Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (09) Uniformity (Part 06) Sunday
Nerissa and Victoria stepped through the latter’s front door just after 6.30am and the first thing Nerissa did was to sit down in the lounge while Vic put the kettle.
Nez was sat snoring in the arm chair when Victoria walked into the lounge with a mug of coffee in each hand which she set down on the table and said loudly
And Nerissa woke with a start and said.
“Why did you do that? I was having a lovely dream”
“Yes Jon was just about to snog my face off” she said
“Unfortunately I think that ship has sailed” Vic retorted
“Oh don’t say that” Nez said “if they didn’t like us they wouldn’t have looked after us”
“They were just being nice” Vic pointed out
“Because they are nice” Nez remarked
“I know they’re nice, that’s why I’m so cross with myself” she replied
“We embarrassed ourselves Nez, and I don’t know if I could face him after that”
“I think you’re wrong, I don’t believe for a second they will think any less of us” Nerissa said very definitely and then she added “and now I’m going to take first dibs on the shower”
Nerissa was in the shower for an absolute age as she reran the conversation with Victoria in her head.
“I know I’m right” Nerissa said when she was stepping out of the cubicle.
“And I’m not going to give up”
By the time she finally arrived back downstairs Victoria was starving so she suggested to Nerissa that they have a cooked breakfast and she agreed.
They were both ravenously hungry so Victoria went the whole hog, egg, bacon, sausage, fried bread, mushrooms and tomatoes, and they polished off every last morsel and as soon as the last mouthful was consumed and the cutlery was laid noisily on the plates Nerissa said
“Right go and get showered and we can go to St Mary’s”
“I’m not in a mood to rush Nez” she said “you go ahead and I’ll see you there”
“Are you sure hon?” Nerissa asked as she stood by the front door
“Yes, I want to have a leisurely shower and not have to rush around” she replied “I’ll be about half an hour behind you”
“Alright then, I’ll see you soon hon” she said, kissed Vic on the cheek and left.
She drove straight to St Mary’s Church and pulled into the adjacent carpark.
Being a Shallowfield girl she knew a lot of the congregation and she recognized a lot of other faces from the wedding and the reception the day before.
But she also spotted a face in the crowd that she wasn’t expecting to see.
In the end seat on the third row from the back on the left hand side of the aisle was Jonathon Samuel.
“Hello Jon” she said
“Nerissa! Hi” he responded
“Is that seat next to you vacant?” she asked
“Yes” he replied and moved along to make room for her.
“Are you on your own?” she asked
“Yes, Jeff got called out to the yard by the police” he replied
“Some sort of break in” he said “And where’s Vic?”
“She was feeling a bit jaded this morning, but she’ll be a long before the end of the service” Nez replied
It was during Reverend Shenton’s sermon that Nerissa’s phone vibrated in her bag to alert her to the fact that she had a text.
She resisted the temptation to read it until a particularly dull part of the Vicars sermonizing when she discreetly opened the message.
“Hi Hon, change of plan, going up to the lake, see you later Vic xxx”
A moment later Jonathon felt the tell-tale hum in his pocket and when he checked he also had received a text which read.
“Going sailing, Jeff”
He returned his phone to his pocket and then turned to look at Nerissa, who had already turned to look at him.
“Do you want to go to lunch?” they asked simultaneously.