I couldnt have got it to her before tomorrow otherwise, he explained again.Astra works too hard, she remarked to her other lovely cousin, Fennia.Had a good day Given I nearly wrote off an Aston Martin with a Mercedes, cant complain, she smiled, and shared the experience with her cousin over a sumptuous casserole Fennia had made while waiting for her two cousins to come home.
Theyd roomed together, the three cousins, at boarding-school Theyd shared each others secrets, mopped up in the early days-each others tears when their mothers had hopped from relationship to relationship. Stable backgrounds-forget it Theyd had so many uncles, it had needed a young mind to keep up with it. Theyd tried hard not to be judgmental, but it had been just a touch embarrassing not knowing which uncle had been coming with their mothers to pick them up at each termend. Aunt Delia had been ten years old when her widowed mother had remarried, and in three years had produced three daughters. It was the younger girls dreadfully strict upbringing, Aunt Delia had explained, by a father who seemed to have few sensitivities, that was responsible for the way each of her half-sisters, in turn, had rebelled. Yancies mother apparently had been well off the rails before Yancies father had been killed. Fennias mother was twice married-and on the lookout for husband number three. And Astras mother had twice divorced and was at present living with someone. With that kind of a background, the three cousins had been sixteen when, fearing they might have inherited some wayward gene from their mothers, they had vowed that they were going to guard with everything they had against turning out like their mothers. They wanted nothing of their mothers explosive and sometimes quite awful relationships which in the main-brought nothing but disaster. And so far, thank goodness, none of them had felt the smallest inclination to be wayward where men were concerned. Though it was true that if they ever went out on a date and did dip their toes in unchartered, experimental waters it was mainly with someone fairly safe whom theyd known for ages-usually the brother or relation of someone with whom theyd been at boarding-school. Yancie drove to work the following morning growing more and more comfortable with her lot. She was still in frequent telephone contact with her stepfather-who now employed a housekeeper-but she still had no wish to return to live in the same house as Estelle. Yancie drove into the vast garages of the Addison Kirk Group and exchanged her uniform jacket and neat shoes for a pair of Wellingtons and an over-large over-all. The men she worked with were getting more and more used to seeing her about the place. But even though-as she unreeled the water hose prior to tackling the wheel arches on yesterdays Mercedes-she knew she must look a sketch in her present outfit it still didnt prevent one courageous colleague from commenting, You still look terrific even in that get-up She had no wish to be thought stand-offish. Theres no substitute for style-and youve got it, plus, he stated, and looked so serious, she had to laugh-which caused him to ask her for a date. Her laugh faded. I never mix business with pleasure, she replied, and turned away to concentrate on turning the water on. She was happily absorbed in her task when Wilf Fisher, one of the mechanics and a family man, came over to thank her for going out of her way to drop a spare electric kettle off to his mother yesterday. It was a pleasure, she assured him, though it had been a fifty-mile round trip on which she headed as soon as shed seen Mr Clements safely to his destination.
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