Twenty-three
Molly wasn’t sure how Jemma would react, but she waited patiently.
‘I’m not disturbing, am I?’ she asked when Jemma finally answered her phone.
‘Erm,’ Jemma said. ‘I’m not at home right now, Molly. May I call you later?’
‘Are you with Greg?’ Molly blurted out without thinking.
‘Greg? No. I’m at Betancourt. I stayed the night and we’re just about to have breakfast. Is everything okay?’
‘That’s what I was going to ask you. I want to apologise for Wednesday. But you’re busy so can we chat later, as you said?’
‘Apologise? For what? You told me what you thought.’
‘Yes. But I may have given you a one-sided impression of Greg and I do think he genuinely likes you. I … I wouldn’t want you two to fall out because of something I think, or have said. I’m not even sure if I do think it now. Which is why I was hoping we could talk. I was going to suggest coffee on Saturday.’
‘Saturday is good. Although I’ve finally found my inspiration for the book and I was planning to write all weekend so I’d rathernot be out for long. You could come to the cottage. Or we could meet in the local café. Let’s speak on Saturday and see where we are and what’s happening with my book.’
‘Of course. That’s why you’re here after all. To write your book. Speak soon. Have a good day, Jemma.’
‘You too, Molly.’
So, Jemma spent the night at Betancourt. It seemed she was making friends with everyone. Good for her. Jemma was lovely and she had said she longed to see Betancourt. She clearly got her wish.
Now if Molly could get hers, and if Greg could get his, whatever that might be, everyone would be happy.
Molly would keep her fingers crossed. And possibly her toes too.
Sending out good vibes might bring good things in return.
