“Good heavens, no, we’re both a couple of blow-ins. But the people in town accepted us right from the start. They’re very nice people in the main, one or two oddballs, but that is to be expected anywhere.” She laughed at her own joke.
Part of me was adamant that I was not going to mention the previous night. For one thing, I did not want my landlady to think that I was odd, or strange in any way. Also, she seemed so genuinely happy that I was enjoying my stay, that I did not want to bring her down by asking her if any of her previous clients had ever spoken about suffering from nightmares, or hallucinations.
For what else could it have been? My mind had obviously projected the woman onto my subconscious because the cottage seemed the ideal place to have a romantic adventure. My previous
