Chapter Five
Mavis’s Hope
A good woman knows when she’s beat; and a smart woman exits before anyone else finds out.
The birthday party was held in Ban Duic, an Indian restaurant, thirty miles away in a sweet little town called Inveraray. A restaurant posh enough for not only one massive chandelier but chandeliers in each corner and large mirrors on each wall – the sort that required a joiner to install. It was an airy (some would call freezing) place with large old-fashioned windows looking out onto the Loch Fyne and the hills beyond on one wall and the car park and the public toilets on the other. It had beautiful wooden tables, matching uncomfortable seats, and a heaving wine list with prices that probably paid for the expensive interior and the owner’s brand-new BMW.
Thirty miles an
