’t think there’s much to steal, but it would be appreciated."
David called a cab and after a few more pleasantries, the taxi arrived and they were both relieved to be able to leave.
“I’ve suddenly got a splitting headache,” Eve said to David. “Heaven knows where that has come from. I’ve not even been drinking. It actually feels like a migraine. Even the light’s making me squint. I just want to get into a nice dark room and go to sleep. I haven’t had a migraine in years.”
“Perhaps we should get you to a doctor or to the hospital.”
“No, darling. That would be silly. It is only a headache and I'm sure I’ll be fine after having a rest.”
Eve was quiet for the rest of the journey back to the hotel and David thought it best not to disturb her. However when they got out of the cab, Eve staggered a little and David was worried again.
“You really should see a doctor, Eve. There could be something seriously wrong with you.”
“Don’t be melodramatic, David. I’ve got a headache, or at the worst, a migraine. I just need to rest and then I’ll be as right as rain.”
“Ok, but I’m keeping a close eye on you tonight, Eve.”
When they got into their hotel room, Eve changed into her nightclothes, but instead of going to bed, she suddenly rushed into the bathroom to be sick. When she came out, she said that everything seemed a little blurry and that she was going straight to bed. She asked David for some water as her mouth was dry. As David bent down to get a bottle of water from the mini fridge, she was certain that there were two Davids bending down to get her drink. She shook her head a couple of times, but still there were two of him.
David brought over the water and Eve drank thirstily before lying down and going to sleep. He wondered if he should call a doctor, but thought better of it. Eve would be angry if he went against her wishes. However, if she seemed to get worse during the evening, he would call emergency services, but he’d see how she went. In the
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