Page 24 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse
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Recalling the conversation, I had with Paul as I drove. He explained at breakfast how his father suddenly became ill and suffered a fatal heart attack. Paul was living with his girlfriend of four years in the city. She refused to move back to the pub with him complaining that he was putting his mother before her. Paul decided to return without her although very upset, he could not refuse his mother’s request. Penny was upset for her son and wanted to speak to his girlfriend, but Paul told her to leave it. Four years on he is still single but would love to do some more travelling in the future. Doing the math’s, he would be about twenty- eight. ‘Not so young after all’, I mused to myself.
I spotted the estate agents office in the middle of the high street.
‘All I need now was a parking space’, I mumbled to myself.
At that moment a car indicated to pull out of a space right in front of the agency door. ‘The gods are with me’, I cheered as I waved to the driver ,‘Thanks’.
‘Well, Miss Shankey, I have a lovely cottage not too far out of the village you mentioned. It’s ready for occupation now’ the estate agent chided.
‘Lead the way’ I ordered, smiling.
Not sure where Mr. Harris was taking me I asked, ‘Is it much further?’
‘Just a couple more yards, down this lane’, he pointed straight ahead.
We soon arrived at a little thatched cottage standing alone in a plot of land next to a working farm. As we entered the opened gates I could see the cottage looked a little neglected. The windows were tiny as I expected, but they had beautiful lead trimming. The thatched roof stood out over the two top windows like protruding eyelids, they looked cute and made me smile. The inside had ample space, it opened into a large room with an Inglenook fireplace, in the kitchen area there was a large Aga, an


































































































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