“So, what was that stupid mistake you were talking about?” Deborah asked Jenny curiously, when they had finished talking to Norm on the footpath just outside the beach house.
The question made Jenny blush with shame. At the same time, Jenny knew it was better for both her and Deborah to get it off her chest. So, she cleared her throat and began to tell Deborah about the mistake that was troubling her.
“You mentioned stalking back there and that’s when I realized who could be stalking you.”
Deborah’s eyes opened wide as she listened closely to her sister’s words.
“Let’s go inside,” she suggested.
“Good idea,” Jenny replied, and they went inside through the front door.
The next day at work found Dave Frankston feeling elated. Everything was going as planned and now Conno had phoned him yesterday evening with the news that he was coming to the reunion, he could start making arrangements. First on his list was contacting Debbie’s biological mother. Suddenly, elation made way for a surge of anxiety. How would her mother react? ‘Well, mate, there’s no turning back now,’ he said to himself as he poured himself a cup of nice strong tea and walked over to his desk.
“Hey Conno, how’s it going?” Dave Frankston greeted on the phone and then swallowed the bite he had just taken of his pizza. He was thrilled that Giuseppe had decided to ring him.
“You know, Mr. Frankston, I’ve been thinking about your offer the other day. It’s put things into a different perspective.”
Dave raised his eyebrows.
“After leaving Bee, I lost all hope of ever seeing her again. Your contacting me has brought back heaps of memories that made me realize how much I’ve missed her and how much pain I’ve been suppressing all these years.”
“Hmm, I thought it would.”
“Now, I see life’s given me a new chance,” Giuseppe continued. “And I’m taking it, Mr. Frankston!” he half shouted down the phone as his heart pounded with excitement.
When Giuseppe woke up on the day after he had spoken to Mr. Frankston on the phone, he intuitively reached for the cowry shell hanging around his neck. With his eyes still closed, he gently rubbed the shell between his fingers and tried to recall what he had dreamed about last night. It did not take long for images to flood his mind’s eye.
As soon as the call had ended, Giuseppe put his phone down on the coffee table and walked over to his stereo system in the corner of the living room and started the CD player. Within seconds the melody of one of his favourite operas found its way through the speakers and filled the room. Giuseppe turned up the volume and began pacing through the room, occasionally running his hands through his hair. This and the loud reverberating music helped him to think.