CHAPTER THREE - JUNE, 1991
When Saturday arrived, I went to the shopping centre, as usual, knowing that this routine operation was probably the only one that I would be doing that day. I was in good spirits and chatted happily to the Tesco assistant who was helping me with my shopping. I caught a taxi to carry me and my several bags home. As I reached my front door, I heard the telephone ringing. I rushed to unlock the door, turn off the alarm and throw my shopping into the hallway.
I was desperately hoping that, whoever it was, they would not ring off. As I picked up the receiver, I heard Carol’s voice. She was in tears and sobbed, “Oh, darling, I’m sorry, but I can’t come today.”
My heart had sunk to fathomless depths at these few words, spoken with such trembling emotion. “Why
