Chapter Five
Thursday 15th August:
After a sleepless night, recalling every word he had written, I was at bursting point waiting for Sarah to answer the phone. What was happening to me? I felt vibrant, excited, almost like a teenager again.
Sarah had mustered up her most angry voice. “He wrote what? How can you believe anything that Robert Fishburn says? He says he’s been searching for you for a year! Says his diary is silly. Well, at least he didn’t say it was full and he would try to squeeze you in some time. Why doesn’t he have a free day until October? He should be pottering in the garden at his age. How old did he say he was? Oh yes, sixty-nine this year – a good number. Sorry, I’m getting smutty and you Gillian, you should be knitting, or going for walks, like other women of our a
