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    nursery."
    She looked at April, who'd become quite pensive, and she
    wondered what was going through her mind. Joyce went to the end of the passage
    and opened the last door. "This is my room, let me show you around."
    April gasped at the rush of pink from walls, to floor,
    including curtains and bed cover, and said, "Why, Joyce, you have a beautiful
    room!"
    "Thank you my dear," she said. Pointing to the left she
    said, "That side is my bathroom and dressing room, and of course this is the
    main part of the bedroom, but come with me." She led the way to the right,
    where there was a deep bay window containing a heart-shaped white dressing
    table with pink accessories. On the wall to the right there were two curtains
    held back by cord, and between them was the entrance to a small sitting room.
    "This is my private area, where I sit and sew, watching the
    life in the avenue," she said, leading April into the room. There was a chaise
    longue, pink, of course, along the wall opposite the window, and she gestured
    to April to take a seat.
    "Let's sit and relax for while, and get to know each other."
    April settled into the sofa, but look nervous, so Joyce
    said, "I hope you're not worried by Cyril's attentions, my dear; he's just an
    old softie, and means no harm."
    April smiled and said, "Oh no, in fact I like him very much
    and enjoy his company." She stopped talking and looked thoughtful.
    "And that business of lipstick on Grant was nothing, just a
    bit of silliness."
    "Joyce, I know it was more than that, but I also know it was
    not of your doing…"
    "I think you have something worrying you, so why don't you
    talk about it – a problem shared is a problem halved!"
    She looked up at Joyce and said, "I hate to be a nuisance,
    but do you think Grant and I can have separate bedrooms. I'm having…" She
    stopped to wipe the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief.
    Joyce hid a triumphant smile as she put a hand over April's
    saying, "We all have our difficulties, my dear, and say no more about it. I'll
    put you in the large guest room and Grant in the small one, and don't you worry
    about Cyril, he probably won't even notice."
    She gave a wan smile, but her eyes looked much brighter, so
    Joyce continued, "I must tell you, April, because it will become obvious in a
    day or two, that I've been having problems with Cyril. Not between us, you
    understand, but at his work where he's developed a tendency to be over-friendly
    with the young women to the extent he often fondles them."
    April opened her eyes wide and Joyce said, "This explains
    why he's showing you such warm attention, also, because you're a beautiful
    young woman in the age group he's fond of."
    "I understand, thank you for taking me into your confidence
    and explaining it."
    "You don't have to worry about him going too far, my dear,
    because to be frank he started to lose it years ago. I don't think he even
    remembers what to do anymore, and if it does come back to him, he just won't
    have the power. I heard this expression for the first time only a day or two
    ago, but it sums him up to a tee—he just doesn't have any lead in his pencil."
    April smiled at this, and Joyce patted her hands and said,
    "So, do you want to share the problem you're having with Grant?"
     She nodded and said, "I think he's having an affair with my
    mother."
    Joyce was shocked to hear this, but said nothing and put a
    comforting arm around her shoulder, encouraging her to continue.
    "A few months ago, I came home mid-afternoon from visiting a
    friend where I planned to stay for the evening, but her husband returned a day
    early from Scotland. Grant was in the sitting room watching TV and mother was
    busy in the kitchen, so after saying hello I went upstairs to change. My
    mother's bedroom door was open, and I could see her bed was not just un-made,
    but in a right tumble. I had made the bed for her that morning before I left to
    visit my friend, so I went into to see what had