The next day after Frank Neary and Maya Davenport shared a goodbye kiss, and Frank was walking away, Maya suddenly said
“Oh Frank I almost forgot”
“What?” he said and turned
around
“Violeta wants you to pop
into the shop, sooner rather than later,” she said
“Ok”
He had to admit he was a
little intrigued, but he would have to wait until the next day to find out what
Violeta had to share that was so important.
Violeta and Arron were
outside the shop arranging the assortment of goods on display.
“Hello, you two” Frank said
brightly
“Frank” she said excitedly
and ran towards me.
“Frank” she said again “Arron
darling Frank’s here”
“Frank” Arron said as he
offered his hand
They were both in a state of
great excitement
“Is everything ok?” he asked
“Oh yes” Violeta said
grinning from ear to ear, then after an exchange of looks between them and a
nod from Arron she waved her slender hand under his nose and displayed the
sparkling engagement ring.
“We wanted you to be the
first to know” Violeta said and then danced excitedly on the spot, then after a
quick glance at Arron they said together
“We are engaged”
“Isn’t it wonderful?” Aunt
Louisa said as she stepped out of the shop
“Congratulations” he said
shaking hands with Arron
“Congratulations” he said
again kissing Violeta “I couldn’t be more pleased”
And he really couldn’t have
been more pleased, especially with himself as he had engineered the union
unbeknown to both parties.
After leaving the lovebirds
he continued on his way to work.
Rachel
Musson was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair, who managed
the commercial side of the Yacht Club in Sharpington.
Her
attire was always dour, and drab and she never smiled, and peered
superciliously over her spectacles at everyone, and was universally believed
that she was not a joyful person.
William Bailey was the treasurer of the club, and they exchanged
pleasantries, if you could call them that, but nothing more than that.
However,
one weekend a month they travelled independently to the Beaumont Manor Hotel on
the island, where they entertained one another, while her normal dour and drab
attire was replaced by much more exotic garb.
While the Island was enjoying
an Indian summer Molly and Danny’s near miss with Max Parsons the
previous week threw them into a blind panic.
So they spent Monday to
Friday working frantically to get the Sharon Jacques Book back on track and
worked from early every morning and burnt the midnight oil, and when they were
done Molly said
“Wow that’s good stuff”
“I agree,” Danny said “perhaps
we should work like this all the time”
They looked at each other for
about 10 seconds and they both said simultaneously
“Nah”
Elisa and Henry were staying
on St Giles for the weekend so Molly and Danny could have a chilled-out weekend
which was just what they needed after the kind of frantic week they’d just had.
In the final week of
September the Island was still enjoying an Indian summer as the harvest came to
an end while they had a more restrained week of writing and by Saturday, they
were ready to take a trip up to see Max after the weekend.
Midday on Monday Molly and
Danny left St Pierre on the ferry when the weather broke, and it rained all the
way
to Applesford where they
stayed overnight at the flat.
It was still raining heavily
when they set off again the next day, but it had eased off by the time they got
to Abbotsford.
They booked straight into the
Regents Hotel and had a relaxing remainder of the day then met up with Max on
Wednesday and he was delighted with their output and over dinner that night
they announced that they were taking the rest of the month off, which he took
surprisingly well.
They spent Thursday in
Abbottsford and did some shopping and in the evening had dinner and went to the
theatre.
The weather on the return
journey on Friday was atrocious so they overnighted at the flat again and got
the ferry back to the island on Saturday morning in the sunshine.
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