“I need you to get something for me” Dennis said to Wendy “I’m not a thief” she said defensively knowing he was an ex policeman “I know you’re not honey” he said
Having rendezvoused on the perimeter road, Brian and Amanda set off for Lover’s Leap. It wasn’t a long walk from where they met but it wasn’t an easy one either as it was a steep climb.
When Gwen suggested she take Wendy on a shopping trip to Abbottsford she said “Abbottsford? Really?” she said “Yes” Gwen replied “When was the last time you were there?” “I’ve never been to Abbottsford before” she said “I’ve never been out of Sharpington” “Well we had better make a day of it then” she said
On Sunday Morning Brian went to St Mary’s with his Grandparents as was the norm and while they socialised at the back of the Church he scanned the congregation for a sight of Amanda, but to no avail.
When I was young at Grandpa’s house, I would play in the cold icy snow. I would play, even as it slowly melted through my clothes, turning my skin a...
The next day Alison Williams and young Oliver had escorted Wendy to her mum’s caravan to pick up her things and afterwards she put Wendy straight to work, to keep her mind occupied.
After the funeral of Shelley Davies it was decided among the family that someone should be staying at the house with her surviving brother, Matthew and his wife, Lindsey, for the first few weeks, just to make sure they were coping alright.
Following the success of the party on Saturday Gwen had a quiet evening in on her own and an early night. The next day it was St Lucy’s as usual and was on the receiving end of a surprise herself when Dennis appeared unexpectedly halfway through the service as he wasn’t due back until the Wednesday.
Brian Summers could offer no excuse for what he was thinking as the girl sobbed her heart out against his chest and he consoled her with his empty words. He could have said in his defense that it was because he was holding in his arms a very beautiful young woman, but that didn’t excuse his grossly inappropriate thoughts about what she was wearing beneath her mourning clothes.