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Tales of the Mantequero

Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family. She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant (she was The Lovely Tanya), she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history, at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford. She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic. In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dogs and cat. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, knitting and attempting to do fiendishly difficult logic puzzles. In July 2018 she won the Author Show TOP FEMALE AUTHOR Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal/Science Fiction award. . . .In the south of Spain at the beginning of the twentieth century, village people still believed in this particular fabulous beast. Sometimes they called it a mantequero, and sometimes a sacamantecas; it was a monster which looked like a man, but which lived in wild places and fed on human manteca or fat . . . Some people still do . . . This book is a compilation of the three Mantequero stories: Mantequero, Disappeared and Sins of the Father; with the addition of two new stories: The First Mantequero and The Last Mantequero.

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Chapter 42

To be on the safe side, she showered and dressed before looking for Rupert. She didn't want to go to his room in her nightclothes - didn't want to do anything that might result in them being forbidden to see each other.

But she had been forestalled. Rupert's mum was already in the room, sitting in the chair by the bed. Rupert was, as far as she could tell, fast asleep.

"Is he all right?"she whispered. Heather's head jerked upright and Samantha realised she had been asleep herself.

"Yes, I think so,"she whispered back. "No tossing and turning anyway."

"Better than me then,"Samantha said, with a rueful smile.

Heather smiled back. "Yes, it was pretty grim, wasn't it? I just hope it's all over now."

Rupert shifted on the bed and opened his eyes. He frowned and looked about him for a moment, uncertain where he was, and then his gaze fixed on Samantha and his mum.

"How did you sleep?"Heather asked.

He smiled. "I slept just fine,"he said.

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