Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (37) Still Waters Run Deep (Part 06)
The Yacht Club Dinner Dance was on the 18th of July and as Dennis
dried, perfumed and powdered himself before he changed into his dinner suit, complete with cummerbund and bow tie, he was feeling rather nervous as he stood before his reflection and tied his tie for the fourth time and wished he worn a clip on.
“She probably won’t be there anyway” He said to himself “and you’re a confirmed bachelor for God’s sake”.
David arrived in a taxi to pick him up and they made it to the Yacht Club with minutes to spare.
The ante room was jammed with an array of stunningly turned out women but he couldn’t see Gwen anywhere.
However while he and David stood on the periphery of the throng Gwen Quinton-Smith appeared looking anything but plain and frumpy and was in fact looking very presentable indeed in a rather elegant retro fashion way.
Her heart skipped a beat when she first saw Dennis’s dapper upright figure walk in with David she didn’t know they knew each other.
“Hello David” She said warmly “thank you so much for finding Wendy for me, she’s been an absolute Godsend”
“I’m glad she’s been useful” he said and then he noticed she was no longer making eye contact with him but was looking at Dennis instead.
“Gwen, this is my brother in law Dennis” he said
“Hello Dennis” Gwen said
Just then a waitress arrived with a tray of drinks, Dennis took one and handed it to Gwen and then took one for himself and David grabbed a glass just in time before the waitress snatched the tray away.
And as she left Leslie joined them, looking very shapely and David’s heart skipped a beat.
“What are you lot talking about?” she said
“Gwen was just telling me what a little gem Wendy Corney is weren’t you Gwen” he said but she and Dennis appeared to be oblivious to their presence and then the waitress stepped through the crowd to offer Leslie a drink
Gwen and Dennis suddenly became aware they were not alone and then the small talk ebbed and flowed before they wandered over to the seating plan to find out who their dining companions were.
“Great we’re on the same table” David said
“Really?” Leslie said “how funny, who else have we got?”
They studied the plan for a few minutes and then David said
“Well that’s probably the best table in the room”
“I agree” Leslie said proudly
“So who do you think we need to thank?” he asked her
“Gwen obviously” Leslie scoffed “She always does the tables”
Then she stuck her arm through his and said
“You may escort me to my table peasant”
“Yes’m” he said tugging his forelock
David and Leslie were right about it being the best table in the room, they had a good mix and there was a lot of jovial banter although for the most part Dennis and Gwen were happy with only each other’s company and didn’t pick up on the tension between Leslie and her husband Frank.
Frank made no secret of the fact that he was totally bored with the whole affair and Leslie made no secret of that fact that she was displeased with him.
When the dancing started Dennis and Gwen headed straight for the dancefloor so they didn’t notice Frank Maher deserting his wife to go and drink with his mates at the bar.
Nor did they witness Leslie storming out muttering “Intolerable, completely intolerable”
They were also oblivious to David following hot on her heels.