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and she’d leaned down to kiss Oliver who immediately began to cry and hold out his arms to her. Poor little man spent the rest of the day crying for his Mummy and it took more than an ice cream to take his mind off her. The image of her hysteria had so distressed him that even at bedtime he cried for her. He would have to speak to the court liaison officer again because her little outbursts of emotional blackmail were too much for him and more importantly, for Oliver to bear. She was completely out of order. He hadn’t asked her to run off with her gay lover. It was her choice. She had even admitted she didn’t feel safe to look after him and that her nocturnal excursions were becoming more and more frequent. The court had granted him a residence order. Ellie was only allowed to see Oliver once every two weeks and only then whilst in the company of her husband or his parents. She was not allowed to take Oliver out on her own or have him to stay for fear that she could fall asleep and not be responsible for him. If only she would listen to reason. He would make an appointment on Monday morning. He had never meant to be this hard on her but she gave him no choice.
     
    It was Saturday night and they were sitting in Felicity’s local. Sandra had come round for a girlie night. She told her all about blue eyes; how they had met; about last night and how he had taken her to the Retreat.
    ‘Sounds like you’re in love.’
    ‘Don’t be silly I’ve only really been out with him once.’
    ‘When you’re in love that’s all it takes. So, when are you seeing him again?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘Did he not ask then, when he could see you again?’
    ‘No. He just said goodnight and then he drove off. Oh; do you think he should have?’
    ‘Would have been nice wouldn’t it? Then you wouldn’t be feeling like this.’
    ‘Feeling like what? I’m fine Sand. I’m sure he’ll get in touch soon.’
    Sandy looked around the dimly lit bar and lounge area of the little country pub. Three elderly men sat at three different areas. One at a small table in the corner of the lounge with his newspaper pulled high up in front of his face; another at a table near the bar watching the two of them and sipping his pint frequently and the third chatted to the barman completely engrossed in his conversation and never taking the time to look away.
    ‘Well lets hope so darlin’ because looking at this lot, Knapp hasn’t got much to offer you has it?’ They laughed and Sandy went to the bar for another round. Felicity had secretly hoped David would phone . Why hadn’t he? He’d had all day and he wouldn’t work at weekends being in the banking business.
    ‘Here you go. Get that down you.’ Sandy put another glass of vodka and coke in front of her and it was only eight o’clock . ‘ Why don’t you phone him?’
    ‘I can’t do that’
    ‘Course you can; we’re not living in the dark ages. He may be expecting you to.’
    ‘Call me old fashioned. I don’t think it’s right to chase a guy.’
    She told Sandy about Peter and what happened the night they’d had a ‘work drink’.
    ‘Oh my God that’s awful. You should have reported him.’
    ‘I figured it was best to forget it. We may have to work together again quite soon and I don’t want any bad feelings at work.’
    ‘But then he’s got away with it! Jesus Flick you’re too soft for your own good.’
    They stayed at the pub a while longer and then walked back to Felicity’s little cottage where they spent the rest of the night drinking wine and watching old movies.
    ‘So is Mark looking after Josh tonight?’
    ‘No he’s out with his mates. Josh is at my Mum’s for the night. He did offer though, bless him but I didn’t think it was really fair because I seem to get out more than he does these days.’
    ‘I think it’s brilliant the way you two are together. So many relationships fall apart these days but yours is as strong as ever. What’s your