I was out after work with my beau, and when I came back Rosanne told me that Anna had gone back to Gordon again. I just couldn't believe how such an intelegent woman could be interested in that guy. Suzanne, Joe's wife and Rosanne's sister were also in the pub, high in her cups, and very talkative. She was so funny, as she would come into the hotel wearing this huge oversized jacket, and I have seen her stashing umpteen bottles of red into the many pockets of this jacket, and looked so uncomfortable when she left, the heavy bottles dragging down her tiny, quite unstable body, but she always managed, and she was a familiar sight, walking unsteadily down the road with her bulging pockets and unsure steps. As Suzanne was a shareholder in the hotel, albeit a silent one, she was, I supposed, entitled to take whatever she wanted, so why she always tried to smuggle the booze out was a mystery to us, unless she had told Joe that she stopped drinking.
I left the door of our room open for Anna, hoping that she would use her head and don't stay with that man overnight again, as I think he was horrible, and read myself into a state of sleepiness, where after I put out the light, hoping that if Anna came back, she would do her ablutions quietly, and not wake me up.
I kind of heard the door open, but as I was now at that stage where my brain was at rest, and although I heard the click also when it was closed, I just turned over and went back to sleep, sure that it was Anna, but kind of woke up again on hearing dragging footsteps coming towards my bed. I lay like a bally frozen slab of ice, not able to make either my voice, or my hands work, but when this person started pawing me under the sheet, I was out of bed like a flash, screaming at the top of my voice, thinking 'rape! rape!', but when I took a wee breather, I heard that my assailant was also screaming at the top of it's voice, and this voice was definitely that of a woman!
When I managed to control my shaking limbs enough to put the light on, I saw that it was Suzanne, who was looking at me with her large brown eyes opened very wide and full of fear, and I realised that she must have been looking for Joe, who used the room next to us,and misjudged the rooms.
By this time John, who rents the flat opposite from our room from the hotel, had come into the room, his face pale with fright, as he also thought that one of us was being murdered. Suzanne calmed down a bit, but both of us was still a bit upset, so she took out one of the bottles in her pocket, and told me flatly that she thought we both needed a stiff tipple after all that, and so, using our coffee mugs, we sat on the bed and finished the bottle, after which she left again on her quest to find Joe, who was out on a mysterious nightly visit somewhere!
Suzanne came up to the hotel the next day, but I think she was so sozzled the previous night that she couldn't remember anything that happened, and I decided to let sleeping dogs lie!
Anna was indeed back with Gordon, and nothing anybody said could make her see him for the rascal he was, but what bothered me was that she had started to tell all kind of strange stories about Joe and Rosanne, and how they abused us, but darn it, we could leave any time. I think as Gordon knew what we all thought about him, he was trying to alienate Anna from the hotel
But the funniest of all this was Anna in the passenger seat of Gordon's old, dilapadated station wagon of  uncertain age and make. That old thing was all rusted up, one window broken, and giving big, black,  loud and smokey  farts as far as it went, and to see Anna sit like a queen, head held high and regally, while the car sent out this bursts of smoke,
was enough to put anyone in stitches, but I felt like crying!