Page 48 of A Midlife Marriage

Kay: There was a reason I stayed anonymous when I sent my first Valentine’s card, and it wasn’t because I was a psychopath.

Helen is typing …

Caro is typing...

Kay : I’m an overweight fifty-two-year-old woman, meeting someone in daylight, in a public place. What do you think is going to happen?

Helen: Drink spiked?

Caro: Credit cards stolen?

Kay:

Helen: I’ll come as a chaperone.

Kay: NO

Caro: Me too.

Kay : NO. Caro don’t even think about coming down. You’re getting married on Friday for heaven’s sake!

Caro: I’m already in London.

Helen: Why?

Caro: Change of plan.

Kay: Everything OK?

Caro:

Helen: I can drive you, Kay.

Kay is typing…

Caro: Or I can.

Helen: How else are you going to get there?

Kay is still typing…

Caro: And you’re retired now. Taxis are expensive.

Kay: OK. Someone can drive. But no-one is coming in. You can go to one of the bars opposite. I’ll text when I need a getaway car.

Helen: OK

Caro:

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Helen: Why are you in London? I thought you weren’t coming down until tomorrow evening.

Caro: Can’t explain by text.

Helen: Are you OK?

Caro: I’m trying to be.

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