New Tangled Tango #20

Previously

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?”

Continued

“To be fair, he isn’t,” she explained, “He wanted to know my mobile number so that he could tell me himself. I’ve been swapping phones – so he doesn’t know my current number. He knew that Peter would, and he also knew that I might not be too happy to receive a call out of the blue from him. It turns out that he’s realised that he also needed to apologise to Peter, and he did so while they were talking. I get the feeling that he’s prepared, unconditionally, to eat humble pie in front of you too, Julian if that would be required. He knows that it’s too late for me and him ever to be reconciled, but he feels that he should do anything in his power to lessen any bitterness I feel about what happened.”

“Wow!” said Julian, “That’s quite a turnaround and I have to say that it must have taken some guts to admit all that. Respect to him. All right! He’s asked for your phone number, but passed on, however unintentionally, what he wants to say. What are you expected to do? Text Peter with permission to tell him your number? Ask Peter for Steve’s phone number? Telephone Steve yourself? You said something about him being prepared to confess in front of me. What’s that about do you think?”

“My understanding,” she explained, “is that the idea of him and me chatting together on the phone might cause you concern that he’s trying to win me back. I also get the feeling that he’d like to do it face-to-face: that a telephoned apology would be a coward’s way out. Now if I were to agree to a proper tête-à- tête, that might raise the stakes as far as you’re concerned, so he’d quite understand that your presence would be a reasonable prerequisite.”

“Yes,” he said, “I get that – but what do you want to do about it?”

“Julian,” she said, “whatever I do, I want it to be with your approval. My way of thinking is that, in the first place, I’ll phone him. He won’t have changed his number. I shouldn’t be surprised if he’s still got that brick-sized thing he had when I left him. He doesn’t like change, and he’d see moving to a new number as a major change. I digress. I’ll phone him and agree to the three of us having a weekend meeting in one of those new coffee places in the Precinct. What do you think?”

“Marjorie my love,” he said, “By all means phone him and agree to a meeting, but I’m not feeling so insecure in our relationship that I don’t trust you not to run back to him. Anyway, I feel a bit sorry for him. Be the bigger person but arrange the meeting for a Sunday Morning. If he isn’t prepared to miss one church service he can’t be as sorry as he claims.”

She laughed, “You’re wicked, but you’re right. A Sunday meeting it is.”

“Hmmm!” he added, “And don’t appear too keen to grant absolution. Arrange it for a few weeks’ time. You’ve had to wait more than ten years for an apology – he can’t complain if you make him wait two or three weeks to grovel.

“Cheers!” he said. They clinked glasses.

Featured Photo

We’re still at Julian’s house, where he and Marjorie live, so I’ve used the photo representing their home again to begin the post. To represent the situation, I’ve used a photograph of a dining table set for a simple meal – such as Marjorie and Julian might sit down to after a day’s work. The two are plotting how to make Steve sweat for forgiveness. For such a plot, I’ve taken the shot in black and white and chosen one of the wines that had a label – Casillero del Diablo. I believe that this may mean the Devil’s locker. Fitting for plotters.

EXIF data were:

Fujifilm X-T4 26 MP cropped sensor mirrorless camera with a Fujinon XF 10-24 f/4 ultra wide lens. Handheld 1/3 secs @ f/4 and 17 mm: +2ev and ISO 800.

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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