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to give up her beloved job and make a drastic decision to travel to the country furthest away? 
    She was still pondering the thought as Bill pulled into their flats.

Chapter Eight
     
    Dan lit another cigarette and putting it to his mouth, drew in deeply on the nicotine. Day six and Felicity still hadn’t been in contact. He hadn’t expected her to come running, especially given the fact that she’d been aware of Stacey and him together just before she’d passed out. But a thank-you text for his support accompanying her to the hospital would have been nice. It’s just a shame Stacey had insisted on also joining them. For all of her quietness, Glenda wasn’t a push-over. Once she’d arrived, he’d seen the way she’d looked at Stacey’s actions towards him and he was certain she’d put two and two together.
    There was no point trying to convince Fee that Stacey was someone he’d just met. Anyway, her friend Sylvia would undoubtedly feed it back that he’d been with Stacey for over two years. He hadn’t bargained on his girlfriend sharing their life story with Sylvia whilst he went and got coffees for them all in the hospital waiting area. The damage had been well and truly done.
    “Baby, are you working this afternoon?” Stacey called out from the upstairs bedroom.
    Dan closed his eyes to her whiney voice. A week, that’s all he’d been back for and already he was regretting it.
    “Nope” he replied, taking another long drag on his cigarette. 
    His attention flitted to the muted television.   That smug morning presenter that he really disliked was interviewing some leggy blonde. The man was an out and out idiot; but the women seemed to love him.
    Stacey walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her head.
    “I was thinking we could go to the tile shop later. That bathroom could do with a makeover” she said wrinkling her nose.
    Dan nodded slightly, desperate not to engage too much in talk of house renovation. The last thing he wanted to have to do was decorate on his day off. Let alone be the one to pay for it.
    “Oh yes, I meant to tell you” Stacey said excitedly waving her hand towards the television.
    “What?”
    “ You’ll never guess who’s boyfriend that is” she said pointing at the presenter, who was now carefully massaging lotion into a woman’s arm.
    “Whose?” Dan asked distractedly, watching in fascination as the presenter began to apply the moisturiser to his own face. This man was unbelievable. How did the women not see through him? He was a cock.
    “ Sylvia’s, that friend of your client Fee. She told me that night at the hospital.” 
    Dan looked up at the mention of Fee’s name. Yet he was surprised by Stacey’s comment. Sylvia had come across to him as a strong woman up for a laugh. He certainly wouldn’t have put her with a man like Phillip Moore.
    “ By the way, did you hear anything about her? Is she ok now?”
    “ Who? Sylvia?” Dan asked confused.
    “No, I meant Fee.” Stacey said rolling her eyes. 
    Dan took another drag on his cigarette, biding his time.  
    “ How do you expect me to know? She’s just someone’s garden I tend to. I suppose I’ll find out when she gets in touch with me to cut her grass” he replied flippantly. 
    “ Well maybe you should text her or we could send her some flowers. You men are useless at knowing what to do in difficult situations. That poor woman could be in a permanent coma. Anyway it’s good to keep her on your side, you don’t want to be losing clients, do you.”
    Dan looked up in fury. He was sick of Stacey’s stupid comments and interfering behaviour.  
    “ Or how about you mind your own business and let me treat my clients how I see fit. Haven’t you got cleaning or something to be getting on with” he said nastily.
    Stacey looked at him quizzically, her eyes brimming with tears. She couldn’t seem to do anything right lately. She was beginning to wonder why Dan hated her so much.
    If only she