I curled up on the couch and ate while watching the news.I hadn't heard anything from Grace all day. I was really tired andwanted to go to bed. I de...cided to try and call her. Her cell phonewent immediately to voice mail. I left her a message saying I was goingto bed, but that she could call if she wanted.Although I was tired I couldn't stop thinking of Grace, wondering whereshe was and who she was with. It wasn't exactly that I didn't trusther. I believed she loved me and didn't think. "I don't understand Arnold"Again he smiled,"It's a cottage on the south coast, I bought it to live in last year, but I've never even spent one night in it, I'd like you to have it, it's got a huge rear garden, ideal for a budding market gardener and it overlooks the sea at the front"Another pause for breath, he really was struggling,"You may have noticed they are the deeds to it, made out in two names, yours Polly and yours Thomas, all legally signed and witnessed, etc, etc, it's yours with no. "She gave him a cheeky wink and was relieved when John appeared in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The three of them sat down at the dining table and John began carving the roast. Deborah jumped up and helped by spreading the vegetables over the three plates.It was an enjoyable meal, the food that John had cooked was good, the wine flowed, but Deborah noticed that Martin drank very sparingly and had only the one glass. She drank two or three glasses as she tried to calm her. "Well, umm," I said. "Unless something got mixed up, shouldn't you be telling Trevor? He's your boyfriend, after all, and I suppose he's more likely to be the father than I am... Unless, like I said, something got mixed up somewhere..." No, I... I can't tell him," Jenny said. "I..." Her eyes closed and she began to shiver; tears coursed down her cheeks.I led her from the doorway to my bed (she was shaking, a lot), and sat her down, equipped her with a box of tissues. Christ, no wonder she.