Well, Hello Everybody! How are you? Welcome back to the table, do pull up a chair. The tea is brewing and there are some of those cow biscuits and a couple of flapjacks if you’d like. The second instalment of last week’s story is ready but first, a little recap in case you missed or, indeed, can’t remember where we were…
Previously in ‘Living on the Edge 212; Block Aid…’
Last Friday, we left our retired film stars feeling very uncomfortable. Newspapers and TV were covering, in great detail, their deepest, darkest secrets and the friends had begun to suspect one another as the traitor, wantonly feeding the gossip-hungry media. We rejoin them for part two…
No one was saying much. The whole atmosphere of Oakley Newell was thick with mistrust. I know that both Catherine and Rock have quietly, off the record, been in touch with their lawyers. And Doris has been looking at a relocation…
I was certain that the tiny community was on the brink of collapse. Dare I say I feared a mass exodus and lawsuits galore? And, once the culprit was identified, the fallout would be unquantifiable…
Gerard’s purchase and maiden flight of a drone, therefore, caused much uneasiness and only served to deepen suspicions… Thus, later that evening, it was with amazement and a strange sense of relief that the friends watched Gerard’s film footage and saw the source of their leaks…
Clinging precariously to the north face of the plateau, like a tick, was a small, thin journalist. He had managed to silently tunnel into the heart of Oakley Newell. He had carved a window into their small world. He had listened. He had taped. He had transcribed. He had sold them out.
Meryl smiled and hugged her fellow plateau dwellers. The pain caused was deep, but their revenge would be so sweet… xxx
