Anne looked in the window of the Antiques shop, just about over the shock of seeing those two young lads. She admired a Grandfather clock that stood within the shop, and a beautiful dressing table. She then noticed the shop owner glaring at her from inside. She entered the shop and quite confidently smiled and said ‘Good morning’. The man nodded, and responded with more of a grimace than a smile but replied ‘Good morning’.
‘You have some beautiful pieces of furniture.’ she told him. He grimaced again, and replied ‘Thank you Miss’.
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This wasn’t the warmest of welcomes, so she persisted. ‘How rude of me, ‘ she went on. ‘My name is Anne Bradshaw. I’ve just moved in to the property on Cross Keys Crescent with my son David.’
‘Oh, I see.’ He rather coldly said. ‘And is your son a proper boy?’ He strangely asked.
‘I beg your pardon?’ she asked him quite abruptly, as she was finding him rather indignant.
‘I mean, he dresses normally?’ He asked her again.
‘What are you implying?’ She asked again, this time round she was quite annoyed.
‘I’m sorry’. He told her. ‘But this Village isn’t what it used to be’. He said.
‘What do you mean?’ Anne asked, now feeling somewhat nervous.
‘Oh, not since those wretched Scarlett sisters took the place over. They live up in the Mansion on the Hill Top. More money than sense.’ He said.
‘But what has that got to do with my son?’ she asked him.
‘You haven’t seen anything unusual yet?’ He asked her.
Not really’. She replied ‘Oh, apart from two young lads dressed up as girls. Obviously going to some kind of fancy dress party. They were dressed, you know, way over the top, in frilly dresses, and loads of make up. But nothing else I would call unusual..’ She told him.
‘Believe me Miss’, he told her. ‘They were not going to a fancy dress party. They dress like that all the time. They are the Grayling twins. Christopher and Michael.’
‘Oh right’, she said. ‘Well that is rather peculiar perhaps. And they looked ridiculous. Rather inappropriate I thought for a village like this.’ She said.
Believe me Miss’. The shopkeeper told her. ‘They all dress like that. All the boys in this village.’
Anne studied the man carefully. He was sounding like some nut, she thought to herself. But now she was curious. ‘Tell me more.’ She asked him.