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Sally went on about what others had, fancy holidays, a bigger car, the finest clothes.
Times had changed and the condo in Spain was the last straw.
Sitting outside their favourite coffee shop discussing the advantages of having one, Sally produced the brochure and told him all it needed was their signature.
On her return with another coffee, his mug sat alongside the document, the fountain pen resting neatly on the top.
‘He left me to catch the bus! ‘ Sally moaned to her sister.
‘I don’t think Ben wants a condo Sis. For you to go behind his back like that was probably too much.’
‘What? Of course he wants one! It’ll save a fortune on holidays and we can rent it out when we’re not using it.’
‘It’s a timeshare Sally. You only have it for a couple of weeks, not own it outright.’
Stretched out on Betty’s sofa with a cup of tea and some chocolate hobnobs, he heard her key in the door.
‘What did she say?’
‘She’s upset, but more stunned you left her like that than anything else. You really need to talk to her Ben. Explain how things are.’
‘Tomorrow. I’ll tell her tomorrow.’