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a dance at the village hall.â
âDid you use to go there with your husband?â
âNo... he couldnât dance. I sit listening to the music.â
âYou must miss him.â
âQuite the contrary. Living with him was no fun at all. He gave up on me a long time ago.â
âSurely not!â I cut in with surprise. I could not imagine anyone giving up on a twenty seven year old woman who looked quite as beautiful. The man had to be insane or blind. âThereâs something thatâs bothering me,â I carried on. âYou have no electricity in the village, no motor vehicles and youâre self sufficient for food. But where does the money come to buy seeds and any goods you need to buy? Who pays for the goods and how do they do it without money?â
âThe benefactor looks after us,â she said simply.
âThe benefactor?â I echoed puzzled. âWhoâs he?â
âI donât know,â she replied innocently. âYouâll have to ask Mr. Townsend that question if you want to know the answer.â
I started to become frustrated again because every avenue of enquiry seemed to branch off to another one. There were no straight answers to anything in this place!
âWhenâs your husbandâs funeral?â I enquired trying to keep the conversation going.
âHeâs already been buried,â she answered sadly. âThey took his body away before you came.â
âBut isnât there going to be a funeral. Some kind of a wake afterwards to celebrate his life?â
âWhat for?â she replied. âHeâs dead and they buried him.â
I made a mental note to visit the churchyard to search for his grave the following day to determine that he had been buried there. It all sounded so weird.
âHow long were you married?â I carried on. I assessed that the boy was eleven and that she was about twenty-seven, so she had married when she was about sixteen or so.
âToo long,â she replied dourly which astonished me. Her comment indicated that she had little love for her late husband during the time they lived together.
I was lost for words for a while and then the boy entered the room. He stared at me bleakly from the doorway as though he wanted to trust me with his problem. His young voice rang out in my head. âYouâve got to help me. Youâve got to help us! You must!â If only he could bring himself to tell me what was troubling him!
âThis village puzzles me,â I confided, trying to keep an even tone in my voice. âThereâs no television, no computers, no dvds or hi-fis. No newspapers... no telephones... no village inn because no oneâs allowed to drink... no cinema... everyoneâs employed and no one leaves the village to go anywhere else. You tell me that a benefactor, whoever he might be, provides any money you need. Itâs all so Victorian. I donât get it.â
âYou donât have to, Mr. Ross.,â she told me casually. âYou donât live here. Youâre not a member of our community.â
âWhat would you say if I told you I intended to stay... despite the hostility shown to me by some of the folk?â
She stared at me for almost half a minute before replying.
âAre you propositioning me, Mr. Ross?â she ventured. âDo you think you might want to live with me here?â
Her question took my breath away. I would have loved to have said it but she did it for me. She had taken the bull by the horns and opened up our lives as easily as one handles a picnic on the grass,
âFirstly, â I began in a new light, âI want you to call me Sam. Secondly, it was the last thing in my mind to hitch up with a woman... not for some time yet anyway... but you are so attractive I want to take you in my arms and hug you day and night. Iâm sorry that youâre grieving having just buried your
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