Nickels, please ask the family to excuse me from breakfast. I’m taking a fast drive to Chatington to see the countryside and say my goodbyes, to this wonderful part of England. I’ll finish my laundry when I get back, Miss Minx .
It was a bit past noon ( like one-thirty) when Stacey returned. Around twelve-thirty Shane had started walking to the front window and looking out. He didn’t want anyone to see he was worried.
“What if she’s lost?” Shane remarked.
His dad looked up from the chess board and said, “What? With that wonderful map she has in her head. I doubt it.”
Shane heard the crunch of the gravel driveway when her car pulled in at one-thirty. He sat down with a sports magazine. He didn’t want Stacey to know he’d been walking the floor. When she came by the parlor door, Andrew asked, “Did you have a good time?”
“Yes sir, and thanks for directing me to Mrs. Beckett. She had a wealth of information. Mom is gonna’ be blown away.”
“Come dear, Mrs. Nickels saved you a spot of lunch,” Sir John said.
“Oh, she shouldn’t have. I had a late breakfast.”
“Nonsense,” Andrew said. “we’ll have a cup of tea while you eat.” Arm in arm John and Andrew escorted Stacey to the dining room. Mrs. Nickels brought her a chicken salad on a bed of lettuce. As Stacey ate, she told them about Mrs. Beckett having a computer and a fax
machine. “I gave Mrs. Becket all of Mom’s information, now they can deal directly with each other directly.”
When Stacey finished eating, the two gentlemen went back to their chess game. Stacey went to the kitchen and thanked Mrs. Nickels for lunch and told her how delicious her chicken salad was. Delighted by the compliment, Mrs. Nickels said, “It’s a pleasure to feed you pet. You young people are too thin now days.”
“I’ll try my best to eat more but first I need to finish my laundry,” Stacey said.
“I would’ve had them finished long ago if you had of allowed me.”
“I know, just think if I had, then I would have nothing to do now.” Stacey hugged the older woman and headed to the laundry room.
When Shane came to the laundry room door, Stacey was sitting on the washer with her
clothes tumbling in the dryer. She had ear phones on listening to her CD player and keeping
time to the music. Stacey opened her eyes, looked up and there he was, standing in the door
way leaning against the door frame. His arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at
the ankles.
Stacey looked at him and smiled. In her head she wondered: If he had any idea how sexy he looked standing that way? But all she said was, “Hi.”
“Did you enjoy yourself today? I take it you didn’t fancy company.”
“It wasn’t that,” Stacey said. “it was very early and you were asleep. I peeked.”
Shane shook his head and said, “Right, are we still on for tonight?”
“Yes, of course,” Stacey said. Then asked, “Where is everybody?”
“Mother and Aunt Letty went shopping. Andrea, Phillip and Ryan went to visit a cousin of his. They’ll all be back in time for supper.
“I like that,” Stacey said.
“What?”
“Calling the last meal of the day supper. Usually, ya’ll say dinner or tea. At home we always call it supper.”
“Sometimes we dress for dinner, but not for supper.”
“Ho, ho, naked for supper huh?” Stacey teased. “That sounds interesting.”
Shane came over, took her shoulders and gently shook her. “I believe you know what I mean, miss smarty minx.”
They both started laughing. Shane had a look for a minute like he was going to kiss her, but he didn’t.
Stacey was having thoughts about this very sexy handsome older man and what he could teach her about making love. The problem was she didn’t have the faintest idea how to seduce him. Stacey slipped off the washer, opened the dryer and started folding her clothes and putting them in her valise. Her luggage consisted of a large red
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