FOWC with Fandango — Conspiracy
Jenny saw Cynthia out and returned to the living room after locking and bolting the front door firmly. She sensed that sleep was not going to come easily tonight. Pouring herself another glass of wine she looked idly at the book she had been given by Hugh. As she looked something fell out of it. It was a postcard on which was written the words,
“Don’t talk. It might be yours soon.”
Jenny’s hands began to shake. Who had written these words? What did they mean? What might be hers soon?
She suddenly realised that the book she was holding in her hand was about a funeral, albeit God’s! What was going on? Was this a conspiracy? So many strange things had happened to her of late. She started to try to put them all together in her head. She still could not understand why George and Jill had wanted to take her down to see their son with them, but not only that, why were they going to stop on the way and buy her clothes?
Jenny thought back to that Boxing Day night when George had put his hand on her shoulders and pushed her into the living room, after taking her car keys off her and placing then in a drawer. Hugh had been there then, albeit constipated and not feeling too well according to Jill. In fact, if she thought about it, Hugh had been around a lot, if only fleetingly, rather like a ghostly figure that appears and disappears. Jenny thought about the fact that Sarah had said something very upsetting to her that night after Evening Prayer, which caused her to need comforting, and she wondered now if that had been planned and done on purpose to make sure that Jenny put up no resistance to going into the vicarage. It was the next day when George and Jill had wanted her to go with them in the car to visit their son. “Of COURSE,” exploded Jenny, though there was no one there to hear her. She had an eerie feeling that had she gone with them she would never have arrived at their son’s with them, and would never have been seen again, except maybe as a body in a wood or something.
Suddenly it made sense as to why Hugh had been wearing gloves. He had reckoned without Jenny having company, it being a well known fact that Jenny’s husband was out of the country on business, and had expected to be invited in. Jenny shuddered.
What to do now? In the morning she must contact Cynthia.