Chapter Ten
“Pretty much, but mum never protested the verdict,” she pushed away from the table, “I have to go for a piss.”
While she was in the toilet, Karen made a fresh cup of tea and ruminated on the things she’d just found out about Valerie Warren. Still waters run deep, she rinsed out the cups, so what the f**k am I doing lusting after her? Am I some s*x starved middle aged woman trying to get laid?
She was interrupted in her reverie by a child’s cry but when she hastened to the stairs she heard Valerie hurrying to the bedroom and so she returned to the kitchen. Valerie’s frank revelation had made her feel both guilty and drawn towards her, but was it a maternal bond or something deeper and should she even entertain that possibility? She’d noticed the wedding photographs in the bed
