CHAPTER SIX
It had been several days now since Grover Jackson's intrusion into Sandy's life. She had to pretend a case of flu virus to her servants and to Peter, in order to explain her new morose appearance, spending many hours of the day in the privacy of her bedroom.
One particularly gloomy day, she ventured down to the living room, scene of her hideous transgression with Grover Jackson and poured herself a much needed drink. She drank vodka and tonic because it seemed less offensive to her stomach than any of the other things she had recently consumed, both willingly and unwillingly. She sat in a large easy chair, gazing unseeingly out of the living room window to the spacious grounds of the house. She was desperately trying to think of how she could manage to extricate herself from
