Love or Money?
again?” she said distractedly, eyeing the approaching bus in the oncoming traffic. She couldn’t be rude but he hadn’t picked the finest moment to stop her. What in the world did he want?
    Puffing from his haste in catching up with her, the gentleman took a moment to take a few breaths.
    “I wasn’t sure if it was you in the supermarket, but then I saw you walking in this direction and I realised it must have been you” he said still fighting for his breath.
    “ You’ve lost me. Do we know each other?” Glenda asked in confusion. She was almost certain she hadn’t met him prior to today and yet he was looking at her now in such recognition. Surely she would have remembered those kind eyes?
    “ Johnson House, second floor?” he said with a smile.
    Glenda looked at him oddly, how did he know wh ich block of flats she lived in?
    Realising his comment had unnerved her; the man was quick to clarify.
    “I’m Bill, the brother of your neighbour Janey. I live on the fifth floor, I only moved in a few weeks ago.”
    Glenda smiled. Janey’s brothe r, what a small world! Her pint-sized neighbour was a quiet woman and although they always exchanged pleasantries, interaction had been sparse since Janey had moved in three years previously. Glenda certainly hadn’t seen Bill before.
    “ Well fancy that, us living in the same block.” Glenda said, pleasantly surprised. The feeling was short-lived however. Looking to her left, she watched in dismay as the number twenty-nine bus roared past her on its journey. 
    “ Oh no! I’ve just missed my bus.” Glenda shifted the weight of the heavy shopper bag to her other arm in disappointment. She had a list of things to get done today and waiting thirty minutes for the next bus hadn’t been on it.
    “ Don’t worry about that, I’ve got my car parked in that side street there. I’ll give you a lift home.” Bill offered kindly.
    Glenda’s face lit up. Wha t a stroke of luck meeting Bill - it would take less than half the time to get home by car than it would have by bus. 
    “ Thank you, that would be wonderful.” 
    Following Bill to his car, Glenda gave up a small thanks. At least one good thing had happened so far in her day. It made up for the other concerns she was harnessing.
    Approaching the car, Bill took the shopper bag from Glenda’s shoulder and opened the passenger door.
    “ Take a seat, I’ll pop this in the boot alongside mine.”
    Glenda made herself comfortable in the new-looking car. She noted it featured all the mod cons that Felicity’s convertible had.
    Getting into the driver’s seat Bill started the engine.  
    “My daughter has a Mercedes too” she said conversationally.
    Putting the car into gear and pulling carefully onto the main high road, Bill answered keeping his focus on the oncoming traffic.
    “Yes, I thought Janey mentioned you had a daughter. Where does she live then?” 
    Time seemed to stand still as Glenda considered her answer. The familiar concerns and emotions that she’d been experiencing for the last few days, resurfaced themselves.
    “Well, it’s funny you ask actually. She lives locally but I’m not sure for how much longer.”
    Noticing Glenda’s sudden change in nature, Bill glanced sideways.
    “Oh, and why’s that then?” he asked flippantly.
    Glenda smile d despite herself. Still unsettled by her daughter’s decision, she answered carefully. “She’s decided to take a three month sabbatical and travel Australia.”
    Bill’s eyes widened.
    “Blimey, good for her, that’s the key these days. Don’t settle young, travel the world and see a bit of life first” he replied good naturedly.
    Glenda bit down on her lip. Bill was right - she agreed with his comment. The problem was, he hadn’t met Felicity. Maybe if he knew her daughter, he would understand Glenda’s concerns.  
    Glenda half listened as Bill chatted about his life, her mind thinking of Fee and Australia. Whatever had possessed her daughter

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