Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (28) To Catch a Thief and Steal a Heart (Part 06)
Wendy turned away from him and he could tell the way her shoulders were moving that she was crying.
“Well come on then” he said “Get your shoes on, they’re waiting for you”
“What, now?” She said wiping her face on her sleeve and nearly falling in the stream then she threw her long arms around him in a big gawky hug.
“Thanks David” she said and then she sat down again and he handed her a hankie which she gave a double take at, not knowing whether to dry her eyes or her feet, so she did both in the end, eyes first.
As he walked her back into the village he filled her in with what odd bits of work he had found for her so far.
“But the rest is up to you” he said
“I won’t let you down David, I promise” she said and when they arrived outside the shop David added
“It’s only temporary while Mrs. Hemmings is ill but if you work hard, I’m sure they’ll use you again”
And on hearing those words she stood up straight and gave him a wonky smile.
“What if she doesn’t like me?” She said nervously and he wiped the last remnants of her tears away and took her into the shop.
“Sabr! This is Wendy” he said
“Hello Wendy” Sabr said
“Hi” she replied trembling
“Don’t look so worried” Sabr said “I won’t bite”
He was feeling very pleased with himself as he walked up to Leslie Maher’s front door.
“Am I too late for tea?” he asked when she opened the door
“No you’re fine, Gwen’s still here” Leslie said
He received the news with mixed feelings, he was pleased that he wasn’t too late but he was disappointed that he had to share her with Gwen Quinton-Smith, although he really liked Gwen.
And both of them were very interested to hear all the details of his morning.
It was Saturday morning, on the first Saturday of July and furthermore the Gods had delivered to the folk of Sharpington a very hot day, the hottest day of the year so far in fact.
Leslie was away in Spain with her useless husband and had been for almost 3 weeks but she was due back the next day and he was really looking forward to seeing her.
David had been a widower for 10 years and in love with Leslie Maher for 5 of those.
Unfortunately she was still married, so that was a no go area for him.
He didn’t believe in fishing in someone else’s pond no matter how attractive the body of water might be and how much he might be in love with it.
Even if Frank Maher didn’t live by the same code as he did and was complete bastard, who spent all his time either womanizing or drinking with his cronies.
Even if David were the type of man to go after another man’s wife Leslie was not the kind of woman who would let him.
So he had to watch and hope that she might finally kick him into touch.