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Chapter Four


After getting settled into his room, John walked back into Carole’s room to check on her. As he expected, she had been sound asleep, he walked over to her and picked her hand up in his own, checking her pulse.

“She’s fine,” mumbling to himself, “her looks are stunning.”

“What?” Edward asked, while leaning against the door frame.

“Oh, nothing, Mr. Snipe,” John said nervously, “I was just stating that Carole’s heart rate is normal.

“Ah, okay” Edward smiled, “Would you like a tour of the mansion? You never did get a proper tour of the mansion.”

“Well,” John hesitated, “I can’t be gone too long. Just in case her state worsens, I need to be within seconds of her.”

“Of course,” Edward grinned, “shall we?”

John carefully walked out of Carole’s room, awaiting the “grand” tour of the mansion. They started in the marble lobby, there were hundreds of old antique paintings and statues, and they were marvellous. But, one particular statue caught John’s attention, “Who’s that?”

“That? Oh, that’s Carole’s mother, Ann. Speaking of which, I shall go call her later, she’d love to meet you, and make sure Carole is fine.” Edward said.

“Oh,” John smiled, “What’s the story behind you and Carole? I mean, you’re what, 28, Carole’s 18, almost 19 how do you and her... fall together?”

Edward laughed slightly, “she and I met years ago when I had just started my career, her mother fell in love with me, which is sad because of the age difference, anyway, Carole was 15 at the time, I was 25, anyway, her mother made all Carole’s serious choices, and well... I don’t mean to sound rude, but her mother forced Carole to agree to marry me when she turned 18. Sad really, but because Carole had been brought up to obey and respect her mother, she agreed to it. We’ve been engaged for almost a full year, we were supposed to get married in two months.”

“Change of plans I suppose?” John shoved his hands into his pockets, “I don’t mean to sound like I’m meddling into your personal life, but how can you abide by this? I mean, you and I are the same age, how can you marry her if you don’t love her? I mean, love her romantically?”

“Ah, I love her; I don’t know how to explain it. Anyway, shall we continue the tour?” Edward’s voice sounded like he was getting a bit angry at the thought of someone questioning his love for his fiancé.

“Yes,” John agreed, he knew it was better to leave this one alone.

After Edward gave John the quick tour around the house, John went straight back into Carole’s room to check her pulse, and make sure she was alright.

Edward went into the living room and dialled Carole’s mother’s number, the phone rang 3 times, and finally, she answered, “Edward? Hello.”

“Hello Ann, I thought I’d call you and let you know that Carole is fine.”

“What are you doing at home? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?”

“Well yes,” Edward laughed, “but I hired a doctor to do a stay-at-home care program for Carole, he’ll be here for 6 months, at least. I was wondering if you wanted to come have lunch in a couple hours.”

“Oh, my goodness, I’d love to. I haven’t seen you in quite some time anyway. I’ll be over in two hours.”



Two hours later, Ann showed up, she’s almost 45, yet she dresses like she’s 17. It’s pathetic. She was dressed in a mini-skirt that was short enough to reveal her thong if she were to bend over, she was wearing a tight, low cut t-shirt, which said, “Queenie” across it, and to top it off, she was wearing knee-high leather heels.

The moment John set his eyes on her, he said under his breath, “slut”.

The End

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