Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (37) Still Waters Run Deep (Part 03)
Gwen had really enjoyed their converse on the Pier but unfortunately Gwen had to leave for her next meeting.
It was only a short meeting but it was an important one but during it she found her mind wandering to the lean upright figure of the friendly and jovial ex police Inspector Dennis Simmons.
The meeting lasted about 35 minutes and when she emerged into the bright June sunshine she squinted and she was quite thoughtful and the thing that she was thinking about was primarily being referred to as a frump.
She would have to admit that she wasn’t trendy but she was stylish and she would rather be considered frumpy than be seen as mutton dressed as lamb.
She was a rather plain and middle-aged woman, the wrong side of 60, and she did generally choose to dress in the twin set and tweed style, with sensible shoes, but only because they were practical.
On that day in June she was wearing a lighter weight fabric dress and as she was quite small and slim she wore clothes well.
She was concerned however that someone had referred to her behind her back as a frump and it reminded her of a time she overheard a rival of hers for the Chair of a particular committee describe her as a prudish old spinster and then she and her friend laughed.
She was surprised that the laughter still hurt her after more than ten years.
Then with her eyes still becoming accustomed to the sunlight, she was making her way along the promenade when she was almost knocked off her feet by a figure in the glare.
“I’m so sorry” she said
“Oh that’s ok, I wasn’t watching where I was going” the man said and then added
“Oh hello again” Dennis said
“Oh hello” she said pleasantly surprised, she estimated he was a couple of years older than she was, and well turned out, a bit of a dandy in fact and she liked that.
“So are you all done?” he asked “Meeting wise”
“Perhaps we could go for a coffee then” he suggested
“That would be nice, but I’m expected at my friend’s” she said with real regret and added
“Another time though”
“I will hold you to that” Dennis said “In the meantime would you mind if I walked with you part of the way”
“Not at all” she said affably “That would be nice”
So they walked together congenially and chatted, generally about Sharpington and how much they loved it, for about 20 minutes until Dennis stopped.
“Well this is me I’m afraid” he said and pointed “My next appointment is that way”
“Oh what a shame” she said “Thank you for your company”
“It was a pleasure to accompany you and it was a pleasure meeting you” he said and kissed her hand
“How gallant” she thought
“I look forward to that coffee date you promised” he said and darted across the road.
“What a lovely man” she thought as she watched him disappear round the corner of an art deco edifice.
Not that she held any romantic notions of him, that ship had sailed long ago for her, but she did have a coffee date.
And the word “Date” caused her to blush and she was still blushing when she walked into Hemmings General Store.