CHAPTER 8
It seemed like forever but eventually the working week was over and I sat with Liliad on Friday evening, pondering matters.
‘Liliad, you know Dr Metcalfe has a fiancée, a Melissa something or other; he had her photograph on his desk.’ I paused remembering the strikingly pretty young woman in the picture frame. ‘I’ve been thinking, perhaps Dr Metcalfe needs to be taught a lesson.’ I gave Liliad a knowing grin, gathering up the strings in my hand and hop, skipping her along the seat.
Setting her on my lap, facing toward me, I continued. ‘Yes, I think Melissa could well be the answer.’
Staring hard at Liliad, I could see my own reflection staring back at me from the deep black pools of her eyes. Mesmerised, I watched as my reflection seemed to recede, like Alice falling down the
