Untimely Graves
“Where’s the pepper dust? That blessed tomcat from over the road is paying my garden far too much attention.’ ‘And I suppose I’d better slip over and see how Hannah is,’ Sam said.
Dorrie thrust her feet into her rubber gardening clogs. She looked up through her round specs at her nephew, hesitated and then said softly, ‘Suppose nothing, Sam. Help her if you can, but don’t go letting yourself in for something you’ll regret, just because you’re sorry for her.’ ‘Set your mind at rest. All that was over a long, long time since.’ ‘Ah, but does she know that?’ As so often happened, Dorrie, under her vague exterior, had her finger right on the button. Hannah still clung to him. He acknowledged this was only natural, in the circumstances … who else did she have to turn to? But though he’d told her plainly enough that anything more than friendship wasn’t on, he wasn’t sure she’d accepted it. And he was still worried about her, and that masochistic tendency she had to attract trouble to herself.
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