The three of us have been
sat round the kitchen table for most of the night with Edie and this big old
book of hers. Not a printed book like I
imagined, but a lot of hand written notes in a tiny scrawly hand. Now I see why it took her so long to find
something in it, there’s no index! But
the conclusion that we reached is not a good one. It seems that if I really have been cursed
then the only thing I can do to shake it off is to have a baby – create a new
life. But as I said to Edie, how can I
if they keep ending up in hospital or under cars? Mrs F suggested that I hang around with a few
servicemen but I’m not doing that! Mum
and Dad would disown me! So that’s that
then. We discussed John for some time
and decided that he was an accident waiting to happen anyway. But I have decided on no more dates for the
present. Perhaps I need to sneak up on
someone gradually. Joan tells me not to
be so daft and its all a heap of claptrap anyway. Just coincidence.
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