by LibO'Neill
She sounded completely uninterested in this fact, which was unusual as she normally doted on the fat feline.
This wasn’t like her mum. Kris was concerned. “Look, mum,” she said, holding up the delicate, ivory wedding veil.
“What’s that?” said Janet.
“It’s my wedding veil, mum. You had it with you on Monday afternoon.”
“Oh yes, someone mentioned something about that, I think,” said Janet.
Kris looked at her father and back again at her mum.
“She’s not quite right yet,” Kris whispered to her husband.
“Mum, you had the veil with you on Monday,” continued Kris.
“Did I?”
“Why did you have it with you?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t really know.”
“Aunty Meredith said you’d taken it home to wash it,” prompted Kris.
“Well, maybe I did,” said Janet and shrugged her shoulders.
Suddenly Janet looked confused and slightly panicked. She looked at her husband then across at her daughter and son-in-law.
“You...you did get married, didn’t you?” asked Janet. Everything was a bit foggy and a bit confusing. Somehow she wasn’t quite sure if the wedding had actually happened yet.
“Yes, mum. We got married. It was wonderful. Everything was fine. We just got back from New Zealand. Can you remember the wedding?”
“I don’t think so...not really. Hang on...did you have a white car?”
“No. We had dark grey bridal cars,” said Kris. She looked questioningly at her father.
“What’s this about a white car, love?” said Janet’s husband.
“I’m not sure. Just seem to remember something about a white car. I don’t know...it might have been a white car...”
“The wedding was weeks ago, love,” said Bob. “It might have something to do with your accident. The police might want to talk to you about that.”
“The police? What for?”
“They think it was a hit and run accident. They haven’t found anything yet, but they’re looking into it. They think you might have been knocked over by a car and then they drove off. We told you all this a little while ago. Don’t you remember us telling you?”
“Fancy that. Sorry. Must have forgotten,” said Janet in an off-hand manner as if she was bored. She sighed. “Can I have a drink of something? I’m absolutely parched.”
On the Monday evening of Janet’s accident, a young woman and her somewhat attentive male companion arrived at a pub bistro for dinner. It was a quiet night and the young man asked for a secluded table at the back of the dining room near the open fire. The young woman smiled smugly as they were shown to their table. She was feeling very pleased with herself. She felt sure things would improve from now on and was positive that all the things she’d said to him earlier that day had had an impact on him. While he’d been showering she’d rung her best friend on the phone to tell her the news. “It’s all good,” she said. “He’s definitely on the right track now - he listened to what I said. We’re going out for dinner tonight...his treat. He’s driving and I’m having a few drinks. It’ll be right from now on, I know it will, ‘cos I heard him say ‘she’s right’ before my phone went flat.”
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