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Fanny Blake
Women of a Dangerous Age
Dedication
To Robin, Matt, Nick and Spike
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
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‘You’re going to India?’ Fiona had sounded as if Lou…
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Delhi airport was teeming with people. Lou’s suitcase felt heavy…
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The unearthly flickering light of the tiny TV screens set…
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Lou’s eyes felt as if they’d been forcibly removed, sandpapered…
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Standing in her walk-in closet, Ali looked around her. Everything…
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Arriving at the studio the following morning, Ali immediately saw…
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The pub was busy with early-evening drinkers as Lou pushed…
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When she woke the next morning, Lou’s head seemed to…
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The Tube was jammed. People pressed up against one another,…
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‘How could you have ended up on the same holiday…
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By the time Lou arrived, the three rooms in the…
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Beyond the shutters, the night was dark. Reflected back in…
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As the day drew to a close, the two women…
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Ali tugged harder. The retractable ladder didn’t move. Another even…
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Ali was already fifteen minutes late. She pushed through the…
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Under a washed-out blue sky, a gust of wind lifted…
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Ten o’clock in the morning and Don and Ali were…
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The fire was lit, the salad made and the smell…
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They had almost completed their first lap of the park…
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Lou clasped her coat to her as the wind screamed…
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The chimp swung up to the glass, rolling back his…
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The great joys of driving north late at night were…
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Hooker took a tangerine taffeta dress off the rail, held…
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The moment Lou dreaded had arrived.
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Gardening was not Lou’s natural forte. When she and Hooker…
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Ali was getting dressed when she heard the sound of…
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The nearer she got to Don’s apartment block, the more…
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At the sound of the door opening, Lou looked up…
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Lou was watching the kitchen clock. Never had the second…
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A month later, an ear-splitting din interrupted Lou’s dream, checking…
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Other Books by Fanny Blake
Copyright
About the Publisher
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‘You’re going to India?’ Fiona had sounded as if Lou was about to enter a dark labyrinth: fraught with danger and quite unsuitable.
‘Yes, I am.
’ As she spoke, Lou had realised that was exactly what she was going to do. Going away would absolve her from all the problems of Christmas at home. She would escape from Hooker, their three children and her match-making friends who seemed to pursue their goal with an untimely and unwelcome fervour. Instead, she would separate the last thirty years of her life from the next thirty by getting out of the country – on her own.Lou was enjoying for as long as possible the anticipation of the moment when she’d enter the Taj Mahal. Joining the scrum of tourists, she put the cloth overshoes provided for visitors over her functional but deeply unflattering walking sandals and climbed the steps towards the main entrance. Despite people crowding by her as she photographed the intricate inlaid marble-work, the interior was every bit as impressive as she had hoped. She skirted the tourists throwing coins down the steps to the tombs and followed the perimeter of the wall, admiring the detailed workmanship up close, looking up towards the solar motif in the dome. The noise made by schoolchildren experimenting with the echo was deafening. Twenty minutes later she emerged, squinting against the brightness and wishing for the umpteenth time that she hadn’t left her wide-brimmed sun hat and sunglasses in their last hotel, in Jaipur.
