Love in a Muddle

by Christine Jope-Slade

"No," I said, "I'm not in love with him."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"He wanted me."

"Did he send for you?"

"No."

"Pam," said mother, "you are hiding things. Are you?"

"Yes," I said.

"I am going to find them out, there's something here I don't understand at all. Why did Cheneston let you come to see another man?"

"He thought I wanted to."

"You did not want to," mother said. "You are crazily, madly in love with Cheneston, that is obvious to anyone who knows you."