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- Blast from the Past
- Copyright
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I nodded. ‘I am but I’m determined not to think about it while we’re here. It’s been wonderful to have a break from all my concerns back home. I’ll deal with it when I get back. Heather’s been texting but I purposely haven’t read her or Stuart’s messages.’
‘Good for you. Heather’s a good manager so I’m sure will cope if anything’s come up. And you know Marcia and I will do whatever we can to help.’
‘I do, but let’s not talk about it now. If I start worrying here, there’s not anything I can do, it’s not going to make any difference, and it would only spoil our last day.’
‘Exactly,’ said Pete. ‘Very wise.’
We chatted away about our plans for Christmas and the time flashed by until Marcia came back with Adita, who beckoned to Pete to go with her.
‘So, how was it?’ I asked.
‘Not saying. I don’t want to influence you. How about we tell each other what she said when we’re all done,’ she said, and with that, she went over to a sun-lounger, picked up a magazine from a nearby table and stretched out on the bed.
‘OK, but good or bad do you reckon?’ I asked.
Marcia put her hand up to her mouth and zipped. ‘My lips are sealed.’
‘Spoilsport,’ I said. I could see she wasn’t going to be budged, so I got out my book of puzzles to do while I waited. I loved puzzles and crosswords; they were great for passing time at airports, on planes and trains, or anywhere I had an hour to kill. I’d even been known to have a jigsaw on my dining table on a rainy weekend, something that Marcia found hilarious.
An hour later, Pete was back. He looked slightly dazed and, for the first time, I felt a twinge of apprehension. ‘OK?’ I asked.
‘Fantastic,’ he said as he went to sit by Marcia. ‘She’s definitely got something.’
Hmm, I’ll be the judge of that, and I mustn’t give anything away, I thought, as Adita beckoned that I should follow her. I got up and she led me back to the reception area, along a corridor to the left and into one of the hotel rooms. I knew from gullible friends that sometimes fortune-tellers fished for clues. Well, I wasn’t going to give her any.
‘Saranya Ji will come in short time,’ said Adita, as she indicated that I should take a seat, then she left me alone to wait.