On the first Wednesday in March, Daryn Goldsmith was
in Spaniards Creek to perform his first inspection on the Spanish River site.
He was a stonemason by trade but doubled up as the
Islands Building inspector, which was scarcely even a part time occupation.
He
was forty-eight years old and was widowed, and was living in Purplemere at the
time, and immediately after his wife’s death he seemed to suddenly appear on
the radar of the local spinster’s, widows and divorcees in and around his
own age.
It
all began at his wife’s funeral where he was buttonholed by two well-presented
mourners who made it perfectly clear he could avail himself of them if he so
chose to do.
Many
months after his dear wife was laid to rest, after repeatedly rebuffing the
endless advances of even the most attractive of his pursuers he decided to
transfer to Pipershaven.
Part
of his duties at the council was to perform any and all building inspections on
the Pepperstock Bay Islands.
In
the two years following his bereavement he had managed to avoid dating even if
he was sometimes lonely and he would probably have continued avoiding it but
for a providential coming together.
He
travelled to Beaumont Island on a damp miserable Wednesday morning and his
first stop was Stephenson’s Supermarket on the outskirts of St Pierre to pick
up something for lunch.
He
was just about to leave the car park when another car reversed into him, and
they had a minor fender bender.
Daryn
and the other driver got out of their cars, and they both looked at the damage
before looking at each other.
“Oh
God I’m so sorry” she said
“No
harm done” he said
“I’ll
pay for the damage”
“There
isn’t any, just a few scuffs” he said and then looked at the other driver for
the first time.
She
was a very tall striking woman, with long ginger hair, and a smiling freckled
face.
“Well,
we’d better exchange details anyway just in case” She said and handed him her
business card, Debbie Wilson, Roman Water Farm.
“Ok,
Debbie Wilson, Roman Water Farm, but I don’t think
there’s any need” he replied and handed her his own details
“Well sorry again, Daryn” she said, and he watched as she got back into her car and drove away.
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