It looked particularly fetching with my pyjamas as I made my first pot of coffee of the day, my hair like a scarecrow’s and my mascara giving me panda eyes. But, even through the slightly fuzzy thinking after too much wine the night before, one thing was clear. I couldn’t keep it. I just couldn’t. Twenty-five thousand pounds’ worth of necklace? What would Granny Allen say? What would my mother say, come to that? It was beautiful, but definitely not for me. Suddenly it seemed to be burning my skin. What could I have been thinking of ? What did he expect in return? How much had I had to drink? Quickly, I took it off and tucked it carefully into its velvet-lined box. I would ring him, thank him and sort it all out. But first I had to get to a phone. Living up here didn’t exactly make for spontaneous action. Tony had brought me back right to the cottage, splashing disdainfully through the ford. So the van was still at the pub. I tucked the box into my bag in the wardrobe. And, after a quick shower, and dressed in jeans and boots, I set off down the track.
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