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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 36

" Auntie Alison was Auntie June's friend and when she couldn't find out anything, she and Auntie Heather, who was also her friend, decided to go to Spain to look for her. Well when they came back a couple of weeks later Auntie Heather had gone really thin and both of them were in a dreadful state."

Rupert and Samantha exchanged a worried glance.

"It turned out that Auntie June had fallen in love with someone called the Mantequero and he had killed her." She paused for a moment. "Although Auntie Alison said he hadn't meant to kill her. He'd just loved her to death. Later she took me to Spain to see Auntie June's grave. We left a photograph of her and a vase for flowers."

"He killed her!"Samantha had gone pale.

"He didn't mean to."

Patsy took another drink of her gin and tonic. The glass was almost empty. Rupert's coke and Samantha's tea remained on the tray, untouched. The tea had developed a thin film on the surface.