Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (22) Betcha By Golly Wow – Lindsay’s Tale (Part 05)
Roxy and Rosie had to be back at work the next day so they drove back to Mornington that night but Lindsay had the rest of the week off so she stayed on at her Aunty Lynn’s caravan for a few extra days.
Roxy wasn’t really comfortable leaving her on her own but as she worked at Sharpington Station she pledged to check up on her during the week but just to be on the safe side she gave Lindsay her pepper spray just to be on the safe side.
Lindsay didn’t feel at risk, she had after all stayed in the caravan on her own on many occasions and she knew the people in the vans either side of her.
One of the reasons Lindsay wanted to stay on at the caravan after the Bank Holiday was to have some quiet time to herself away from the hubbub in the Cooper household.
As much as she loved her family, to spend four days on her own in a caravan was bliss.
Even if she spent the time catching up with her reading with the only thing for company being the sound of the September rain beating on the roof, which it did for three days.
On Friday the weather improved which was just as well as the other reason she had stayed on in Sharpington was because she was had been invited to the 30th birthday party for one of the vets she worked with, Hayley Gwilym, at the Palladium Ballroom on the promenade.
She spent most of Friday afternoon getting ready, but was still late leaving and set off from the caravan just after 8.00pm.
It was a safe walk down to the town of Sharpington from Whitecliff as it was along a well-used road which was busy during the day and very well lit at night.
Lindsay entered Jubilee Park a little after 8.30pm, she was apprehensive about walking through the park at dusk but she was late for the party so she had no real choice.
She walked hurriedly and that brisk pace was as a result of her tardiness and her unease in equal measure.
Her invitation to the party stated, which sat in her bag, in no uncertain terms that the theme for the evening was a simple one.
Entry to the Palladium Ballroom, even with an invitation, would only be granted providing the bearer was wearing pink and the more pink the better.
Which was why Lindsay was wearing a pink dress, pink shoes, had a pink ribbon in her hair and carried a pink handbag, she was even wearing pink underwear but she didn’t intend showing that to all and sundry.
Chris White was heading in the opposite direction to Lindsay on his way home from work and couldn’t help but notice the girl in the pink dress.
He always noticed pretty girls, especially blondes, and he guessed from the colour of her outfit exactly where she was headed.
He had seen a lot of similarly dressed men and women in and around town and a lot of them where heading into the Palladium Ballroom.
As he passed her on a parallel path she reached into her bag for her mobile phone and as she pulled it out she also pulled out a small pink envelope with it, which fell silently to the floor.