Port Hope Simpson wild bay

historical fiction based on year as vso volunteer in Port Hope Simpson, Labrador, Newfoundland, Canada 1969-70 and coming back out to The Town of Port Hope Simpson's Coming Home Celebrations in July 2002; also based on holiday travels; Richard ap Meurig's sense of purpose, peace, quietness,returning to awe-inspiring wilderness of The Labrador, spiritual retreat & renewal...http://porthopesimpson.blogspot.com/

Monday, July 19, 2004

59. It didn't take




Dawson very long to decide that a trip to Portugal was necessary.
Within a day or so an astonished Chantelle greeted him and he was again setting up his audiocassette for another formal interview. The value of surprise was inestimable. Without any time to gather her thoughts Chantelle said, "I admit to blaming Loga for the two deaths because I had found out that I was pregnant with Mr. Jeffrey’s baby - Shanolla's Mother, Roseanne."
"Did Loga believe that you were expecting her husband's baby? said Cpl. Dawson.
"Yes, I think she did," said Chantelle.
"Why did you want to blame Mrs. Jeffrey?”
"Because she was having an affair with the Company Manager behind his back and God knows with who else. She was a very wicked woman. She never really wanted his baby in the first place all she wanted do was fool around. I think she was terribly spoilt as a child and she was so used to getting her own way. She loved her gravy too much did that woman to be a good mother to her children.
Mr. Jeffrey never cottoned on to what was happening. I just felt sorry for him that’s all. I never meant it to go as far as it did but we were in the house alone together when he returned from one of his brief visits from St John's. Emily was out playing somewhere and he had always been so kind to me. It just went on from there.”
"Is there anything else you would like to tell me Mrs McCarthy, about the night of their deaths?" said Cpl. Dawson.
"Well, to tell you the absolute truth because I have had to live with this, I am not altogether sure if it was her that killed him. I never saw her with an axe in her hands. All I saw was Mr. Jeffrey on their bed with his neck all split abroad."