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That evening, Marissa waited for her sister to come home. She paced the rooms, thinking about her son, and wondered how much longer he could last in the shed. A niggling doubt had raged inside her head for weeks. Who was the man back in café? Why was he so keen to tell me about the shed? Does he go there? John has never mentioned any loiterers and he seemed confident when he talked about exploring his surroundings.
A noise in the lobby startled her and then the lounge door flew open. Louisa bounded in with her arms full of folders and papers. ‘Hi, what’s for dinner?’ she called.
‘Cottage pie with broccoli. Do you want a glass of wine?’
‘Yes, please. That reminds me, I must put another wine order in. Did you have a productive day?’
‘Not too bad. I went to the library and the mariner’s museum. Have you ever been?’ inquired Marissa slyly, knowing full well what the reply would be.
‘You have to be joking?’ laughed Louisa haughtily. ‘I don’t get time to go wandering in and out of those places. Neither should you. I thought you’d be out job-hunting? Have you registered with an agency yet? What about your CV? You do have one, don’t you?’
With a sigh and raised eyebrows her sister answered confidently: ‘You’ve asked me that before and I replied yes.’
‘Good! I know I ask the same questions every week, but I never get the right answer. I don’t understand why you haven’t registered at the Job Centre. If you’re out of
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