The Ghost of Fiddler's Hill: Corazon Books Vintage Romance by Sheila Burns

Author:Sheila Burns [Burns, Sheila]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: wholesome, vintage, 1960s, romance, clean, sweet, second chances
Publisher: Corazon Books (Vintage Romance)
Published: 2017-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Lindy rang up Alan and was rather surprised that he could speak to her in person. He was quite nice at first, then he adopted the attitude of blaming them for what had happened. If he had never come down to the Crown, where they had that awful torn drugget on the landing, it would not have happened. He caught his foot in the thing, put out a hand to save himself and missed his hold. It was a disgrace. He stressed the pain. He had not had a wink of sleep with it, and what did he do?

Lindy cut short the argument. She was ashamed to behave like this, but it was very like Alan to cook up a good story and blame the whole world for his personal misfortunes.

All the same it was possible that she would have gone down to the Crown to see Alan immediately after breakfast save for the fact that other things happened at Fiddler’s Hill.

A child came running up the drive and burst in through the open door, screaming for Mrs. Baker. The child’s mum had sent her along to tell Mrs. Baker to come quickly, because her old man had had a stroke. He had always been an irritating old man and in fact some of Mrs. Baker’s stories about him gave the idea that long ago she had sickened of him, but the moment she heard that he was ill she changed her tune. He might have been the Romeo in her life, and she his Juliet.

Mrs. Baker was all of a tizzy. The child told her that her husband was lying on the floor making funny noises, and one side of his face looking awful! Her sister had gone for the doctor and the nurse, whilst the child came for her.

‘Oh, my Gawd!’ said Mrs. Baker. ‘Whatever do I do? If he’s bad, I’ll die myself. What will I do?’

Simon took her round immediately in Lindy’s runabout; she was weeping profusely. Everybody knew that they had never got on, and the thought of death could not be that nightmare that she made it out to be, but how she wept!

Half an hour later Davies went round to see what had happened. The old man had been got to bed, he said, and was still unconscious, and although the doctor had tried to get him into the hospital, there wasn’t a bed for him. The district nurse was with him, doing everything, whilst Mrs. Baker sat and howled.

At this moment Lindy hardly liked to confess that her worry was what would happen about today’s supper?

‘We’ll go down to the hotel for it,’ said Simon, and then remembered that Alan was at the hotel and they could not possibly go there. ‘We’ll go into Colchester,’ he corrected himself.

By teatime it was quite obvious that Mrs. Baker would not be returning for a very long time, if ever. Felix Archer dropped in on his way back from the cottage. The man was bad, very bad, he doubted if he would ever do much again, but one never knew in these cases.

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