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of different languages? What countries do these newspapers come from?"
Thaddeus found her disbelief and wonderment a little amusing. "Yes, I can speak many different languages. The papers I have delivered are mainly European, but I also have papers from America, Australia, Japan, China, and a few more besides."
Winnie sat up in her seat, eyes wide with interest. "You can speak and read in Japanese?"
“Yes,” he smiled.
"I don't believe it!”
"Winnie, would I lie to you?” and his eyes twinkled.
“Go on then, prove it. Say something in Japanese,” she egged him on.
He laughed a little again and met her gaze. "You embarrass me, Winnie; not now, maybe another time. Let us master the English language first, and then I will teach you another."
Winnie frowned, but she didn't want to press the issue. She would have loved to have heard him say just a few words in another language, to hear his soft voice in another tongue. Then looking at him, she said, “So what’s wrong with my English?”
“Nothing,” he said. “But I remember yo u telling me while you ate pasta the other night, that your reading and writing wasn’t great.”
“I was hardly at school,” she said, trying to excuse herself .
“No matter,” Thaddeus said. “That was in the past. This is a new beginning. I have plenty of books. I’m sure I’ll be able to find one that you’ll enjoy reading.” Then, changing the subject, he said, "When the papers come, just take them in for me and leave them in the hallway. Could you also give the place a bit of a clean? I haven't touched it in over a week."
Winnie nodded and said, "Sure.”
“As for shopping, buy meats: pork, lamb, steak, and liver. Get some fresh vegetables, bread, milk, fruit, and whatever else you fancy."
"But what do you want me to cook?"
"Nothing,” he said with a shake of his head. “I'm going to teach you to cook, remember? When I wake tomorrow evening, we shall cook together. You just get the food."
Winnie finished her coffee, and now just wanting to get some sleep, she said, "Okay, anything else?"
"Yes, the clothes in your bedroom – treat them as your own. Wear whatever you want, when you want. They used to be my wife’s."
"Oh, I couldn't. I wouldn't feel...." Winnie started to protest.
"She wouldn't have minded. I know she would have wanted you to have them."
"But...” Winnie started up again.
Before she had the chance to finish what it was she had wanted to say, Thaddeus got up from his seat and said, "She really wouldn't have minded."
He crossed to the kitchen door, paused, and turned to face her, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Winnie, your company has been enchanting. I shall see you tomorrow.”
He turned to go through the door as Winnie called after him, "What was her name?"
Thaddeus stopped in midstride. He paused for what seemed an eternity, and then turned to face her.
" Frances ," he said, looking down at the floor.
"What did she look like?" Winnie dared to ask, remembering how he had avoided the subject earlier that evening.
Slowly, Thaddeus raised his head and fixed her sleepy eyes with his own cool, dark stare, then answered her question. "Strangely enough, Frances looked a lot like you,” he said.
He turned on his heels and left the kitchen for his room high above, where, as far as Winnie knew, he stayed until the following evening.
Chapter Eleven
“You are truly beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, using one hand to unzip her dress.
“I bet you always say that,” the girl giggled at the touch of his breath against her neck.
He made no reply as he slowly pulled the dress down over her shoulders, releasing her ample breasts. Swaying slightly, she helped him pull her dress and panties down over her hips and thighs, where they made a whispering sound against her flesh. He guided her away from the discarded clothing, and looked at her in the moonlight; it seemed to slice her living room in two.
“So beautiful,” he said,
Thaddeus found her disbelief and wonderment a little amusing. "Yes, I can speak many different languages. The papers I have delivered are mainly European, but I also have papers from America, Australia, Japan, China, and a few more besides."
Winnie sat up in her seat, eyes wide with interest. "You can speak and read in Japanese?"
“Yes,” he smiled.
"I don't believe it!”
"Winnie, would I lie to you?” and his eyes twinkled.
“Go on then, prove it. Say something in Japanese,” she egged him on.
He laughed a little again and met her gaze. "You embarrass me, Winnie; not now, maybe another time. Let us master the English language first, and then I will teach you another."
Winnie frowned, but she didn't want to press the issue. She would have loved to have heard him say just a few words in another language, to hear his soft voice in another tongue. Then looking at him, she said, “So what’s wrong with my English?”
“Nothing,” he said. “But I remember yo u telling me while you ate pasta the other night, that your reading and writing wasn’t great.”
“I was hardly at school,” she said, trying to excuse herself .
“No matter,” Thaddeus said. “That was in the past. This is a new beginning. I have plenty of books. I’m sure I’ll be able to find one that you’ll enjoy reading.” Then, changing the subject, he said, "When the papers come, just take them in for me and leave them in the hallway. Could you also give the place a bit of a clean? I haven't touched it in over a week."
Winnie nodded and said, "Sure.”
“As for shopping, buy meats: pork, lamb, steak, and liver. Get some fresh vegetables, bread, milk, fruit, and whatever else you fancy."
"But what do you want me to cook?"
"Nothing,” he said with a shake of his head. “I'm going to teach you to cook, remember? When I wake tomorrow evening, we shall cook together. You just get the food."
Winnie finished her coffee, and now just wanting to get some sleep, she said, "Okay, anything else?"
"Yes, the clothes in your bedroom – treat them as your own. Wear whatever you want, when you want. They used to be my wife’s."
"Oh, I couldn't. I wouldn't feel...." Winnie started to protest.
"She wouldn't have minded. I know she would have wanted you to have them."
"But...” Winnie started up again.
Before she had the chance to finish what it was she had wanted to say, Thaddeus got up from his seat and said, "She really wouldn't have minded."
He crossed to the kitchen door, paused, and turned to face her, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Winnie, your company has been enchanting. I shall see you tomorrow.”
He turned to go through the door as Winnie called after him, "What was her name?"
Thaddeus stopped in midstride. He paused for what seemed an eternity, and then turned to face her.
" Frances ," he said, looking down at the floor.
"What did she look like?" Winnie dared to ask, remembering how he had avoided the subject earlier that evening.
Slowly, Thaddeus raised his head and fixed her sleepy eyes with his own cool, dark stare, then answered her question. "Strangely enough, Frances looked a lot like you,” he said.
He turned on his heels and left the kitchen for his room high above, where, as far as Winnie knew, he stayed until the following evening.
Chapter Eleven
“You are truly beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, using one hand to unzip her dress.
“I bet you always say that,” the girl giggled at the touch of his breath against her neck.
He made no reply as he slowly pulled the dress down over her shoulders, releasing her ample breasts. Swaying slightly, she helped him pull her dress and panties down over her hips and thighs, where they made a whispering sound against her flesh. He guided her away from the discarded clothing, and looked at her in the moonlight; it seemed to slice her living room in two.
“So beautiful,” he said,
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