The Piggy Farmer (The Barrington Patch Book 3) Emmy Ellis (notion reading list TXT) š
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āWell, Iām sure I wouldnāt know owt about that, because you never said until now. You donāt share owt. Funny she hasnāt nipped in, because you were in each otherās pockets at one point. Somethingās happened, I know it; you just donāt want to admit it.ā
Doreen had held back a scream. Mam was poking too hard at an abscess that might pop. āIām not talking to you when youāre in this kind of mood, it only leads to a row. Iām off to the market. Do you want owt?ā
āA cauli and some carrots for tomorrowās roast.ā
Mam hadnāt dipped her hand in her purse or said thank you.
Now, Doreen sighed and eyed a dress, but if she bought it, Mam would comment on it, saying how it was too short, too tight, and people would think Doreen was a tart if she āswannedā up to The Donny in it. āLegs arenāt for flashing, our Doreen.ā
She turned away from it, missing the nights sheād put on whatever she liked and Mam hadnāt seen it, walking to the pub with Lou and Janice, having a right laugh, no chance of Mam turning up because she didnāt hold with ādrinking and cavortingā, unlike some people.
Christ, always there with a barb.
Bloody hell, maybe Doreen should have stayed with her friends, but it was too late now as some girl called Deborah had taken Doreenās place, and she doubted any of them would want her bunking in one of their rooms on a camp bed. And besides, Stalker calling her from the well had seemed so real at the time, and knowing his body was down the bottom of itā¦ She couldnāt cope with it. She swore a faint rotting meat smell had wafted out, too, the peat not doing enough to hide it, the summer so hot it drew the whiff up.
Lou had said, āBut surely itāll be cold down there, so far under the ground, so the smell stayed there? You must have imagined it.ā
But I bloody didnāt.
She moved on to the shoe stall, one with racks around the edges beneath the red-and-white-striped marquee. The woman who ran it wasnāt about, probably gassing to someone elsewhere, another market trader, so Doreen browsed what was on offer, again telling herself not to bother buying any becauseā¦Mam. The old gal meant well, had a good heart when the chips were really down, but sodding hell.
āThose ones are nice,ā someone said in a Yorkshire accent.
Doreen turned to whoever had spoken, and her breath caught, her heart stalling. Eyes, those bloody blue eyes stared, and for one terrible second she thought they belonged to Stalker, that heād clawed his way out of the well, taken himself to hospital, and was now all better. He couldnāt have, though. It was too deep, there was no ladder, and it was just her silly mind playing tricks. And this man was a couple of inches taller, although he had the same colour hair, but it wasnāt him, oh God, it wasnāt him.
āUm, yes, they are nice but out of my price range,ā she barked, the need to run immense, gripping her tight and begging her to get away from him, to take herself to safety, far from those eyes.
He smiled, coming off as an all right sort, and she felt bad for snapping.
āI wonder if you can help me. This might sound a bit weird, but Iāve been looking for someone, asking around, and the woman on the veg stall said to ask you. I arrived this morning, so just getting a feel for the place. Itās confusing trying to find someone in a new town.ā
āWho are you after?ā Fear clutched at her heart, even though he seemed kind and was as polite as owt.
āLouāthatās all Iāve got, Iām afraid, no surname. Do you know her?ā
āWhat if I do? What business is it of yours?ā Fucking hell, why was he looking for her? And why hadnāt she asked: Lou who?
āItās just that sheās my brotherās girlfriend, and I need to find her. He hasnāt phoned home for around a month, nor has he written us any letters, and weāre worried. Mamās going frantic, because his landlady hasnāt heard from him either and wants her rentāVera at the B&B. Mam thinks we might have to phone the police, report him as a missing person.ā
Doreen felt so sick she swallowed bile and had to steady herself with a hand on a pair of black patent high heels. āLou doesnāt have a boyfriend.ā
āSo you do know her.ā
Doreen sniffed. āListen, it must be the wrong Lou. Loads of people are called that. Itās short for Louise, so yeah, lots of those about.ā She needed him to go away. This was getting a bit much. How could you feel cornered when you werenāt in a corner? But she did, blocked in by his presence, his blue irises.
He smiled again. āThe veg lady said Iād got it right. Lou works at Bettyās Blooms, Steve said so.ā
āSteve?ā āSā. It had to be Stalker he was on about.
āMy brother. Iām off there next as it happens, now Iāve been given directions. Steve wrote and said where she worked, that heād met her in there.ā
I bet he didnāt tell you what he did, how creepy he was, and that he followed her home so heād know where she lived cos heād planned to break into our house.
Her body went rigid, and she clutched his forearm, desperate to put an end to this. āIāll come with you. Letā¦let me speak to Lou first, before she sees you. She isnāt into men, you see, not at the moment, so you saying she has a fella will throw her. Or maybe she is seeing him and wanted to keep
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