CHAPTER 17
“THAT WAS A lovely dinner. Thanks Neville. I didn’t think I could eat all that, but it was too nice to leave. I think I’d better be getting back now though.”
Thelma hadn’t enjoyed herself so much in ages. It had been easier finding something to talk about all evening than she’d first thought.
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you back to your car.”
Neville wondered whether to risk slipping his hand in hers as they walked back along the High Street. However, he thought better of it and instead concentrated on walking on the outside of the pavement nearer the road, just as his mother had taught him.
“Don’t forget our cinema date next Saturday, and I’ll see you at Pilates on Monday.” He wondered whether to give Thelma a kiss before she got into her car, but changed his mind at the
