Interview with a WEbook Author09:38
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Time was on her side this morning. The last of the cakes were in the oven, presenting an opportunity for some non-kitchen work. Taking a seat in the Victorian-style dining room, she began the next task: folding napkins around silverware. Her eyes flicked around the cafe’s interior as she worked, checking for other jobs.The atmosphere of old-world luxury was something Mara always enjoyed. Dark, wood-panelled walls, rich, soft furnishings, and shining brass transported her to another era. At least, it usually did. Today, her mind had other ideas, and all of them were focused on the voice in her head.
The condiments were full, the tablecloths spotless, the menus in place, and the blue and white china shone invitingly on the fitted oak dresser. There was nothing left to do, and she still couldn’t decide whether the voice was friend or foe. If it was the Lifelights, fine, but that last comment… worried her.Mara glanced at the clock above the till. It was almost time to change the window sign to ‘open’, and Jennie still hadn’t arrived. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but today it made her nervous.As if on cue, the door swung inwards, but no leggy blonde stepped through the opening. A tall, lean figure appeared, wrapped in a rain-soaked mac. The copy of The Times he carried looked equally soggy.Mara’s vision blurred as her eyes began to burn. Grabbing one of the napkins, still piled on the table, she ducked her head and dabbed at the tears spilling down her cheeks. Oh no, not again.