Chapter Twenty-Two
Unwelcome Visitors
Anne looked over the woman’s shoulder and, not seeing anyone else there, stood back to let her into the hall.
“The phone’s here on the table,” Anne said.
“That’s really kind of you. Thank you so much.” Anne noticed that the woman spoke with a pronounced Irish accent and her skin, like most red heads was pale, but very freckled. She was thin and could have been attractive if it weren’t for her somewhat severe-looking countenance.
“We’re on trunk dialling now, so if you know the code you can ring straight through to wherever it is you want.” Anne told her.
“Thanks, of course I’ll pay for the call.” The visitor started to open her handbag, but Anne stopped her with a wave of her hand.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said with a smile.
“You reall
