CHAPTER TWENTY
Audrey emerged from the kitchen and walked along the corridor, back into her entrance hallway, steaming mug of cocoa in hand. She deliberately avoided looking at the axe and took her time climbing the creaking stairs, turning on and off lights as she went. Her mind was completely consumed with thoughts of Malcolm. She hardly knew the man but would have slept with him on their first date, as she did after just one date with her husband. Of course, that was in the Swinging Sixties when miniskirts and m*******a, peace and love filled her world.
In the top dormitory room she took off her clothes and pulled on cotton pyjamas. Lying between the sheets under thin boarding house blankets, she felt way too excited to sleep and wished she’d accepted Malcolm’s offer to return to his
