CHAPTER EIGHT - NOVEMBER, 1991
At the beginning of November, Carol’s best friend, Barbara, had invited her to a dance on a Saturday evening. Barbara would be with her husband, and this made Carol feel that she would be the odd one out. I felt the solution was obvious and offered to be her partner. It came as no surprise when she rejected the offer, since it would ruin her idea of keeping my existence a secret. In the event, she did not go to the dance and spent at least two hours talking to me on the phone. How I wished I could travel along that telephone wire and be with her, holding her tight in her bed.
To my surprise, on the following day, a Sunday, she telephoned me mid morning and asked if she could come and see me for a few hours. I would have been a fool to refuse, since I
