The Blood of An Englishman
“The phone started to ring. She had recently changed to an ex-directory number so she felt safe to answer it.
It was Paul Newton. “I thought you might be at home. I’ve been watching events on television. Are you all right?”
“Just tired.”
“Want to meet up for a meal later and tell me about it?”
Agatha hesitated for a moment. Then she said, “It’s my time to treat you. I’ll meet you in the Black Bear in Moreton-in-Marsh at seven.”
“That’s great. See you then.”
Just as she put down the receiver, the phone rang again. It was Charles. “Hullo, Agatha,” he said.
“Goodbye, Charles,” retorted Agatha and hung up. She had suddenly decided she was fed up with Charles treating her in his usual cavalier way. Maybe she didn’t fancy Paul, but an evening with a man who admired her was preferable to the company of Charles who too often looked on her with a cynical eye.
* * * Contrary to her usual behaviour when out on a date, Agatha arrived at the Black Bear wearing comfortable clothes and the minimu...m of make-up.MoreLess
It was Paul Newton. “I thought you might be at home. I’ve been watching events on television. Are you all right?”
“Just tired.”
“Want to meet up for a meal later and tell me about it?”
Agatha hesitated for a moment. Then she said, “It’s my time to treat you. I’ll meet you in the Black Bear in Moreton-in-Marsh at seven.”
“That’s great. See you then.”
Just as she put down the receiver, the phone rang again. It was Charles. “Hullo, Agatha,” he said.
“Goodbye, Charles,” retorted Agatha and hung up. She had suddenly decided she was fed up with Charles treating her in his usual cavalier way. Maybe she didn’t fancy Paul, but an evening with a man who admired her was preferable to the company of Charles who too often looked on her with a cynical eye.
* * * Contrary to her usual behaviour when out on a date, Agatha arrived at the Black Bear wearing comfortable clothes and the minimu...m of make-up.MoreLess
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