Lost and Found
‘That new girl Helen looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth,’ Jane told her husband in the car on their way home after the tennis match. ‘But I think she’s as crooked as they come. And her husband. Have you seen him strutting around wearing that ridiculous cravat? Poser.’
‘Really Jane,’ Mike replied. ‘You are very quick to judge people. Where’s the evidence?’
‘Well, call it instinct. I saw her eyeing up Mary Ellen’s necklace last week, and guess what, now it’s disappeared. But the reason I think it’s dodgy is because she never said she’d been at the club at all, yet I saw her coming out of the changing room that day. So, what do you think now?’
‘Jane, I think you need to keep out of it. You can’t go accusing people like that. And it’s easy to mistake a date.’
A few days later the phone rang.
‘Jane, hello. I’m just phoning with some great news. I found my necklace! It had fallen right down into the bottom of my sports bag. I won’t stop to chat now because I’m phoning round all the gang. Everyone has been so concerned. I’m calling Helen next. She even suggested I should search the bag again because things can get wedged.’
Jane congratulated Mary Ellen on her good fortune in finding the necklace, then she turned to her husband.
‘I don’t believe it!’ She snorted. ‘I still don’t trust her. I bet Helen put it back herself.’
‘Well, you’ll never know, dear. Isn’t it a good job you don’t have an expensive necklace to lose?’
Mike laughed heartily at his joke, Jane less so.
© Elaine Peters