Throughout the school years
When she was twenty she met the actor, suave and handsome
I married, of course. Twice. My first husband was Cedric Messenger. A gambler. He liked to bet on horses, football, the dogs, and the weather. He spent all our money and rarely won.
My second attempt at wedded bliss was better. Even
Whenever I worked overtime
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't jealous. On the contrary, I was pleased that
Panic swirled around my innards. I'm a stranger to excitement and unsolicited news terrifies me. I think it's with working so long at that dreary factory … there's never a happy face to be seen in there. Anyway, I pushed away my apprehension and waited to hear the news. I looked to
Manoeuvring his wheelchair to my seat by the fire,
Fingering the frayed edge of my apron pocket, I looked away and breathed deeply to quell the suspense.
'And I had the third,' announced
My voice croaked as I timorously asked what they'd won.
'A holiday ...'
'A hamper ...'
Roaring with laughter, they tried again.
'For Christmas,' said
I looked from one to the other, finding their news difficult to assimilate. It was
'It's yours,' she repeated.
Two months after our holiday, I totted up the expense sheet to see how much of the two thousand was left. I still felt indebted to
As I moved up the column a fourth time, I heard the front door slam. There was much tittering in the hall as
Clearing his throat,
'Don't tell me,' I countered, sarcastically. 'You were just kissing her goodnight.'
I closed my eyes, not wanting to know what Charlie and her were about.
'We want to live together.'
I stared at her. 'Repayment?'
'In kind. Your husband for all the gifts and loans and favours.'