Page 87 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘Can you check us into the B&B we thought we might all stay over, and have dinner together we can set off early tomorrow’, I told him, ‘we’ll have one more night relaxing before getting back to the grindstone’. He joyfully agreed.
Rex was waiting for us at the entrance to the bed and breakfast, ‘it’s so good to see you’, he almost ran toward me and reaching up to kiss him he whispered, ‘I love you’, I wanted to reply but we needed to talk first so I just smiled and enjoyed his embrace. Unfortunately, there had been only one available room, so Rex had booked Amber and Penny in together. I could tell he was disappointed, but he knew that it was the gentlemanly thing to do.
‘When we get back after dinner we need to talk’, I told him.
I would have like my own room, for privacy but I didn’t mind sharing with Penny especially after everything we had shared over the last couple of days.
At dinner we got the full story from Rex about Mr. Stapleton. Apparently, he had spoken to Rex’s father only a couple of years back, he had come to see him because he needed a parcel delivered to Rex’s mum. He informed him then that she was very ill. Mr. Stapleton had an assignment in Canada at that time and promised to deliver the parcel himself, but he arrived to find no one at home and left the parcel in our outside mail box. He hadn’t given him a phone number, so he couldn’t contact anyone to let them know he’d delivered the parcel.
‘He tried to contact my father when he got back to England a couple of months later but the phone number he had was now disconnected’, you could hear the disappointment in his voice, ‘he’s looking for that number and will call me when he has it or any other information’.
‘I suppose it’s a little way forward’, Penny tried to sound convincing.