She was everything Anita dreaded she would be. She had heard so much about Sandy or Dr Sandra over the past 17 years in amusing stories of rumpus, university recollections
Whenever any university friend called they always would ask after Sandra as if Christopher should know of her current whereabouts and her latest exploits. Sandy was difficult to ignore as a post-dinner story but she even harder to ignore as a guest in the family home. Christopher had insisted they turf out Tina from her bedroom and make Tina sleep with the twins. Anita thought their guest would prefer the peace that the guest cottage would offer and give her a chance to get to know Lisa and Dan who were staying in the cottage next door.
But Christopher had insisted she stay in the main house so she could have as much time as she wanted in the laboratory with him. It was a “work thing” he had insisted.
So it was that Dr “perfect” came to stay and Anita felt vulnerable for the first time in her life. She was just overcoming a bout of post natal depression and was hoping to rekindle the active sex life they had enjoyed before the birth of Seven but now she saw a rival and she knew Christopher was as frustrated as she was. So the blonde bombshell was here in person and looking straight at Anita and smiling with her immaculate white teeth, eyes as pure a blue as ever seen and blonde locks that were perfectly ruffled to give that busy look that would have cost a fortune at the hairdresser’s and Anita had nothing except the frazzled look from caring for seven children, a husband and a cat and dog.
Anita thought
“Life is a bitch!”
