Holiday Experience
Copyright© 2023 by Harry
Chapter 2
“Hi, Jenny! Thought you might like some company!”
Frances had finally caught up with the youngest of her guests. She had been worried about her ever since the five of them had arrived here, four days ago. Jenny was usually the most effervescent of girls, by far the most light-hearted of this quintet of lifelong buddies, but had lately she been quiet and subdued, smiling sadly at the others’ little jokes and staring downwards seeming to be lost in thought. She had been devastated to lose her post at the merchant bank and seemed totally broken-spirited by it. Of all of them, Frances reckoned, Jenny was the one who most needed this time together.
Jenny smiled and allowed Frances to link arms with her. They walked together for some time and then Jenny laughed gaily, the first time she had not looked solemn for longer than Frances could remember.
“Lost your shoes, darling? Never mind, those are the sweetest feet! I always envied you them! Bet it feels sore, though with all this heat and everything so dusty and dry!”
“Yeah! It does a bit. I like your legs, come to that - and you sure seem to be showing a lot of them today!”
Jenny grinned. “I didn’t see where I’d put my shorts this morning, Frances, and it’s so warm, I decided to leave off looking for them until tonight. I love the sun on my legs - it feels so free somehow.”
Frances became thoughtful.
“Jenny, I can’t find my shoes, Dot can’t find her blouse and now you say your shorts have disappeared. A pattern emerges! I wonder who the silly bugger is - surely not Harriet or Elspeth - not their scene at all, I ‘d have said.”
“I don’t know, Fanny! I wouldn’t have thought any of us were that way inclined. Not really. Not like some of the other girls we’ve known. That Tricia Fordyce and her little gang at school - they liked horsing about - but we were always such goody goodies!”
‘Yes. That’s right,’ thought Frances, ‘We were all five of us serious minded little prigs and went on to be serious-minded hard-working women and look where it’s bloody well got us!’ She knew that Tricia was still going from strength to strength in her career as a fashion designer, and the five of them in their solid respectable careers had all come terrible croppers. What a very unfair business Life was! Still inheriting this house had been a welcome surprise - life wasn’t all bad.
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