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2020-10-17 23:30:41For a short time without orientation she found herself in a dark hallway, on the left side of which a small cupboard and an antique wooden bench framed a portrait of an old couple. In the background there was an even older cloakroom under a staircase that led to the upper floor, and on the right hand side was the front door with a key rack attached to it, from which Gina took one off.
Although this door was also very heavy, it was almost torn from her hand when the storm opened it. She stepped out into the same little alleyway into which her window opened and decided first and foremost to have a look at the harbor, of which she had not seen too much when she arrived the day before.
Besides, she had the feeling that she needed the onshore storm to really blow through her confused thoughts.
After just a few steps, she realized how good this walk would be for her. She passed the short area of the harbor, which was at the innermost point of a large bay. Then she followed a long road that seemed to lead directly along the pier to the open sea. At some point she stopped, stared into the churned water, which was much more moving out here, and let her thoughts run free.
It was very unusual for her to spend the night here in a foreign country. Not that she didn't feel comfortable here, it certainly wasn't. She felt warmly welcomed by the Drake couple and everything was fine with her room too.
Besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't stayed at home a few times with her former boyfriend Mark or a friend, but it was something different when you were so far away from the familiar places and people. However, there were a few peculiarities in this pub that she found a little unusual, like the pictures on the wall in the dining room or the very strange son of the house, but she would probably find something unusual in any workplace. She just had to get into it!
Francis! She sighed to herself without realizing it. Strange or not, he's something special! I'll keep an eye on him. She smiled at the thought.
She took another deep breath and, full of rediscovered vigor, she turned around, looked in the direction of the city, which from here looked very picturesquely glued to the slopes of the hill, and looked up at the two churches, which, at the level of the train station, above on the mountain, actually on opposite ends of the city. A strong gust of wind from behind made her coat blow forward and tousled her hair thoroughly. She felt and enjoyed the force of the wind that drove her towards the city in front of her.
On that late November afternoon, the sun had not been strong enough to dry the wet pavement for a long time. So she thanked her maker for exchanging her sandals for sturdy loafers before setting off. It was already five o'clock, the pubs were already open and the noise of the running football broadcast reached her ear as she walked up the narrow streets. Again there was hardly a person to be seen in the streets until she came to Main Street, where the numerous shops lined up between the two churches were still frequented by many customers.
Gina had come to the city center on the Anglican Church side. Actually, she hadn't really expected it, but of course she was still a bit disappointed when it was actually already locked. Then she strolled towards the Catholic Church, sometimes on one side, sometimes on the other side of Main Street and looked at the shops.
Some made her smile, because they were the kind of shops that sold souvenirs, postcards and knick-knacks that looked more than similar to those in her hometown. In a candy store she bought a box of cookies and chocolate for a few shillings and strolled on. In the middle of Main Street, right next to the town hall and opposite the train station, she discovered a small library that was of course closed on Saturday afternoon. She would definitely visit them in the near future.
On the other side of the Harbourlane, which opened on the left, was a dreamy little tea room, which Gina stopped in spontaneously, because she was frozen through despite her warm coat. Now she regretted leaving her novel in her room, but at least there were a few daily newspapers at the entrance, one of which she chose to get to know the local scene a little better.
She had found a seat right by the window, which, however, and she only noticed too late, was right next to a table where three elderly women were having their afternoon tea.
No sooner had Gina sat down than she saw Mr. Drake, who had bought missing groceries for the weekend, through the overgrown green plants in front of the window, turning with two heavy bags from Main Street into Harbourlane.
He did not notice her hesitant waving, however, because he did not even look in her direction but walked briskly down the street. For a moment Gina felt a small twinge of regret that she had been overlooked, but then she brushed this stupid thought from her consciousness and immersed herself in the daily newspaper.
Inevitably she had to listen to the quiet conversation of the women behind her.
“It's a scandal, Martha! You can go wherever you want! "
" Ah what, it's not that bad, "said another soothingly.
" Yes, yes! Peggy is quite right. Did you try to reach one of our friends on Saturday evening? " , the third, now a little louder, interfered in the conversation.
"Yes, but nothing suffers from it. As long as everyone else does their work, that's still better than this constant binge!" .
"so I do not know if this is really so much better ..." replied Peggy with a now much her voice.
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