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from a mystery admirer.  It really does say that!  A mystery admirer!  I thought you were joking.  You're not blonde though.  I wouldn't call you blonde.  Mouse, more like." 
     
    "I suppose I'm not beautiful either?  Thanks for the compliment!  Well, you're certainly not blonde are you?  Mouse is more blonde than you are.  You're dark as night by comparison.  And beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
     
    "So they say.  And skin deep." 
     
    "Sometimes.  Anyway, I'm going to give this lovely card pride of place on the telly to remind me that somebody loves me, even if you don't."
     
    "I do.  I just forgot that's all.  I will get you something later.  It'll still be Valentine's Day when I get back from work and I could make dinner too, something nice."
     
    "Okay.  Give us a kiss then.  You're not jealous though, I notice."
     
    "I am, but I can cope.  I think I saw her, by the way.  A little dark thing."
     
    "When?"
     
    "Just as I came home yesterday evening.  I was parking.  Reversing a bit up the road."
     
    "It was dark."
     
    "Not that dark.  I could still see a bit.  Anyway that streetlight was on –"
     
    "For a change."
     
    "They've fixed it.  Anyway, it looked like someone coming out of our gate."
     
    "Could have been from upstairs."
     
    "Well, I thought that, of course.  Or that you have a lover."
     
    "I do."
     
    "What?"
     
    "You, silly."
     
    "Okay, okay.  Well anyway, it must have been her.  Though I didn't notice an envelope on the floor when I came in."
     
    "You were probably worried."
     
    "About what?"
     
    "Your mum getting worse!"
     
    "Oh yes, of course.  You're right, I was.  "
     
    "What did she look like?"
     
    "Who?"
     
    "The woman."
     
    "Like I said, small and dark.  A bit rat-like."
     
    "No.  You're teasing me."
     
    "No, really.  Small and scuttling, like a wee rodent.  Or rather, a big rodent or a small, wee woman."
     
    "You're giving me the creeps."
     
    "Me too."
     
    "You didn't know her then?"
     
    "Why should I?  Why d'you ask?  I don't know many wee rats." 
     
    "I'm just interested to know who she is – my secret admirer."
     
    "Maybe you'll find out one day.  All will be revealed."
     
    "How exciting!"
     
    "Do you think so?  Some things ought to stay secret though, don't you think?  Like the identity of secret admirers, worshipping from afar."
     
    "Mystery admirer – perhaps she'll come nearer."
     
    "She'd better not!"  
     
    "Wow!  Jealousy, at last!  Seriously though, have you seen her, on your travels?"
     
    "Like I said, it was dark.  Anyway, I have to go now, mustn't be late in today, got a meeting first thing."
     
    "Right.  I'll see you later."
     
    Eva hesitates, at the open door, "Are you doing anything today?"
     
    "Later.  I told you last night, don't you remember?  One of my regulars over in Hackney.  Not yet, this afternoon."
     
    "Oh, well.  I forgot, sorry.  Look, I've got to go.  Will you be in?"
     
    "When you get back?  Yes.  I'll only be gone a couple of hours.  Quick or I'll have to shut this door.  It's freezing!"
     
    "See you then.  Look, I'm sorry about last night."
     
    "It's all right.  No problem." 
     
    "You know what I mean, after you bought champagne, cake and everything, it was unforgivable."
     
    "I said, no problem."
     
    "I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."
     
    "I'll hold you to that.  Now, you better get off or you'll miss your meeting."
     
    "They can't start without me!"
     
    "I know that, madam boss-lady.  Off you go just the same."
     
    "Happy Valentine's Day."
     
    "Later."
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    Faith has just come home from work.  There is an envelope on the doormat. 
     
    Second post and something for Carol.  Typed name and address.  Don't even have to open the envelope to see what it is, it's such thin paper you can see right through it.  Now who would send her a Valentine card?  Don't suppose it would say on it, even if I did open it and have a quick look.