Oh, it's a hot mess, all right. Boiling hot, blazing hot, hot, hot, hot, mess.
He is tall and tanned and has green eyes. Oh those green eyes. Those green eyes.
She has hazel eyes. Hazel eyes. Her hazel eyes.
He's been in India five years. Five years in India. Five years. Five.
So he goes to her house Monday afternoon, and after they have a long conversation during which he tells her a boring and highly implausible story about a tempe and a monkey and a piece of fruit in a glass jar (!), she kicks him out.
Now suddenly it's Sunday again, and he hears gossip in church.
Leo opened his eyes, and sighed deeply. It was not difficult to make a guess about the conversations’ subjects, and he found himself shifting in his seat uncomfortably. It was all coming back to him now, he thought wryly, the gossip and fearmongering of a small English town – there really was nothing like it. Even in India, if a person was to speak about another they would do it face to face, with nothing to hide behind and no way to pretend
Murdoch, Emily. A Harvest Passion (Kindle Locations 581-584). Endeavour Press. Kindle Edition.
But all during the preceding five or six days no one said anything? Nothing? Not a word?
And what about the school? The gossip in church is highly critical of his behavior, but no one has approached him about his moral lapses and questioned his fitness to teach the children?