Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (28) To Catch a Thief and Steal a Heart (Part 10)
After David walked her back up to the ballroom she slipped away to attend to her makeup and when she returned she led him to the dancefloor which they barely left for the next hour, they didn’t speak but Leslie clung to him like a limpet and they were so engrossed they failed to notice Dennis and Gwen were also on the dancefloor and oblivious to what was happening around them.
Just after midnight Leslie said
“Will you take me home?”
“Of course” he said
He told Dennis that they were heading off and he said that was fine so he walked Leslie outside and they got a taxi.
They didn’t speak on the journey home but Leslie held his hand from the moment the taxi door closed.
He paid the driver and walked her to her front door still holding her hand.
“I’m sorry your evening was spoiled” David said
“It wasn’t, thanks to you” she said and kissed his lips “Goodnight”
He didn’t see Leslie the next day or in fact for the next week, he knocked on her door a couple of times but he got no answer.
David was at a loss what to do, he didn’t want to be too pushy but he felt he had made a breakthrough at the Yacht Club but he decided he should remain patient.
The problem was that the time was hanging heavy as the weather had turned very wet and stormy so he didn’t take his normal walks down to the seafront so he was feeling a little stir crazy.
A couple of days later he was halfway through watching an old Ealing comedy on TV and decided to make a drink.
And as he stood at the kitchen sink filling the kettle he noticed Wendy Corney pottering about in the garden.
“Oh good, company” he said to himself and went to the back door and opened it.
“WENDY” he shouted and she immediately looked in my direction and waved.
“COME HERE” he called to her and accompanied it with a gesture so she stopped what she was doing and trotted up the path to the back door.
“Hi David” she said her rain soaked face smiling, and then she shivered.
“Come in out of the rain for a bit”
“Ok” she said, “have you got the kettle on?”
As they sat in the kitchen he said
“So how are you getting on?”
“Great” she said
“How’s your mum?”
“The same” she replied “But I’m working most of the time”
“And how’s that going?”
“Brilliant I work with Alison the most, and Sabr at the shop use’s me as and when in the shop and Miss Quinton-Smith has been giving me odd jobs as well”
“Gwen is a good woman” he said
“Talking about jobs, I bumped into Emma Goldup at the Dinner Dance last weekend and she asked if you were available”.
“Is she the blonde girl with the horse?” She asked
“Yes” he said “I don’t know what work she has in mind, it might well be shovelling muck”
“Oh I don’t mind what I do” Wendy said “I just like being useful”
“Good for you” he said