Dawn and i both laughed and Dwight said he wished. i said laughing if she has a few drinks you might get lucky.we had to get back to our room and get ready for the gig, i said see you later Dwight we are off to get ready we might see you in the hotel bar about 12, ok he said. Dawn and i had seen the band and we had been for our meal and we got back to the hotel for about 11,30 we sat and shared a bottle of wine then another, by now Dawn was tipsy and when she is like that she is open to anything, the wine was going down well when the lads turned up in the hotel, the majority had gone straight off and Dwight came over with a few of his mates, he said how are we doing James and Dawn, we are good thanks you's, we are great now we have seen you 2, Dwight must have had a few as well cos he said in front of everybody, so are we going up to yours for some fun! he then sat next to Dawn laughing saying sorry only k**ding, you's 2 go and have your fun we will just watch. his mates were. But even those sightings had faded to nil. No-one ever asked Marjory where Walter was these days. They didn't feel it their business and Marjory, in her rather astute, aloof manner didn't invite such enquiries. There wasn't a husband either. As far as anyone knew, there had never been a husband. Or a partner of any sort. Actually, it had only ever been taken for granted that Walter was indeed Marjory's son. Just because that is the way it had seemed. It just seemed that the strange, slightly retarded boy was her son. Thinking about that more deeply could and should produce a slightly shaking of the head. One shouldn't jump to conclusions. One just should not jump to conclusions. Actually if one were to just take a moment to think deeper about Marjory, and about Walter, and about her house and just in general about this seemingly harmless woman, one would realise that some things just didn't add up. More than that... it wasn't just that things didn't seem to add up, it was.
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