Chapter Sixteen
The Religion
When he surprised her in the basement it had not been three days since he had taken her to town and bought her more clothes than she had ever owned in her life. Clothes, she instantly realised, that chimed in with the look he was so taken with; the same “Look” she had watched him ogle as women dressed in similar fashion had passed his table at Starbucks. Clothes filled with the matronly and substantial rather than the bimboesque and inconsequential.
“How are you this morning, Anya?” she had heard from behind her as she loaded the washing machine with whites, breath catching in her throat at the sound of his voice.
During those “Three days” she had sensed his interest in her growing - it taking all of her willpower; along with Rajiv’s admonishments not to do
