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about eighteen months ago. The poor soul is ninety but still manages to totter around. Alice, why are you looking at me like that?’
Alice raised her eyebrows. ‘A thought just crossed my mind. She might know who the other residents are. Do I have to spell it out?’
Marjorie went quiet and finished her meal. ‘I take it you want to go and see her to wheedle out some murky details about this mysterious woman?’
Beaming at her friend, Alice grinned and nodded. ‘Think about it? It’s a golden opportunity and if she doesn’t know, I bet she knows someone who does.’
‘I can’t guarantee you’ll get an answer, because Constance has a memory problem,’ warned Marjorie.
‘Don’t we all,’ laughed Alice.
‘I’m free this afternoon. Hubby has several meetings today but he’ll ring when he’s ready to come home. Let me see if I have her number.’
When they arrived at the front entrance to the apartments, Marjorie pressed eleven on the security pad. A quiet voice answered: ‘Push the door and come up.’ They took the lift to the top floor and Marjorie led Alice to number eleven. The door was ajar, so they walked in to find Constance sitting by the window gazing across the bay.
The elderly lady turned to her companion. ‘These are my visitors, Alice, and Marjorie, my friend. I’m going to speak with them and I will call if I need you.’
The younger woman nodded hello and went to another room. ‘Who’s that?’ frowned Marjorie.
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