The Jealous One
The Jealous One | By Celia Fremlin
Rosamund wakes up from her mid-morning nap to find, to her delight, that she is running a temperature. Surely that explains her blinding headache, and the weird, delirious dream in which she had murdered her overly seductive neighbour in a vengeful act of jealousy? A great relief, then, to find this was merely the nightmarish work of a fevered imagination.
Until her husband exclaims, ‘Rosamund! Have you any idea what’s happened to Lindy? She’s disappeared!…’
The Jealous One | By Celia Fremlin
Rosamund wakes up from her mid-morning nap to find, to her delight, that she is running a temperature. Surely that explains her blinding headache, and the weird, delirious dream in which she had murdered her overly seductive neighbour in a vengeful act of jealousy? A great relief, then, to find this was merely the nightmarish work of a fevered imagination.
Until her husband exclaims, ‘Rosamund! Have you any idea what’s happened to Lindy? She’s disappeared!…’
The Jealous One | By Celia Fremlin
Rosamund wakes up from her mid-morning nap to find, to her delight, that she is running a temperature. Surely that explains her blinding headache, and the weird, delirious dream in which she had murdered her overly seductive neighbour in a vengeful act of jealousy? A great relief, then, to find this was merely the nightmarish work of a fevered imagination.
Until her husband exclaims, ‘Rosamund! Have you any idea what’s happened to Lindy? She’s disappeared!…’
