Soon it was Wednesday again. David would be home early. It was something Mary had been mulling over ever since she'd closed the door on him seven days previously. Should she attempt to manufacture a 'chance' meeting in the hope that they could spend another day together? How could she succeed in finding an opportunity, a moment to catch him, to ask him – the thought made her heart go into overdrive. With every waking second, she could think of nothing else. In the evenings, sitting there listening to the radio, she felt sure Frank could hear her brain working through the various scenarios. But he remained indifferent, preferring to flick through the newspaper back pages before he would spring up and declare he was going to the Pool Inn for a 'quick pint'. She'd sigh with gratitude and reli
