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ANNA
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SATURDAY, AUGUST 10, 2013
MORNING
I drove to the gym in Northcote for my spin class this morning, then
dropped into the Matches store on the way back and treated myself to a
very cute Max Mara minidress (Tom will forgive me once he sees me in
it). I was having a perfectly lovely morning, but as I parked the car there
was some sort of commotion outside the Hipwells’ place—there are
photographers there all the time now—and there she was. Again! I could
hardly believe it. Rachel, barrelling past a photographer, looking rough.
I’m pretty sure she’d just left Scott’s house.
I didn’t even get upset. I was just astounded. And when I brought it up
with Tom—calmly, matter-of-factly—he was just as baffled as I was.
“I’ll get in touch with her,” he said. “I’ll find out what’s going on.”
“You’ve tried that,” I said as gently as I could. “It doesn’t make any
difference.” I suggested that maybe it was time to take legal advice, to
look into getting a restraining order or something.
“She isn’t actually harassing us, though, is she?” he said. “The phone
calls have stopped, she hasn’t approached us or come to the house. Don’t
worry about it, darling. I’ll sort it.”
He’s right, of course, about the harassment thing. But I don’t care.
There’s something up, and I’m not prepared to just ignore it. I’m tired of
being told not to worry. I’m tired of being told that he’ll sort things out,
that he’ll talk to her, that eventually she’ll go away. I think the time has
come to take matters into my own hands. The next time I see her, I’m
calling that police officer—the woman, Detective Riley. She seemed
nice, sympathetic. I know Tom feels sorry for Rachel, but honestly I
think it’s time I dealt with that bitch once and for all.