Chapter Five
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A couple of seconds passed as incredible recognition dawned. “My God,” I gasped, “Alan!”.
“No, you should know better than that. It’s Lucy, okay?” she said with a smug smile. And as I sat mute and transfixed, Lucy looked at me, her tastefully made-up face a picture of amused delight. And then we both began to giggle and it took us quite a while to get things back under control.
“I have a confession” she said at last. “That hair I held up didn’t come from your shoulder at all. I’d brought it down with me – a final trick of the day to test you. And it worked !” Which set us giggling again.
“But how did you suspect in the first place ?” I asked. “Well the concept itself wasn’t exactly foreign to me, was it now ?” she replied, fluttering what had become enviable eye-lashes. “But when I received your e-mail yesterday I began to think that perhaps we had more in common than we had ever imagined. It was obvious your mind was somewhere else — set on something other than the Berfield contract. Otherwise I don’t’ think you would have signed it “Alison”, would you now ?”
Ouch ! Once again I had hit the send button without re-reading. Only this one time I was glad – ecstatically glad.
The thought was interrupted by an exaggerated cough. “Excuse me,” said Lucy, “but much as I enjoy talking to you, I’d really rather meet Alison. Do you think you might go up to your room and have her come down? “
And so I did.
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