New Tangled Tango #50

Previously

“Okay,” Peter assured him, “I’ll say nothing – give you a head start.”

They parted on good terms.

Continued

Wednesday 27th April  Barbara’s House

Cathy had gone to Barbara’s house in her lunch break. She’d ‘phoned her earlier to let Barbara know that she’d be coming.

“Hi, Mum,” she said as Cathy walked through the front door, “I take it that you’ve come to apologise.”

“Hi, Mum,” Cathy mimicked, “Thank you for coming,” she riposted. “No, I haven’t come to apologise. I’ve come to wish Emily Happy Birthday, but also to let you hear an explanation of what happened last Sunday. May I see Emily before we talk?”

“Sorry,” Barbara said, “Of course.”

Every available space in the room had birthday cards standing and wishing the infant happiness and health for the years to come. Emily slept blissfully unaware of the significance of the day or the cards and gifts. The floor was nearly overflowing with toys and equipment given or sent as gifts. Barbara was a popular nurse and, even on maternity leave, her daughter’s birthday warranted expressions of that love from colleagues. Cathy had already given her gift to Barbara some days ago, ready for the big day.

“I’ll give this to you now,” she said, “and my promised explanation over a cup of tea. Is the kettle on?”

Barbara took the envelope out with her and went to prepare the cups of tea. She had made sandwiches ready for her Mum’s visit.

They both sat in the kitchen having their lunches.

Barbara asked, “Do I open this now, or later?”

“Perhaps later would be better. The explanation won’t take long.”

Cathy continued and had much the same chat with her daughter as Steve had had with Peter the previous night. The only difference was that, unlike Steve’s situation, the ‘Elephant in the Room’ was Paul, Barbara’s brother.

“Shall I tell him or will you?” asked Barbara.

“I’ll tell him,” Cathy said, “ You must admit, there isn’t that much to tell. The only probable hissy fit will be when he knows that it’s Steve that I love.”

“Love?” asked Barbara, “That’s a big word for something less than a week old isn’t it?”

“Barbara,” If you had come to me a few years ago and told me a similar tale about you and David after four days of knowing each other, you’re right. I’d have poo-pooed the idea. But as soon as I see Steve now, my heart beats faster and louder, I feel giddy with joy. When he holds me as we dance, I never want to stop. I admit, I’m besotted. It’s crazy. I know that he feels that way too. We know that we have to slow things down – but we do so reluctantly because it feels so good, so right.”

“Okay, Mum,” Barbara said,” Don’t wet yourself. So, what’s in this mysterious envelope?”

“There’s nothing mysterious,” Cathy said, “Open it.”

Inside was the card from Steve.

“He gave it to me last night at the dance. I assume that he remembered you telling him last Sunday that it would be Emily’s birthday today. He said that he would have added a gift, but he didn’t want you to think that he was trying to buy your approval.”

Barbara thought about that for a moment.

“Okay,” she admitted that was thoughtful of him. I might well have suspected that of him in the circumstances.”

Soon, Cathy had to leave to get back to work, but she and Barbara parted on good terms.

Another house photo – today to represent the house of Barbara – Cathy’s daughter, where more soothing of injured feelings takes place.

As my featured photo, I’ve used a cheeky shot that I took with my smartphone in a supermarket of children’s birthday cards – to fit in with the card that Cathy brought from Steve to Emily.

EXIF data were: 1/50 secs @ f/2.4 and 6 mm. The ISO was 100.

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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