Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (37) Still Waters Run Deep (Part 05)
There was a very good reason why Gwen hadn’t seen or heard from Dennis and that was because he had been out of the country.
His oldest friend who he had known since police training school had suffered a severe stroke.
He and his wife and moved to Spain when they retired and it was in a hospital there that he spent the first two weeks and then he stayed on for the funeral.
During the month following her meeeting with Dennis, Gwen had put Wendy to work helping her sort out the junk that had accumulated in the 38 years she had lived in the house.
And they got on like a house on fire, Wendy was willing and hardworking and very good company and over the weeks she became like a daughter to her and by extension due to the age difference, a granddaughter.
Dennis’s first day back in Sharpington was a Saturday morning, 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.
And while Gwen and Wendy were sorting out one of the spare bedrooms Dennis was walking along the beach and when he looked up he saw his brother in law David standing on the Pier looking over the railings so he gave him a wave and he received a wave in return and then both men continued on their way.
When he left the beach he walked along the promenade for a while and looked at some of the attractions and finally decided to take a stroll along the seafront in the same direction he took with Gwen the month before.
After walking up to the point that they said goodbye he decided to go and have a pint at The Ancient Mariner across the road before he returned home.
As he walked through the beer garden he spotted his brother in law again sat alone, people watching, while enjoying a pint of Mornington Ale.
“Well bless me, I thought you were dead” he said
“You knew very well I’m not dead you saw me on the pier this morning Dennis”
“I know but you did look a bit pasty” he said
“Do you want another?”
“Yes I will, thanks”
Dennis went to the bar and was surprised by the amount of people he knew in there but alas Gwen wasn’t one of them and while he waited for his order he muttered
“I wish I’d got her number”
As they sat quietly enjoying their beer David asked.
“Are you going to the Yacht Club Dinner Dance?”
“I wasn’t planning on it” he replied “Are you?”
“Yes, you could come as my plus one” David suggestion
“Why don’t you take a lady instead?” Dennis asked
“The lady I would choose to take is going with someone else” David explained
“Don’t tell me you’re still carrying a torch for that neighbour of yours?” Dennis asked and David nodded
“I don’t blame you though she’s a lovely woman”
“That she is” David said wistfully
“Ok” he said “I’ll be your wingman”
“Thanks mate” he said
It was no hardship he liked to dance in fact he was an exceptional dancer and there was always the chance he might see Gwen there.