As I’d given myself the afternoon off in anticipation of lunch with Luke, when I got home I decided to allow myself the free time to catch up on my internet friends, update my blogs and do a little research. I wondered how many books Luke had written to in order to afford a château. I’d only managed a short story (unpublished) myself up to now. Then I discovered that he too had a blog. I spent a pleasurable hour or so reading back through the archives and it seemed that Luke was capable of writing well about anything and everything that took his fancy.
Although there was very little on his personal life, he wrote pretty regularly about Mork. A recent post of his left me with the urge to comment, I didn’t agree with his point of view and was wondering how to put my argument in a pleasant way when I had the idea of using another identity. I could use a pseudonym, but what should I call myself? Then I thought of our conversation on the way home the evening we visited Geraldine, I’d call myself ‘The Loose Woman’! So I left my comment, grinning to myself, wondering how he would respond.
Katie phoned me during the evening, as I knew she would. I told her that she was worse than her grandmother. She was cross that I’d been let down, I think she wanted him to sweep me off my feet or seduce me in the pool or something. I informed her that I wasn’t a teenager with uncontrollable urges and I hoped that Luke wasn’t either.
The next morning, before I started to work on my postcards, I checked the comments on Luke’s blog and was delighted to read his witty reply, to which I responded. I decided I was going to make mischief. He’d written another post about football, of all things – I didn’t really have anything to say there, so I started work.
After lunch I was tackling a pile of ironing which needed urgent attention when the bell rang. I was surprised to find Mork patiently sat in front of the door holding a piece of paper in his mouth. I asked him if the paper was for me and he turned to see if his master was going to answer, when he saw that Luke wasn’t there he went to look for him. I could hear Luke whispering loudly, he was hiding behind the wall;
“Go back stupid dog and give Emily the paper” Mork didn’t understand the game and came back to me but wouldn’t let go of the paper. I wasn’t sure I wanted it anyway as it was looking rather soggy by then. Eventually Luke stood up from behind the wall laughing and told me that the note was to ask me if I’d like to go for a walk with them. I was glad to be rescued from the ironing and agreed to go. We did managed to get the piece of paper from Mork but he didn’t give it up without a struggle.
We didn’t see too many people on the walk as it wasn’t quite holiday time, but Mork was much admired by passers by and he was very polite with them. While we walked, I tried to ask Luke how his writing was going but he explained to me that he didn’t like to talk about the work in hand. He answered all of my questions about books he’d written in the past, I always wondered what happened to the characters next. Sometimes he could tell me what might have happened to them, when he couldn’t he asked me what I thought came next. I think that we both enjoyed that game. The afternoon passed all too quickly for me, then it was back home to my ironing.
Over the course of the next few weeks I continued leaving witty comments and generally playing up and flirting on his blog. I think I was very lucky not to get banned. I was very careful not to leave my real identity and thoroughly enjoyed my anonymity. I continued to meet Luke in the village and we occasionally went for long walks with Mork together and once or twice into town during the long hot evenings to sit at a café on the port and observe the tourists. I had to watch what I said sometimes, so as not to give the game away that I was reading his blog and thought I was getting away with it. However, one morning I met them on my way back from the post office and as I was talking to Luke, I realised that I hadn’t used my pseudonym. He could see from my face that something was wrong so I invented a problem at home – I’d left a ring on top of the cooker switched on – and dashed off. I heard him call out after me;
“You mind you don’t get burnt”.
I turned on the computer hoping that I could get to the comments box and delete the comment before he saw it. After deleting the comment I scrolled down to re enter it as “The Loose Woman”. He’d already seen my comment and answered it, thanking me for revealing myself – so that was why he shouted after me!
A few minutes later the phone rang- who else could it be but Luke? Wanting to know if I’d turned the cooker off without burning myself, he was laughing as he spoke. He told me that he was glad that “The Loose Woman” was me and he remembered where I had got my pseudonym from. He’d also looked up my profile and checked out my blogs.
He complimented me on my style of writing!