Lay Me to Rest. E. Clark A.
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Название: Lay Me to Rest
Автор: E. Clark A.
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9780008258283
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I said nothing but resolved to take a walk over to the house at some point. I was more than curious to know if there was some other reason for Marian Williams’ animosity towards Peter and equally keen to learn more about Aneira. I began to churn the whole intriguing situation over in my brain like the plot for a whodunnit.
‘Anyway, bathroom’s down the landing, second door on the left. Well, cariad, I must press on. Will shall be back soon and I haven’t peeled the tatws yet!’
‘Is there anything I can do to help?’
‘No, no. You can come and talk to me if you like. I’ll tell you all about the antics our Glyn and Peter used to get up to. They were a pair, those two!’
Mrs Parry clearly relished an opportunity to talk about Glyn. I still found it desperately hard to speak of Graham in the past tense. Everything was still very raw and any mention of him sent me tumbling back into a very dark place. He had been part of my life for fourteen years. We met when I was working part-time as a waitress in a café, whilst finishing my PGCE. I served him and a group of his friends and had immediately been taken by his quiet, gentle manner and expressive grey eyes. I was thrilled when he had approached me at the end of the evening to ask for my phone number.
Ours was a whirlwind romance. I was bowled over by him and we had moved in together within three months. It was the happiest time I had ever spent. I hated myself now for having lost sight of what was important in life. My career had been the main focus of my existence these last few years; it now seemed completely irrelevant. I couldn’t care less if I ever entered a classroom again – but it was too late to realize that now. He was gone and nothing could bring him back.
Mrs Parry and I went back down to the kitchen and had been there only minutes when to my astonishment, a dishevelled Peter strolled in, his shirtsleeves rolled past his elbows, face and hands smeared with grime.
‘Bloody car!’ He sounded exasperated. ‘I’d barely done twenty miles when it broke down. I had to walk into Bethesda to the nearest sodding garage. The chap towed it and dropped me back here. He’s not sure what the problem is yet and said he’ll ring later. I’ve no hope of making the meeting now.’
‘Ah, bechod!’ Mrs Parry could not disguise her pleasure. ‘Well, looks like we’ll be needing to set an extra place for lunch.’
Inwardly, I could not help but squirm a little. In spite of all of Mrs Parry’s assurances, I was beginning to wonder if Peter was all he seemed. I tried to behave normally, but he had obviously seen enough of me by now to realize that something was awry.
‘What have you been up to today, then? Have you had chance to take a good look round yet?’ He stood leaning next to the sink as Mrs Parry frenziedly peeled more vegetables like a woman possessed.
I decided that honesty was the best policy. ‘I’ve had a bit of an upset, actually.’
Peter raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh? What’s happened?’
‘I … something weird happened out in the fields …’
I swallowed hard, unsure how much to divulge about my discovery. Mrs Parry decided to speak on my behalf. She shot Peter a knowing look.
‘Mrs Philips had, well, a bit of a fright out there. Seems it might have something to do with what happened to her last night … and she also enlightened me about some mischief you and Glyn got up to when you were lads,’ she said, hand resting on hip in a mock-scolding fashion. ‘What have you got to say for yourself?’
Peter looked sheepish. ‘It was a long time ago, Gwen. We were just daft kids – you know what we were like. Anything for a laugh.’
‘Well, I can’t pretend to understand what made you do something that daft. You weren’t stupid, either of you.’
‘No. I can’t explain it. We just felt … compelled, somehow. I suppose it was a bit of bravado too, you know, “I bet you wouldn’t dare” – that sort of thing.’
‘No matter. It’s over and done now. Anyway, Mrs Philips has decided to stay here in the house tonight. She doesn’t want to be in the cottage on her own. I suppose you’ll be staying too, then?’
‘It’ll all depend on what’s up with my car. The bloke will let me know before this afternoon, so I’ll know by then.’ He looked down at his hands. ‘Is it OK if I have a bath? I feel a right mess.’
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