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My train arrived at my stop and I hurried up the steps and along the streets. It was quiet in this part of town, even though we were very central. The old Victorian style street lights lit the way ahead with sporadic puddles of light. The green was deserted but I habitually looked over to Harry’s house as I walked down the opposite side. The downstairs light was still on, but then he was always a night owl. I ran up the steps to my front door and then up the stairs to my top floor flat, whipping out the letter as I closed the door behind me.
I stared at the letter in my hand. I wanted to open it and devour the words inside that Jack had written eight months before. But I was scared as well. I started pacing the lounge. Suddenly I didn’t want to do this alone. I grabbed the phone and dialled Harry’s number. It was late but he was still clearly awake.
It rang several times before he answered. He sounded croaky.
‘Hey.’
‘Hi, are you busy?’
He paused for a moment before he spoke. ‘Are you ok?’
I was silent. It was pathetic really, needing Harry to hold my hand as I read the message from beyond the grave. But I knew that opening this letter would unleash a whole heap of emotions, and I didn’t want to be alone when that happened. But Harry had been there for me so many times over the last few months – at the funeral and afterwards – just holding me when I would suddenly burst into tears, and the lovely day out he took me on the day before just to cheer me up. I was suddenly hesitant about asking him again.
Though my silence spoke volumes.
‘I’ll be round in two minutes.’
I tried to protest but it was quite clear Harry was no longer there.
There was a muffled noise and Harry obviously hadn’t realised he hadn’t hung up properly.
‘Don’t look at me like that. I know you were warm and cosy but Suzie needs me,’ Harry said to someone, probably Sexy Samantha. I winced.
I didn’t know if she said something to him or was just giving him the evil eye but Harry carried on talking, clearly as he was getting dressed.
‘I know, I know! I’m sorry. You know you’re the most important woman in my life, heck the world. I know I need to get my priorities sorted, but Suzie is pretty damned important too.’
I smiled, hugely flattered, although that wasn’t going to go down well with Sexy Samantha.
‘Look, just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back real soon.’
I heard him give her a quick kiss, then another muffled noise as he no doubt picked up his phone.
I heard his footsteps run down the stairs and his front door slam and the phone went dead.
Crap. The last thing I wanted was to come between him and his girlfriends. He would be pissed off when he got over here to find the only thing that he had left his hot girlfriend for was a stupid little letter.
I heard the key in the lock and then his footsteps as he ran up the stairs towards me. Crap, crap, crap.
He appeared in the lounge, took in my worried face and in a second was across the room and holding me in his arms.
‘Oh Harry, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have called,’ my voice was muffled as my face was pressed into his wonderful hard chest.
‘Yes you should. You always should.’
‘I didn’t realise I was interrupting a night of passion.’
He pulled back a bit to look at me in confusion.
‘I heard you on the phone, talking to Samantha.’
He laughed. ‘I was talking to Jemima.’
For a second I wondered if he had moved on already from Samantha to a new woman – it wouldn’t be the first time – then I remembered his beloved cat.
‘I was asleep, she was lying on my chest. She wasn’t impressed about being moved.’
I laughed. ‘Well, please send her my sincerest apologies. And I’m sorry to you too, I didn’t mean to wake you.’
‘Oh, don’t worry about it.’ He shrugged.
‘It’s nothing though, nothing serious.’
He was going to hate me.
‘It’s obviously something or you
My train arrived at my stop and I hurried up the steps and along the streets. It was quiet in this part of town, even though we were very central. The old Victorian style street lights lit the way ahead with sporadic puddles of light. The green was deserted but I habitually looked over to Harry’s house as I walked down the opposite side. The downstairs light was still on, but then he was always a night owl. I ran up the steps to my front door and then up the stairs to my top floor flat, whipping out the letter as I closed the door behind me.
I stared at the letter in my hand. I wanted to open it and devour the words inside that Jack had written eight months before. But I was scared as well. I started pacing the lounge. Suddenly I didn’t want to do this alone. I grabbed the phone and dialled Harry’s number. It was late but he was still clearly awake.
It rang several times before he answered. He sounded croaky.
‘Hey.’
‘Hi, are you busy?’
He paused for a moment before he spoke. ‘Are you ok?’
I was silent. It was pathetic really, needing Harry to hold my hand as I read the message from beyond the grave. But I knew that opening this letter would unleash a whole heap of emotions, and I didn’t want to be alone when that happened. But Harry had been there for me so many times over the last few months – at the funeral and afterwards – just holding me when I would suddenly burst into tears, and the lovely day out he took me on the day before just to cheer me up. I was suddenly hesitant about asking him again.
Though my silence spoke volumes.
‘I’ll be round in two minutes.’
I tried to protest but it was quite clear Harry was no longer there.
There was a muffled noise and Harry obviously hadn’t realised he hadn’t hung up properly.
‘Don’t look at me like that. I know you were warm and cosy but Suzie needs me,’ Harry said to someone, probably Sexy Samantha. I winced.
I didn’t know if she said something to him or was just giving him the evil eye but Harry carried on talking, clearly as he was getting dressed.
‘I know, I know! I’m sorry. You know you’re the most important woman in my life, heck the world. I know I need to get my priorities sorted, but Suzie is pretty damned important too.’
I smiled, hugely flattered, although that wasn’t going to go down well with Sexy Samantha.
‘Look, just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back real soon.’
I heard him give her a quick kiss, then another muffled noise as he no doubt picked up his phone.
I heard his footsteps run down the stairs and his front door slam and the phone went dead.
Crap. The last thing I wanted was to come between him and his girlfriends. He would be pissed off when he got over here to find the only thing that he had left his hot girlfriend for was a stupid little letter.
I heard the key in the lock and then his footsteps as he ran up the stairs towards me. Crap, crap, crap.
He appeared in the lounge, took in my worried face and in a second was across the room and holding me in his arms.
‘Oh Harry, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have called,’ my voice was muffled as my face was pressed into his wonderful hard chest.
‘Yes you should. You always should.’
‘I didn’t realise I was interrupting a night of passion.’
He pulled back a bit to look at me in confusion.
‘I heard you on the phone, talking to Samantha.’
He laughed. ‘I was talking to Jemima.’
For a second I wondered if he had moved on already from Samantha to a new woman – it wouldn’t be the first time – then I remembered his beloved cat.
‘I was asleep, she was lying on my chest. She wasn’t impressed about being moved.’
I laughed. ‘Well, please send her my sincerest apologies. And I’m sorry to you too, I didn’t mean to wake you.’
‘Oh, don’t worry about it.’ He shrugged.
‘It’s nothing though, nothing serious.’
He was going to hate me.
‘It’s obviously something or you
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