Elaine & Me

"Can I come in," I said.

"Sure," and she opened the gate for me. As she opened the gate I could see that she had been treating herself to some beauty work because her hands now sported some extra long red nails that extended a centimetre past her fingertips.

Her eyebrows had also been trimmed back to a more shapely arch that tapered to a finer point and her hair was wonderfully styled and curled and just framed her painted face well. Her ears also sported some extra long silver earrings that almost touched her shoulders and dazzled me in the strong sunlight.

I grabbed her hand and we walked together up the drive towards the parked car with Lorraine ahead busy retrieving packages from the car’s boot. She walked well in her heels but the restriction in her tight skirt meant that she had to walk quickly to maintain my speed of walking.

"It looks as though you had a busy morning," I said to the both of them as we approached the car. "Here let me help with some of those packages."

All three of us entered the thirties style house weighed down with bags and placed them on the dining room table. "Elaine couldn't resist buying some new clothes to go with her new look," said Lorraine.

"I got some good news yesterday and I just felt like celebrating with a change of look," she countered.

"From what I saw last night there wasn't much wrong with the old look," I said honestly.

Ignoring my comment, Lorraine smiled when she told me to take a seat in the lounge. "Make yourself at home and we'll be back shortly once all these packages are safely upstairs."

I sat down in the lounge and noticed that all the morning mail waiting on the coffee table was addressed to a Mr and Mrs Eric Wilson. Perhaps that was Elaine's parents but there was no evidence of their existence apart from some dated wedding photographs on the bookcase. I shrugged and picked up the Times and started reading.