condensed master

Will Bonner
was driving home.
Dorothy and the children were in the garden when he arrived and after
spending some time with them he went inside and looked up Margaret's phone
number. The phone had now been installed and he sat by the extension in the
bedroom, hesitating at the thought of once again being involved. She answered
immediately, something he had not expected.
"Tony left me a message."
"How are you Will?"
"I'm fine."
"Can you call in and see me one evening?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Anytime during the course of the week will do, you know where to come.
I'll be there most evenings."
"It isn't urgent then?"
"No, not this time." Will could hear her laughing quietly, no doubt recalling the
last time she phoned Ivan's house. Will replaced the phone, at least it wasn't urgent
and he felt relieved about that, but as he sat watching the family he knew that it
always started like this, and ended up with some sort of violence or anxiety.
He used the service vehicle to go to Margaret's on the following evening, and
slowed down to let another car pass as he approached the entrance on the bend.
The turn in was so abrupt it would be easy to create an accident. Parking the
vehicle so as to hide the company markings, he climbed the stairs to the house.
The door was open and he could see Margaret engaged on the telephone. He
stepped into view and she beckoned for him to take a seat. By the time he had
settled down he heard the receiver click back into place and she came and sat
opposite him.
"You look fit Will."
"You don't look too bad yourself, how is the job shaping up?"
"It's going like clockwork, it couldn't be better."
"We'll have to change that, won't we?" They both laughed.
"Violent changes do seem to occur when you're around."
"You sent for me, so you're bringing it on yourself. Have you got yourself
another husband yet?"
"No, but you've got yourself a couple of children."
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