26.5.2009

AFTER EIGHT?

 

 

    AFTER EIGHT?

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    The evening came round fast and as a treat all were allowed to have pizza's. After the washing up was completed all were settled into the comfy chairs. Bernard was sat in one of the chairs, or was it on the sofa? One just can't tell with a man of his size. Sharon was fiddling around hanging and then re-hanging pictures or re-arranging the ornaments, the last possessions of a past that had been in storage for a month or so. Each piece hung or placed came out with its own special memory of her parents. To wipe away the small pain in her heart she turned round to her husband who was playing cards with Clive and said; "I think I should pop round and tell Gordon the good news and then go onto to Auntie's to tell her. Do you want to come along?"

    Ben gave her a look, "Ah, no thanks, my body couldn't cope with another alcohol assault."

    Clive looked up, "not for me either, I prefer whisky to wine."

    Her offer wasn't extended to Clive, still what did it matter they weren't going. "Fine, you two stay here. I'll be back by ten." She had softened the last part of that sentence so as to make it sound like a request rather then a statement. After all she knew all too well that she had a habit of being bossy.

    Ben looked at her feeling a little sad that she wanted to go out. But now they had virtually adopted a family maybe a little time to one's self driving around was what she wanted, not him jabbering on about old times or something. Still they had shared a rare afternoon together shopping at Covent Garden. They had to make the most of that for he knew there would be few opportunities when his wife's dream of a coffee shop or restaurant or whatever became a reality. "That?s okay, you go, I'll stay and watch the children." he gave her a broad innocent smile.

    She reciprocated by adding?s a kiss to her husband forehead. Collecting the car keys she left.

    As soon as the door closed all went quiet apart from the loud snoring coming from Bernard who looked like a beached whale lying on that sofa. Ben looked at Clive to find that he was looking straight back at him, "Fancy a drink down the pub?"

    Clive smiled, "You bet buddy!"

    "Best hurry! We've only got a couple of hours serious drinking time."