A Wreath for My Sister (2012)
“The threat of further snow hadn’t quite receded. The lights were already on at Blyton’s, pale spots winking through the gloom, and as Joanna and Mike drew up they could hear the clank of machinery.
During the journey she had filled him in on some of the details, but there were more – many more – that she hadn’t told him and she knew she never would.
The secretary met them at the main door, her pale eyes bright with curiosity and suspicion.
But Joanna was being careful. She had learn...ed before not to cast blame until she was 100 per cent sure. There was still room for doubt.
In spite of the plaque with Stuart Thorr’s name on the door she didn’t at first recognize him. Out of his cycling shorts, helmet and Oakleys and in his dark suit, plain tie and white shirt he looked completely different ... more ordinary, shorter, less muscular, his face a little plumper.
She recalled a caption from a magazine, ‘Cyclists are sexy’.MoreLess
During the journey she had filled him in on some of the details, but there were more – many more – that she hadn’t told him and she knew she never would.
The secretary met them at the main door, her pale eyes bright with curiosity and suspicion.
But Joanna was being careful. She had learn...ed before not to cast blame until she was 100 per cent sure. There was still room for doubt.
In spite of the plaque with Stuart Thorr’s name on the door she didn’t at first recognize him. Out of his cycling shorts, helmet and Oakleys and in his dark suit, plain tie and white shirt he looked completely different ... more ordinary, shorter, less muscular, his face a little plumper.
She recalled a caption from a magazine, ‘Cyclists are sexy’.MoreLess
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