One of those constables asked “What made you do this? ” but Philippa sighed no answer, and blowed out a hefty breath.
She continued “It was our first meeting Steve appeared to be gentle and a wise man by his words…” “We had a deal in the first meeting itself. As we both grabbed the same book but neither of us stepped back. So we decided to meet a week later and i made my word to give the book to him. ”
Meanwhile one of the constables nodded up with an equally unusual question as his face – “Then did you people meet next?”
Two voices came up One of “Yes!!” and the other of- grimming of Phillipa’s teeth in distress…
She told- “The next time we met in a coffee shop nearby my house in Alvermere. And there i kept waiting for an hour almost. ” “That unusual and vexatious waste of time took my temper on verge when i heard Steve calling me up saying “Hi Phillipa”…”
“He got well aware of my state by my mere contortions.” She said.
And she continued by saying that Steve told her that he was late because he was busy helping an old man who met with an accident on Charterhouse Street and none of his family members could have been found at the spot.
Her eyes welled up and her lips streched to give themselves a vague and pleasing look….
Phillipa was certainly lost deeper into the thoughts of that Steve whom she loved more than herself…
To be continued…😊