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some time before she would be able to call the poet and find out how the day had gone. I feel so damn helpless sitting on the porch steps in Silver Valley
when I know Denise is putting herself and her work out on the line.
Randa thought about the conversation she had with Denise yesterday. At least she thought about the part of the conversation they had before Randa's
libido had sat up and clambered for attention. God, I've never done that before. I'm glad Denise just went with me on it. Phone sex, one more thing off life's
little to-do list! The nurse smiled to herself at the memory.
Randa was a little bothered by something that Denise had mentioned. Why would someone write to say if they knew the whole truth about Sara they
wouldn't want to publish the book? The blonde knew Denise had fictionalised Sara's life, the story was to be light-hearted and inspirational, not a
biography. If you discarded the way the book was written you still had the glaring fact that someone was trying to blacken Sara's name. Randa felt her
protective nature rise; Sara had been a good friend to her as well as Denise's aunt and mentor.
Standing from the back porch steps and brushing off her denim shorts, Randa moved through the screen door into the house lost in thought. It wasn't until
she stopped at her desk and spied the phone that Randa had an idea. Maybe there's someone who can shed a little light on this whole thing. Finding the
number, the nurse dialed then listened as the connection was made.
"Hello?
"Diane, hi. It's Randa."
"Randa! It's always lovely to hear from you. How are you, dear?"
"Fine, Diane. Denise and I are both fine. I know she'll tell you herself when she comes up to Derbyshire for the book signing. She said she definitely
wanted to have a good visit with you."
"I'll be looking forward to that, it's been a while since we've had the chance to just sit and chat. We did quite a bit of that when Sara was still alive."
Diane had been Sara's best friend and, as Randa had learned after the older Jennings' death, much more important to Sara than that. Sara had been in
love with Diane though circumstances that Randa wasn't sure of had kept them apart.
"I envy you those times, Diane. It seemed like I just got to know Sara when she lost her ability to speak and then died. I wish I'd known her better." Randa
wasn't sure what she was fishing for but if anyone knew something about Sara that Denise didn't, it would be Diane.
"What was Sara like when she was younger? You two met in college didn't you?"
"Oh, yes!" Diane chuckled. "I haven't thought about those days in such a long time. I had just moved to London which in the late 1950's was a very exciting
place& "
***
Sara Jennings folded the piece of paper yet again after scratching through another entry on it. This would be the seventh flat for let she'd seen that day.
The list of possible rentals was dwindling rapidly. It never fails; either the flat is nice and the flatmate is strange or the person is fine but the flat is a
disaster she thought.
Sara's patience was wearing thin. It was Wednesday and she needed to get her living arrangements settled before classes started on the next Monday.
Staying with Geoff and Alice Spicer, friends of her brother, was only a temporary solution. The Spicers were a lovely couple but spending the next few
terms with them in their tiny extra bedroom wasn't the university experience she had been hoping for.
The young woman looked around as she walked down the street toward the next address on the list gleaned from the bulletin boards around the campus.
The neighborhood was older but seemed well cared for. There were pensioners as well as young mothers pushing apple-cheeked infants in their prams.
The brilliant blue of Sara's eyes observed all this as she stopped briefly to straighten her scarf around her dark brunette hair. Checking her look in the
reflection of the chemist's shop window, she was satisfied with her appearance. Her coat was clean though slightly worn, a testament to her working class
background.
Her father had been a tailor before being killed on the beaches of Normandy in 1944 when Sara had been just eight years old. Her mother used the
training from her wartime job as a military camp cook to earn a job as a cook at the university in Birmingham. Sara and her brother Daniel who was four
years her elder, grew up on the campus. It was there she discovered a love of books and learning, eventually deciding to pursue the dream of becoming a
teacher. Daniel had decided on a career in architecture and had just returned to Birmingham after completing his final term at college in Manchester. He
had recently become engaged to a lovely young woman by the name of Angelina and they planned to marry in a few months after he became established
with the local company that had hired him.
Sara was glad her brother was so happy with his life but in her heart she knew that his kind of life was not for her. She wanted to see more of England and
the world than the city she grew up in. After long discussions with her mother it was decided Sara would attend the university in London to work toward her
teaching degree. Daniel had contacted a school friend and Sara was given a part-time job in the law office Geoff Spicer worked in.
That brought her to this day and the thus far futile hunt for a suitable flat. Drawing herself up to her full five foot nine height, she moved along the sidewalk
when a small sign in a downstairs window caught her eye. Flatmate wanted, third floor it said simply. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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some time before she would be able to call the poet and find out how the day had gone. I feel so damn helpless sitting on the porch steps in Silver Valley
when I know Denise is putting herself and her work out on the line.
Randa thought about the conversation she had with Denise yesterday. At least she thought about the part of the conversation they had before Randa's
libido had sat up and clambered for attention. God, I've never done that before. I'm glad Denise just went with me on it. Phone sex, one more thing off life's
little to-do list! The nurse smiled to herself at the memory.
Randa was a little bothered by something that Denise had mentioned. Why would someone write to say if they knew the whole truth about Sara they
wouldn't want to publish the book? The blonde knew Denise had fictionalised Sara's life, the story was to be light-hearted and inspirational, not a
biography. If you discarded the way the book was written you still had the glaring fact that someone was trying to blacken Sara's name. Randa felt her
protective nature rise; Sara had been a good friend to her as well as Denise's aunt and mentor.
Standing from the back porch steps and brushing off her denim shorts, Randa moved through the screen door into the house lost in thought. It wasn't until
she stopped at her desk and spied the phone that Randa had an idea. Maybe there's someone who can shed a little light on this whole thing. Finding the
number, the nurse dialed then listened as the connection was made.
"Hello?
"Diane, hi. It's Randa."
"Randa! It's always lovely to hear from you. How are you, dear?"
"Fine, Diane. Denise and I are both fine. I know she'll tell you herself when she comes up to Derbyshire for the book signing. She said she definitely
wanted to have a good visit with you."
"I'll be looking forward to that, it's been a while since we've had the chance to just sit and chat. We did quite a bit of that when Sara was still alive."
Diane had been Sara's best friend and, as Randa had learned after the older Jennings' death, much more important to Sara than that. Sara had been in
love with Diane though circumstances that Randa wasn't sure of had kept them apart.
"I envy you those times, Diane. It seemed like I just got to know Sara when she lost her ability to speak and then died. I wish I'd known her better." Randa
wasn't sure what she was fishing for but if anyone knew something about Sara that Denise didn't, it would be Diane.
"What was Sara like when she was younger? You two met in college didn't you?"
"Oh, yes!" Diane chuckled. "I haven't thought about those days in such a long time. I had just moved to London which in the late 1950's was a very exciting
place& "
***
Sara Jennings folded the piece of paper yet again after scratching through another entry on it. This would be the seventh flat for let she'd seen that day.
The list of possible rentals was dwindling rapidly. It never fails; either the flat is nice and the flatmate is strange or the person is fine but the flat is a
disaster she thought.
Sara's patience was wearing thin. It was Wednesday and she needed to get her living arrangements settled before classes started on the next Monday.
Staying with Geoff and Alice Spicer, friends of her brother, was only a temporary solution. The Spicers were a lovely couple but spending the next few
terms with them in their tiny extra bedroom wasn't the university experience she had been hoping for.
The young woman looked around as she walked down the street toward the next address on the list gleaned from the bulletin boards around the campus.
The neighborhood was older but seemed well cared for. There were pensioners as well as young mothers pushing apple-cheeked infants in their prams.
The brilliant blue of Sara's eyes observed all this as she stopped briefly to straighten her scarf around her dark brunette hair. Checking her look in the
reflection of the chemist's shop window, she was satisfied with her appearance. Her coat was clean though slightly worn, a testament to her working class
background.
Her father had been a tailor before being killed on the beaches of Normandy in 1944 when Sara had been just eight years old. Her mother used the
training from her wartime job as a military camp cook to earn a job as a cook at the university in Birmingham. Sara and her brother Daniel who was four
years her elder, grew up on the campus. It was there she discovered a love of books and learning, eventually deciding to pursue the dream of becoming a
teacher. Daniel had decided on a career in architecture and had just returned to Birmingham after completing his final term at college in Manchester. He
had recently become engaged to a lovely young woman by the name of Angelina and they planned to marry in a few months after he became established
with the local company that had hired him.
Sara was glad her brother was so happy with his life but in her heart she knew that his kind of life was not for her. She wanted to see more of England and
the world than the city she grew up in. After long discussions with her mother it was decided Sara would attend the university in London to work toward her
teaching degree. Daniel had contacted a school friend and Sara was given a part-time job in the law office Geoff Spicer worked in.
That brought her to this day and the thus far futile hunt for a suitable flat. Drawing herself up to her full five foot nine height, she moved along the sidewalk
when a small sign in a downstairs window caught her eye. Flatmate wanted, third floor it said simply. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]