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She felt like Little Red Riding Hood. Well, not so little any more – Bridget Forrester was 20 years old. And it was not some grandmother’s cottage in the wood she was visiting, either, but Grandad’s rather posh house.
Knock-knock-knock. She rapped on the door. Would he hear? He lived here all alone now. Once, when Bridget was small and Gran still alive, she had put on her little scarlet coat with matching pixie hood and done this very thing, carrying goodies in a basket from Mum. Yucksy-cute! Well she wasn’t in any stupid red-hooded cloak today, but a trendy midnight headband and rather revealing tank top. The mini-skirt was red though, and showed off her legs in their black stockings and boots. Gossiping relatives had said she had ‘gone astray’. Bridget did not see it that way. This was a liberated society, wasn’t it?
‘Come in Bridget. The door is open.’
His voice came faintly from deep inside the house. She twisted the handle and pushed. The girl stepped inside, annoyed that her heart was hammering. Her nerves fluttered. It was gloomy and cool. Bridget felt weirdly that she was moving, step by step, back to those far off days of frightening firmness and rectitude; of ice blue eyes glaring down, alight with righteous zeal; lips drawn into a thin taut line which snapped:
‘In here, please!’…
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