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in the front parking area the great black car. Now my love, now I will watch you like a guardian angel.

Chapter 16
    Five days have passed since the night that I spent in the woods with my memories and Maria. I have watched for most of that time hidden in a dark corner near to the house where Hannah has her flat. There is a church almost opposite with an imposing gateway. The stone pillars are tall and wide and the pathway overhung with a dark growth of trees and shrubs. It is perfect for me.
    I suppose that in years gone by I could not have used that place, churches were visited daily and I would be continually in danger of being seen. Now though, apart from scavenging dogs and one or two old ladies with sad little bunches of flowers there is no passing traffic. The old ladies barely glanced at me, there is a war memorial just beside the pathway and I made a great pretence of reading the names inscribed in the stone.
    From my secret place I was able to see Hannah’s flat very clearly. I was there in the morning before she woke. She rises at around seven. The first day I was there from four because I didn’t know her routine but after that I was able to arrive between six and seven.
    The light in what I have discovered must be her bedroom flashes on behind the filmy cream curtains. It is a small light and I imagine it to be some sort of alarm clock, probably one of those which turn on the radio. Does she listen to music as she wakes or is it The News that starts her day? So much for me to discover about her. There is a small window beside the bedroom and the glass is frosted and so of course this must be the bathroom, this is the one that is illuminated next and then the loveliest thing of all. The first morning I was overwhelmed by what I saw. The flat is on the second floor and so it must feel very private and so my beautiful girl comes to the kitchen window in the early morning light. Her hair is dishevelled from tossing in her sleep. The light is behind her and her head is alight with the golden strands of unkempt hair. Quite, quite beautiful. Each day she has worn a gown with thin straps and as my eye lights on her almost bare shoulders I imagine the feel of that night warmed skin I anticipate when I am able to caress it and enfold her in my arms.
    For three of the days she left quite early and climbed into her car to head into town. I pedalled quickly through the back streets and was able to arrive very shortly after she did at her little office in the old building near to Costa. I stayed in town all day watching in case she went out or met anyone and then repeated the trip in reverse to see her turning on her lights as she arrived back at her home.
    I am far, far behind in my work. Two deadlines have passed unfilled and I have many calls needing to be returned, but for now it must all wait. My house has grown dusty and there is no fresh food left in the fridge. I can’t spare the time to shop. Should I turn my back for a moment I could miss her meeting with someone or leaving her work for a lunch time dalliance. I can’t risk any time away from where she is.
    The other days were a worry to me, she rose at the usual time and then stayed in the flat for longer. Eventually driving away, she headed in the other direction and off towards the motorway. Of course it was impossible for me to follow then and I spent the days in agony wondering where she was and what she was doing.
    However, one thing is now clear to me, and I can hardly contain my delight – she does indeed live alone.
    I have watched her walk from room to room, stand by the window and pull the great heavy curtains at night and always it is she and she alone that I have seen. One day another person arrived just after she had gone into the flat. It was a woman who rang the bell. Hannah came to the door and invited her inside. It didn’t cause me any discomfort because it was clear that although they did seem to know each other there was no real affection