The Village whore (Cont with Jane)
I woke up the next morning and as promised Mom had gone I looked around the cottage Moms wardrobe was empty her dressing table clear of her make up. The phone rang it was Frank I’d heard her call him that but didn’t know his business He sounded kindly and said he was going to come around in an hour. When he arrived he was a little older than I had imagined say about late fifties He sat me down and told me he had things to tellme that may take a lot of understanding “You have this cottage, lovely furniture, both you and mom have lovely clothes, and food etc is delivered to your door even though Mom had a car So your old enough now to wonder who pays for it all” “Well …