“She’ll wonder where we’ve gone… if she ever comes back… call me, please…”
Mrs Hoffman tearfully pressed the card into my hand.
Afterwards her husband took me aside.
“She’s overwrought… I’m sorry. It’s been ten years since Mandy disappeared; bit of a wild child… wrong crowd… usual story. The police gave up looking long ago.”
The Hoffman’s moving-van left, just as ours arrived.
Now I finger the card she gave me, as the chandeliers quiver, unseen feet pound the stairs and doors slam.
How can I tell her?
Her daughter was here all the time.
And now she’s seriously pissed off…
Happy to be amongst home comforts, still struggling to sort the computer but revelling in unlimited broadband, power showers and access to Marks & Spencer food and clothing seven days a week. I’m a simple soul at heart… easily contented. 😉 Thanks to Rochelle for a photo that offers lots of scope, and for her tireless endeavours. Here’s lookin’ at you Rochelle… oops, did I touch a nerve there?