'Go and put your feet up, love” enthused Olive, rubbing her friend's arm, “And have a think.”
Mrs. Hargreaves looked alarmed, her eyes widening like a rabbit caught in bright headlights.
“What about?”
“Well about what you're going to do of course!” gasped Olive, flabbergasted at the very idea that her neighbour was going to leave the matter unreported.
“Maybe”, came the mumbled response, so quietly that the words could hardly be heard.
“It is a very serious matter”, chided Olive, “What if he tries it on with someone else?”
The question went unheard, as Mrs. Hargreaves had already collected her belongings and was now scuttling out of the church, her heels clattering on the red tiled floor. Oh dear, she really ought to have thought things through and at least given some consideration t
