“They serve dinner at seven prompt.’
“It would be best not be late then.’
“Gerry dropped Muriel off and she thanked him for dinner before going inside.’
Gerry drove away and thought to himself if Muriel were a barrister she would make a formidable opponent.’
Once Muriel had changed she laid down on top of her bed; she could not get Abigail of her mind.’
Edward Forrester went to work that day but he had only one thing on his mind; it was Muriel. How could she have deceived him and what were her reasons for doing so. He had sent her a letter explaining what he now knew and asked for an explanation.
The letter should reach her either tomorrow or by Friday he thought.’
He wanted to go to Coventry and confront her but how could he with work. He would be putting his job in jeopardy if he took time off.’ Lloyds had been fair with him and given him paid leave when his mother passed away so it was only right that he repay that kindness. The bank wasn’t busy today with just the odd old woman coming in to put some of her pension money into the account.
His mind drifted again and wondered what Muriel was up to.
It had been over six weeks now since she left and even though she had deceived him he still felt something for her. He wished that his sister had not gone into Humphreys Solicitor’s. There had to be a misunderstanding surely. His mind was in turmoil; he could not sleep; he wasn’t eating properly and had lost a considerable amount of weight. He now used braces and a belt to keep his trousers up. People were asking him if he was alright as his face looked drawn and ashen.
He hoped that Muriel would be able to answer his questions. It was Christmas Eve on Sunday and he missed her.
Muriel had been very quiet all day and both Abigail and her aunt noticed.’
“Are you alright dear asked her aunt inquisitively?’
“Yes, Aunt Ester I’m fine.’
“Well you don’t look fine; did you sleep well last night?’
“Did you enjoy your dinner date last night?’
“Yes, Gerald took me to Coome Abbey.’ I have invited him to dinner tonight aunt is that alright?’
“Of course dear I will inform Mrs Pettigrew to make something special tonight.’
He is going to help me with my short hand as he uses it himself in court.’
“I see; that is really nice of him to give of his time don’t you think.’
“Yes, it is Aunt but I have already told him that there will be no romance between us and that we can only be friends.’
“You are not in love with him then?’
“No Aunt, Gerry is nice but he is just not my type.’