24
The weeks went by, and the film crew were little more than a slight inconvenience to the day-to-day running of the village. Indeed, as they spent their money in the local shop and at the pub, people welcomed their prolonged stay.
Salmon did a lot of thinking. He’d sit on the bench most evenings after work and watch the various comings and goings. Sometimes Robeson would wave to him, other times not. He’d see Cathy in the street occasionally and she’d smile. No words passed between them.
Helen invited him to her house for more love-making. It was during the third such visit that, when he rolled over and stared towards the ceiling, that he gathered up his courage to ask, “Seen much of Fearn?”
“Oh Peter, you’re such a prude at times.”
He snapped his head around. “A prude? Helen, you’r
