Adamâs cakes alone ought to do the trick.
Finally I pull out a poster, with a little map showing directions to the café.
âThatâs all very well, Alice,â says Owen, âbut we really need something like this at the end of the alleyway.â
âSorted â I hope.â I have my fingers crossed here; Iâve been a bit cheeky and he mightnât like what Iâve done. âIâve got quite friendly with the woman in the haberdashery on the corner, and sheâs willing to put it in her window provided you give her staff a 20% discount.â
Owen is open mouthed and I back pedal rapidly. âI know 20% sounds a lot but she strikes a hard bargain. I could always go back to her thoughâ¦I havenât promised...â
âOh Alice, itâs not that at all â youâre wonderful, really you are. How on earth did you think of doing that?â
I shrug my shoulders. âIâve worked in selling all my life and it feels like Iâve always known this sort of stuff. It comes naturally. Anyway,â I carry on quickly, âhow do you want to tweak the poster?â
We talk for a little longer, and when everything is finalised and Iâve finished my wine I stand up to leave. I say everything, but there is still a small piece of card in my pocket and I canât decide whether to give it to Owen or not. But he seems a bit less tense than he has been of late so I decide to risk it. Itâs a little trick I read about in Psychologies magazine.
âIâve got something for you,â I venture, and I press it into his hand.
He reads it out loud: âThis too will pass.â
âFor when youâre having a particularly shitty day. Stuff it in your pocket and remember itâs there.â
âAlice, thatâs so sweet of youâ¦it might just help me to keep everything in perspective and stop me taking it all out on Adam. He really doesnât deserve it.â
âWe normally do take things out on the people closest to us.â
He smiles a wry smile. âYes, worrying, isnât it? Sometimesâ¦sometimes the harder you try with someone the more you tie yourself up in knots.â And I wonder if maybe, just maybe, he might be talking about me.
âPerhaps the answerâs not to fret about it too much,â I suggest, knowing only too well itâs easier said than done.
Owen offers to walk me home and we stroll in silence back to New Cottage. I am half way up the drive, some yards away from him, when I turn to say goodnight.
âCome here.â His voice is different; soft, low, yet commanding in a way which sends shivers down my spine.
I retrace my steps and he hugs me; tenderly but firmly, and then he drops a gentle kiss onto my cheek.
I find myself saying, âDonât disappear on meâ â but I donât know where the words come from.
âIâll try not to.â He touches my shoulder and smiles, and then he is gone. I raise my fingers to my cheek as I watch him walk up the village.
Chapter Sixteen
Although I never realised it, in suburbia there is a constant hum, even at night; distant traffic, the muted burble of TVs, the footsteps of late night dog walkers â and it is all quietly comforting. Out here, well, thereâs nothing.
If it really was nothing then I could get used to that; the trouble is the long stretches of nothing punctuated by sudden alarming noises which always wake me up. At first the screeches and screams completely unnerved me but when I mentioned them to Margaret she explained they were owls or foxes, so rather than being irrefutable evidence of murderers under my bedroom window they are just a pain in the neck.
It doesnât help that itâs so muggy I have to sleep with the windows open. Itâs an invitation to every bug in Yorkshire and most of them buzz and some of them even bite. After weeks and weeks of rural sleep deprivation I am starting to
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