Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (26) Betcha By Golly Wow – Rosie’s Tale (Part 07)
In the days that followed the Bank Holiday weekend Kelly cursed herself for not exchanging contact details with Rosie Parsons.
She was positive that Rosie would be receptive to her advances but she could hardly make an advance if she didn’t know where she was.
Kelly knew she worked at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and that she lived in Mornington if only part time but although it was a small village she couldn’t go knocking on doors until she found the right one, that would make her a stalker.
Fortunately as the boss was moving her office into the Sharpington shop a week after the Parade she was very busy and had little spare time to dwell on it.
There was also the added distraction that week of the story in the Sharpington Courier about the sighting at the Sharpington Day Parade of a trio of golliwogs and a group dressed as the Jackson 5 written by her elder sister Molly.
There was also a picture from the event showing three individuals all with black curly wigs, black faces with white circles around their eyes. All were wearing typical golliwog or minstrel costumes of red, white and blue.
The paper also claimed that the picture was of two females and one male although Kelly couldn’t see how that mistake was made she thought it clearly looked like three girls.
She could have pointed out to Molly her error in regard to identifying Rosie as a man but that would have given away her identity.
Meanwhile Rosie was on nights and in the quiet moments of the wee small hours couldn’t get the image of the curvy florist out of her head.
It was not the first time in her life that she had feelings for a woman, though she had never acted upon them, but this one was different, maybe it was the circumstances under which they met when she felt Kelly’s reassuring and comforting arms around her, a feeling she would have liked to experience again.
She had been so busy that week that she was completely unaware of the story that had appeared in the Sharpington Courier.
Which was perhaps just as well, it wasn’t until she read another article in Sundays Abbottsford Clarion about pressure being applied from the highest levels to catch the culprits.
So she immediately phoned her friend Roxy to find out what had been going on in Sharpington.
Kelly had been very worried and a little intimidated about having the owner, Lizzie Katarski, coming to work out of her shop but as it turned out she needn’t have worried as she found her to be the least intimidating person she had ever met.
Also on that Monday Rosie got a phone call from her friend Roxy to say that they were dropping the investigation and they were in the clear.
After she had hung up the phone she was so relieved that she cried and as she sobbed she wished for Kelly’s comforting arms around her.