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Map of Holme Olstrup

Map of Holme Olstrup

Map of Holme Olstrup

Map of Holme Olstrup

Yet, like a sapling with only one side exposed to the sun, where their relationship had grown to a certain intimacy, it had never blossomed into anything more physical than an occasional adolescent-like good-night kiss. Recently, though, Jinx had begun to notice subtle changes in Matthew’s behaviour as well as her own. They were nervous around each other – both speaking at the same time; each acutely aware of the other’s attractiveness; each taking great pains not to bump, touch, or nudge the other; incessantly muttering excuse me'; blushing whenever there was a long, awkward silence. There was a definite tension building born of unreleased passion that clung to each of them like a summer cold. Jinx clamped her eyes shut and fidgeted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable spot so she could fall asleep and rid herself of the nagging thoughts that she had brought along on this trip like so much carry-on luggage. She tried to soothe herself by conjuring up images of Kip, strong, clear, distinct images of the man who had been her first love, her husband, the father of her child. Instead, his face was vague, his features faint, his visage somewhat lost in the vastness of passing time. She tried to keep Kip’s image in front of her, mentally tuning it like a television screen, feeling guilty when, despite her efforts, the picture dissolved into a field of grey, and another image superimposed itself on her psychic screen. Matthew Grant’s face loomed in front of her.

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