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again.”
    “I have fun!” said Megan surprised. “Don’t we Gwen?  We have lots of fun.”
    Suddenly Sian stopped. “Oh God, it’s a carnival isn’t it?” she said softly. “It’s because of the woman that Dad left us for? She worked in one. I forgot, you don’t want to go because it’ll remind you of what happened. I’m sorry Mam, I didn’t think.”
    “It’s nothing to do with that” said Megan, “I’m just not… it’s just,” Megan fumbled around for the words, “I just don’t fancy it that’s all.”  She looked at the clock on the wall. “Isn’t Peter coming over in fifteen minutes?”
    “Oh bugger,” said Sian, “I’m late. Linen basket, right?”
    Megan sat down in front of Gwen again and whispered, “You see, I had Dave’s face with me all these years.”  She turned over the flyer to reveal the face of the carnival owner; Dave had aged a little but was still as handsome as ever.   
    Gwen placed her hand over her mouth, her eyes widened in surprise. Looking up at her were the same eyes that had been looking at her just five minutes previously in the beautiful seventeen-year-old.
    Megan nodded yes. “Our last time together.  He doesn’t know of course, no one does. I think my mother may have suspected, but she’s never said a word.  And I know I could have tracked him down the minute I found out I was pregnant. It wouldn’t have been that hard to do, and he would have been back like a shot, I’m certain of it.  But I chose to leave it because John would be a good father and she was my priority, and he never suspected that she may not be his, even though she didn’t look a bit like him. And well… as the years went by, there didn’t seem much point in upsetting everyone.   I’ll tell Sian one day—perhaps.   That’s going to be tough, but until then, I’ll always have my little piece of Dave and that suits me just fine.
    CHAPTER SIX

    On the other side of the village, a more distinguished-looking Dave sat outside his camper staring out onto a field. His hair was shorter and slightly greyer, but his handsome features were still visible.   In the distance was a small wooded area that he knew particularly well.  Phil, who co-managed the carnival with him, came over to talk to him.  “This is a nice place isn’t it?”
    “I’ve been here before…” said Dave, still looking to the wooded clearing, “years ago.”    
    He looked up at Phil.  “The first girl I ever asked to marry me came from here.”
    “Why don’t you track her down?” asked Phil. “She might still be here.”
    “Nah... I don’t think she’s here anymore,” Dave said sadly. “Besides, she married someone else.”
    “That’s a bit tough.”
    Dave stared out at the wooded area again. “Yeah well, I wasn’t suitable or their sort —according to her mother.  She told me that Megan—that’s her name—had made her choice and to leave well enough alone.  If I cared for her, I’d just leave.  The carnival left three days before her wedding, but I drove overnight to get back here on the day—you know, try and stop her—but when I got here and I saw her, it suddenly hit me that her mother was right, Megan would be happier without me, so I left.    But I often wonder if I’d stopped her…”  He looked back out to the field, “well, never mind eh, past history and all that.”
    Phil shook his head, “You’re a sad git really.”
    Dave laughed, “Maybe, but still better-looking than you.”  

    Phil walked away and joined some of the other carnival performers, a group of three women and two men, who were taking a break.  
    “What’s up with Dave?” asked one of the women.
    “He’s reminiscing.”
    “About what?” said one of the men.
    Phil looked over to Dave. “Seems as though he used to know someone who lived here once.  He almost married her.”
    “Poor Dave,” said the same woman, “he hasn’t had much luck with women, has he?”  She stubbed