A New Tangled Tango #19


He explained his changed views about Christianity and how his mind had been opened to a realisation of how bad a husband and father he had been. He made clear that he wasn’t asking for forgiveness to salve his own conscience, but rather how he wished, by a proper apology, to bring some closure to Peter and his Mum or, at least, to help to heal any bitterness that might otherwise blight their future lives. He stated categorically that he was in no way trying to scrub out the past, to seek a clean slate or to win his Mum back from Julian.

Peter had been difficult to persuade, but a compromise was settled on – that Peter would speak to his Mum and see how she wanted to play it: whether she would allow Steve to ‘phone her and under what conditions, if at all.


Monday 11th April  Marjorie’s house

Peter had phoned Marjorie before she’d set out to drive from Croxton to St Philip’s primary school where she taught. He’d briefly summarised the telephone discussion he’d had with Steve the previous evening. She’d told Peter that she wasn’t going to decide what to do until she’d discussed it with Julian, her partner. Julian was a lecturer in Drama at the local College of Further Education and a leading light at the local Amateur Dramatic group. It was at that group that Marjorie had met him. They’d never married, but had been living together in Julian’s large, Victorian, three-storeyed, semi- detached house in Croxton since she’d left Steve. Peter was a frequent visitor – he went to see his Mum regularly.

Both Marjorie and Julian had returned from their respective workplaces and had finished their evening meal. Marjorie had asked Julian if they could sit down together once they’d completed the work-related tasks that they’d brought home, to talk about something that had come up that morning. She’d assured him that it was nothing for him to worry about.

Now they were sitting, comfortably settled in armchairs in the front Living Room. The curtains were drawn and there was a comforting glow from their gas fire. A standard lamp with a large floral lampshade, together with wall lights, provided soft light. They each had a glass of wine placed to hand on small tables.

“So,” Julian started, “What’s on your mind? It sounds both intriguing and mysterious.”

“Neither really love,” she replied, “Something and nothing, but before I decide what to do about it I want to make sure that you would be OK about it.”

“Fire away,” he invited her.

“Peter, my Peter,” she clarified, “phoned me this morning. It was about a call that he’d had from Steve yesterday.”

“OK,” Julian said, puzzled.

“It appears that the Blessed Steve has been having revisionist thoughts about his faith. I’ll say more about that in a moment, but the upshot of all this is that he’s asked Peter for my mobile number.” She looked at Julian to gauge his response.

His eyebrows had risen in surprise.

“Well, God bless his cotton socks. So, is he wanting a reconciliation after all these years, ‘Come back, all is forgiven’ kind of thing?”

She laughed, “No, but I gather that he does want to apologise. I understand that he’s not really expecting my forgiveness, but he feels that I’m due at least a fulsome apology for the way he virtually ignored me, while he was trotting off hither and thither praising his Lord to all and sundry.”

“Right,” said Julian, “he’s ‘beginning to see the light,’ but in this new state of grace he also wants you to draw a line under the past – to have closure. Is that it?”

“Basically, yes,” she confirmed, “if I’ve understood Peter correctly – and if he’s passed it on as it was meant.”

“But why is he expecting Peter to do his dirty work for him?”

Featured Photo

Today’s post begins with Marjorie, Steve’s ex-wife, returning home after her day teaching at St Philip’s Primary School – so my opening photo was of a primary school.

I’ve chosen to feature a photo of the kind of house that I describe for Marjorie and Julian – his large, Victorian, three-storeyed, semi- detached house in Croxton.

I took this shot a few weeks ago of a house that I thought looked right for the part. I used my Fujifilm X-T4 26 MP cropped sensor mirrorless camera with a 16-55 mm f/2.8 lens.

EXIF data were: 1/160 secs @ f/5.6 and 24 mm. The ISO was 160.

Author: writingandphotography0531

I am a retired local government officer. At that time, I was an IT manager and had associated responsibilities for training. I have previously been involved, in various organisations, with aspects of industrial training and management development. My hobby is photography and, until recently, hillwalking in Snowdonia. I have just written my first novel, Persephone and the Photographer, published as a Kindle eBook.

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