CHAPTER 13
“YOU CAN HAVE something stronger if you like?” Neville thought that maybe several double brandies might do the trick.
“An orange juice is fine. Thank you.”
A man had never before asked Thelma out for a drink. Her mother had always told her they were only after one thing, and to keep her hand on her halfpenny. Well, one orange juice at the leisure centre wouldn’t hurt!
“Do you just live with your mother then?”
Neville looked approvingly at Thelma’s shoulder length wavy auburn hair and suddenly had a mental picture of her turning into a harridan wearing curlers and a headscarf.
“Yes. Dad died two years ago now, but Mum’s finding it difficult to cope.”
“I only left home five years ago. I had a similar problem actually. My sisters were married, and I was the only one le
