Linda Harrison Welch looked out of her bedroom window from behind the lace curtains that her lover had insisted be hung there. The cricket square was being mowed ready for the Sunday afternoon match. Linda could still smell Joan Wilberforce’s perfume.

How she loved her Clarins! And her Jaeger!

The owner of The Bargeman turned round; back to the four-poster bed that she had been sharing with Joan every night for the past week or so. How they had enjoyed being together! What pleasure they had brought each other!

I have loved like I never loved!

But not the previous evening; and not this morning.

I wish I could turn back time! I wish none of this had happened! I wish Joan had not found out!

Linda sat on the edge of the...

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