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  TALK OF THE VILLAGE by Rebecca Shaw

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  Rebecca Shaw was born in Yorkshire, educated at a co-educational Quaker boarding school and went on to qualify as a teacher of deaf children. After her marriage, she spent the ensuing years bringing up her family and turned to writing when the last of her four children went to university. She now lives in Harefield, Middlesex.

  By the same author The New Rector

  Village Matters The Village Show

  Village Secrets Scandal in the Village

  Village Gossip

  Inhabitants of Turnham Malpas

  Gwen Baxter Beryl Baxter Sadie Beauchamp

  Sylvia Bennett

  Willie Biggs Sir Ronald Bissett Lady Sheila Bissett James Charter-Plackett Harriet Charter-Plackett Fergus, Finlay and Flick Alan Crimble Pat Duckett Dean and Michelle Bryn Fields

  Georgie Fields Jimmy Glover

  Revd Peter Harris MA (Oxon) Dr Caroline Harris Muriel Hipkin

  Jeremy Mayer

  Venetia Mayer Michael Palmer Sir Ralph Templeton

  Vera Wright Don Wright

  A spinster of the parish.

  Her twin sister.

  Retired widow and mother of

  Harriet Charter-Plackett.

  A villager from Penny

  Fawcett.

  Verger at St Thomas a Becket.

  Retired trades union leader.

  His wife.

  Owner of the village store.

  His wife.

  Their children.

  Barman at The Royal Oak.

  Village school caretaker.

  Her children.

  New licensee at The Royal

  Oak.

  His wife.

  Poacher and ne'er-do-well

  Rector of the parish.

  His wife.

  Retired solicitor's secretary.

  Spinster of the parish.

  Owner of Turnham House

  Health Club.

  Co-owner of the Health Club.

  Village school headmaster.

  Retired from the Diplomatic

  Service.

  Cleaner at the nursing home

  in Penny Fawcett.

  Her husband.

  THE VILLAGE OF TURNHAM MALPAS

  REVD PETER HARRIS

  & Dr CAROLINE HARRIS

  SCHOOL HOUSE

  MICHAEL PALMER

  Chapter 1

  Praise be! Ralph had come home at last. Muriel stood gazing up at his bedroom window, Pericles, beside her on his lead impatiently awaiting his morning run. The bedroom curtains were closed, so he was still in bed. She'd checked his house every morning for the last five days and now her vigil had been rewarded. Muriel glanced at her watch, a quarter to nine. She'd take Pericles for his usual walk and then when she'd dried his feet and shut him in the house, a visit to the Store would be next on her agenda. A nice homemade cheese cake, some fresh rolls, with some of Jimbo's special oak smoked ham on the bone would make a nice lunch for her and Ralph.

  As Muriel gazed up at Ralph's bedroom window she felt an unexpected surge of excitement. It filled her heart and spread all over her. Suddenly she wanted Ralph's arms around her and thought it would be the best thing that had ever happened. So reassuring, so comforting, so right, yes, that was it, so right for her and for him too, she hoped. Muriel tried to imagine what Ralph's face looked like, but the image of it had almost disappeared from her memory. Surely that couldn't happen in one month. Then the clean sharp smell of his after shave seemed to envelope her and with it his face and the whole feel of him came back to her. He was the first man, no,

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  the first person she had wanted to be close to in all her life. How could she have said no so emphatically. This business of not knowing her own mind would have to stop. Sometimes she really was a fool.

  Pericles, bored with waiting, lay down on the pavement. Muriel felt the pull of the lead and looked down at him. 'Ralph's back Perry, isn't that lovely? Come along let's be off. Quickly now, no time for lying down.' Pericles stood up and shook himself, but the red wool coat he wore stopped it from being the refreshing activity he had hoped for. He trotted after Muriel pleased that her dilly-dallying was over.

  As they walked past the Store, Jimbo came out to inspect his window display.

  He raised his straw boater. 'Good morning Muriel. How's things?'

  'Very well thank you, Jimbo. Isn't it a lovely day?'

  'It is indeed. You seem very chipper this morning, looking forward to the New Year Party?'

  'New Year ... oh yes, that's right, I am. I'll be in later.' She left Jimbo still assessing his new display. Harriet came out to join him.

  Harriet tucked her arm in his. 'Darling, I really think you've done the best display ever. I like the way you've tilted that basket with the dried flowers, and the way you've stacked the cheeses, kind of haphazard but planned if you get my meaning. Very effective.' She peered closely at the flower arrangement. 'I seem to recognise those dried poppy seed heads. Jimbo! They're from my display on the landing, it will be ruined now. Really. The corn dollies are a nice touch, bit out of season but appropriate.'

  'Considering I was in a merchant bank a little more than three years ago plaiting nothing but paper, I've got quite good at this window lark haven't I?'

  'Well, if this doesn't sell off the Christmas cheeses I

  don't know what will. We'll do a tasting shall we?' 'Why not? Organise it if you please.' 'Certainly sir. Oh there's Linda. 'Morning Linda.' Linda waved to the two of them. Jimbo with his striped apron, his white shirt and the bow tie matching the ribbon on his straw boater, bowed to her, Harriet in her 'taking out the Range Rover to pick up the fresh supplies from the farms outfit', curtsied and the three of them laughed.

  Harriet said, 'They're queueing for their pensions already Linda.'

  'Sorry I'm late.' Linda rushed in to begin the business of the day. Harriet went to start up the Range Rover and Jimbo went inside, well satisfied with having stayed up until twelve the night before to finish the window.

  An hour later the door bell jangled and Jimbo looked up from serving a customer to find Ralph had entered the Store. Ralph was thinner, much thinner but tanned, his white hair even whiter if that was possible. But he was looking as aristocratic as ever. His holiday, or whatever it was that had made him disappear so surprisingly, had obviously done him good.

  Jimbo went to shake hands with him.

  'Delighted to have you back Ralph, we've missed you, specially over Christmas. How are you?'

  'Very well, thank you Jimbo. You appear to be in tip top condition. Nothing seems to have changed in my absence.'

  Jimbo clapped his hand to his forehead in mock despair. 'I slaved until midnight last night doing that window display and you say nothing has changed!'

  'Blame it on jet lag, I've not come round yet.'

  'Been somewhere exciting?"

  'Visiting friends. I need to shop for my breakfast Jimbo, I've nothing fresh in at all.'

  'Oh, I see . . . didn't Muriel get you anything in?'

  'No, she doesn't know I'm back.' Ralph took a basket and began collecting what he needed from the shelves. Jimbo went to serve another customer.

  When Ralph went to the cash till to pay for his breakfast Jimbo wished to ask why he had gone off so suddenly, but a tactful phrase simply wouldn't come to mind, so he had to reluctantly open the door for him and wish him good morning. In the hurly-burly of a busy pre-New Year shopping spree, Jimbo scarcely noticed that Muriel had been in to buy lunch. Working without Harriet, combined with having given his part-time girl an extra day off for working so hard before Christmas, he battled on by himself with little time for conversation. Muriel on her
part was glad to escape without having to give an explanation of why she was buying two slices of cheese cake instead of her usual single slice.

  When she got home she put the ham in the fridge and the cheese cake out on the worktop to defrost and then having been in the bathroom to titivate herself and spray on some of the perfume Caroline, dear Caroline, had given her on Christmas Day she sauntered as casually as she could down to Ralph's house. She wore her new, well, newest coat, wine red with a black fur collar and carried the black leather bag Ralph had brought her back from London. Muriel's fair hair, well, nearly white hair, peeped out from under her fake fur hat. She hoped her dark red lipstick didn't exaggerate her pale skin. One day I shall try some blusher she thought, but right now she was blushing without any artificial aid and trembling inside too. Oh good, he was up. The knock on Ralph's door had not been loud enough. She tried again. Oh dear, that was enough to wake the dead. The door was opened abruptly and there he stood, smiling tentatively down at her, his lovely fine-boned hands held out in greeting.

  'Muriel my dear, come in.' As he took her hand Muriel burst into tears. She hadn't expected to, so she'd no handkerchief available. Ralph gave her his own and his thoughtfulness made her cry even more.

  'Oh, Ralph, I have been a fool. Such a fool.'

  'Never, Muriel, never a fool my dear.'

  'Yes, yes. A complete fool.' She wiped her eyes dry and smiled shakily at him. 'Could you possibly come for lunch?'

  'I've just finished breakfast, but for you I'll eat lunch too.'

  'Oh not yet, I meant later about one o'clock.'

  'I'll bring some wine shall I?'

  Muriel was scandalised. 'In the middle of the day?'

  'You drank it in the middle of the day when we were in Rome.'

  'Of course I did. Yes then, bring some wine.'

  'So be it.'

  Muriel studied his face. She reached out to touch his arm. 'Ralph you've lost weight, have you been ill?'

  'In my heart.'

  'Your heart? Have you got heart trouble?'

  'Don't you remember almost the last word you said to me?'

  Filled with sadness she answered 'I said, "No". Forgive me for causing you so much pain. I did say I'd been a complete fool. I'm sorry I was so dreadfully unkind.' Muriel reached up, pecked his cheek and said, 'See you shortly.' She spun round and went out before she could reveal any more of how she felt. As she hurried along Church Lane past the Rectory Caroline came out and almost collided with her.

  Caroline clutched hold of her. 'Steady Muriel.' They both laughed at each other. 'Where are you going in such a hurry?'

  'Oh Caroline, I'm going to take your advice.'

  'My advice? what about?'

  'Ralph's home and I'm going to do what you said and orchestrate a proposal!'

  'About time too. Peter will be delighted. He hasn't had many weddings to conduct lately, he was saying the other day he'd be losing his touch.'

  'Oh dear, yes of course. Oh dear. I must be off I've got lunch to get ready. Oh dear. Oh my goodness.'

  'Muriel do try to be happy, it's the first day of the rest of your life.'

  'Of course, yes . . . what a lovely idea. Yes, of course it is. Bye bye.'

  Caroline watched her dash off down Church Lane. Today was the first day of the rest of Caroline's life too, but she hadn't wanted to take away from Muriel's happiness by telling her. Today she, Caroline Harris would become a mother. A real honest to goodness mother of two. She and Peter were going at two o'clock to collect the twins from the hospital. Never again would she have to worry about Peter not having the children he wanted, because now he had his very own two children. Alexander and Elizabeth. Alex and Beth. Beth and Alex. Caroline stood watching Jimmy's geese as they grazed on the village green. In her mind's eye she could see the twins snuggled in their cots in the hospital, their tiny hands clenched tight, their eyelids fluttering a little as they slept. Thank God they'd decided to put weight on instead of losing it. Maybe they'd not fed eagerly because they were grieving for their mother. No that couldn't be it, could it? Still, they'd finally decided to feed well and gain weight so she needn't worry about them now. Just to get them home. Home! That sounded wonderful. She decided she was going to make a really successful job of bringing up the twins. Try to make them each feel they were the only one that counted. Full of anticipation she pushed open the door of the Store, in her pocket the list

  she'd made of the food she needed to fill the freezer before she became too busy to shop.

  As Caroline dumped yet another basket of food by the till Jimbo asked, 'My word Caroline, I know Peter's a huge chap and has a big appetite but this is ridiculous. Do you know something I don't know? Is there going to be a siege or something?'

  'Can you keep a secret?'

  'Cross my heart and hope to die,' said Jimbo suiting the action to the words.

  'I'm stocking the freezer because . . . well, we hardly dare believe it but the twins are well enough to come home, and we're collecting them this afternoon. I'm sure they'll be OK but you never know with them being so tiny, do you?'

  'Caroline, I'm delighted for you.' He came round from behind the counter and hugged her.

  Harriet coming out from the storeroom grinned. 'That's enough Jimbo please, hugging the customers. Whatever next? Is this a new sales gimmick? As the rector's wife, you ought to know better than to encourage him Caroline!'

  Jimbo whispered, 'Hush Harriet, Caroline is collecting the twins this afternoon.'

  'Oh how wonderful. I won't tell a soul or you'll be overwhelmed with visitors. Everyone is so excited and I'm so jealous of you having new babies in the house. I feel quite broody. We've made sure we've plenty of "new baby" cards in stock haven't we Jimbo?'

  Caroline pulled their legs about their sharp eye for business. Having paid for the food she realised she should have brought her car round. 'I don't know what I'm doing this morning, I'm a complete idiot and so is Peter. He tried to start his car without the keys in this morning and wondered why it wasn't moving. Then he realised he'd left the Communion wine behind and had to come

  back for it. If we're like this before the twins come home, what will we be like afterwards?'

  Harriet assured her that things would all work out, and suggested she should bring everything across to the Rectory in the Range Rover which was still outside.

  'Thanks very much. I appreciate that. Byejimbo.'

  Mother's clock was striking a quarter to one when Muriel heard Ralph at the door. She checked her hair and face in the little mirror she kept for the purpose in her tiny kitchen and hastened across the living room to open the door. The small dining table in the window was already laid, all she needed to do was put the food on it.

  Momentarily the two of them were silent as they looked at each other across the threshold.

  'Shall I come in?'

  'Oh yes, I'm so sorry, please, yes, please come in.'

  'I'm early, I know, but I couldn't wait to come.'

  'It doesn't matter, everything's ready. I shall never learn to be late. Sit down Ralph and I'll put the things on the table. Oh you've brought the wine.'

  'Yes, I've had it in the fridge since you called, it should be just right.' Their hands touched as she took the bottle and Muriel felt as though she'd had an electric shock.

  'Oh Ralph.' She stood on tip toe and pressed her lips to his. When she stepped back her face was flushed and she apologised. 'I'm so sorry, I beg your pardon. You sit down, I'll get on and make the coffee.' A wisp of hair came down across her forehead. Flustered and embarrassed she reached up to push it away only to find Ralph taking hold of her hand and putting it to his lips to kiss.

  'It tastes of ham, smoked ham. Let me see, yes, that's right, vintage Jimbo Charter-Plackett.'

  Muriel laughed. 'That's right.' She scurried away into the kitchen hoping for a moment's respite but Ralph

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  followed her in. Being such a small kitchen Muriel felt smothered by his presen
ce there. She was acutely aware of him and couldn't avoid savouring the smell of his after shave or was it cologne or ... She turned to pick up the coffee pot and bumped into him. In a moment his arms were round her and they were kissing as if their lives depended on it.

  'Muriel, Muriel, I have missed you.' Ralph buried his face in her neck and she reached up to stroke his head.

  'I've missed you too Ralph. If you still feel the same I desperately want to change that "No" to a "Yes".'

  Ralph drew back and looked closely at her. He cupped his hands around her cheeks and said, 'Muriel Hipkin are you proposing to me?'

  'Well, yes, I think I must be.'

  'Hallelujah. What a day. Let's open the wine and drink a toast.'

  He expertly removed the cork, poured them each a glass and raised his in a toast to her.

  'To Muriel, my best beloved.'

  'To Ralph, my best beloved.' Muriel sipped her wine and then said hesitantly, 'You haven't answered me yet.'

  'The answer, my dear, is yes. I shan't let you forget you proposed though. Who would have imagined the day would come when you did that?'

  'If my mother knew what I'd done she be ashamed of me.'

  'Mothers don't always know best. To save you any further shame I'll ask you. Muriel Hipkin will you marry me immediately?'

  'Yes. A thousand times yes.'

  After lunch, during which they'd interrupted almost every mouthful to say something meaningful to each other, Ralph with a twinkle in his eye said, 'Do you remember when we were children I used to tease you about that initial "E" in your name and you would never

  tell me what it stood for. I used to try to guess, Ethel, Eloise, Edna, Enid, Elise, Evadne, Elsie . . . but you never told me. Seeing as I am shortly, very shortly, to become your husband will you tell me now?'

  'Husband, oh my word. Oh dear, I shall be Lady Templeton. Oh, Ralph, what have I done?'

  'Nothing yet, but you still haven't told me what the "E" stands for.'

  'I have to have something of mystery about me, anyway it's so excruciating I can hardly bear to think about you knowing.'

  'More wine my dear?' As he leant across to fill her glass he said, 'Still, I shall know on our wedding day because Peter will have to use your full name. I can wait.'