It was a beautiful sunny summer afternoon in the equally
beautiful Finchbottom Vale, though the occasion in the Dulcets was a sombre one
after the funeral service for Clive Pavey at St Bede’s.
The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets
comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke,
to name but a few, and of course the location of the gloomy gathering,
Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow
River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more
vibrant River Brooke.
But it was on the terrace overlooking the gentle
River Willow that Jamie Stirling saw Laura standing alone, bathed in the
afternoon sun as she stared out into the distance.
Jamie was a thirty something solicitor and
longstanding family friend of the Pavey’s.
He walked up behind her and lightly stroked the back
of her naked arm.
“Are you ok darling?” he asked
“No not really” she replied, and the tears immediately
welled up in her already red eyes as she turned towards him, so he took her in his
arms and she dissolved completely into tears.
“It’s ok darling” He whispered, “let it all go”
And as she sobbed uncontrollably into his chest Jamie
kissed the top of her head and smiled smugly, he had always wanted her and now
he had her in his arms and he intended to keep her there.
He held her close to him and stroked her back as she
sobbed until the moment, she lifted her head and said
“I’m getting you all wet Jamie”
“I don’t care” He replied, and she broke down again
as he was holding in his arms the very beautiful woman he had not only lusted
after for more than five years but who he had actually been in love with for
four of those years.
He knew that she liked him too, but she liked his
friend Clive more and he cursed the day he introduced them, because she fell
head over heels for him and he for her.
As she sobbed her heart out and he consoled her with his
empty words, all he could think of was how much he had always wanted her and
that now, at long last, he was going to have her, after the death of his friend
and her husband.
He made no excuses for what some might consider to be
shameful thoughts as he held onto the grieving widow in her mourning clothes.
He would have continued to hold her had it not been
for the sudden and unexpected arrival on the scene of Laura’s mother, who took
her back inside to grieve more privately, she had never liked Jamie and had
always been able to see through him.
He looked on as Mrs Shand led her daughter away in her
widow’s weeds while offering her words of comfort and remained on the terrace
for a few minutes after they disappeared from view and smiled, as he
contemplated his next move, her mother may have given him a look as she led
Laura away which said unequivocally
“You’re not having her”
But he was confident that he would soon make his move
and Mrs Shand would do well not to interfere.
Because he had no doubt that he would succeed, as he
would be there for Laura, over the coming weeks and months, and he would soon
be in her heart and her bed.
There was a look in Laura’s eyes, as her mum lead her
away when she looked back at him and weakly smiled that told him that, of
course he would never succeed with her if she was ever to find out that he was
responsible for her widowhood.
And should Mrs Shand attempt to interfere with his
plans then there would soon be another funeral in Dulcet-on-Willow.
