CHAPTER FIVE With morning came shame, guilt and remorse. Last night’s euphoria had evaporated in a puff. She was thankful for the mountain of the Sunday chores that she had to do. No doubt that curiously after ages she had slept the sleep of the dead. But morning brought with it a reality check. As soon as she had opened her eyes, although it was almost ten, the events of last night had run through her mind like a film. She couldn’t even put the blame at his door any longer. If he was playing hot and cold, what was she doing? What must he think