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We stood, holding hands, silent, until Jemima took a deep breath. “Well, now we have that settled, I could do with a drink!” she grinned, her eyes sparkling in the half light. The Sun had dropped behind the houses and the light coming through the window above the front door was gradually darkening. “Oh! I’m sorry, I don’t drink and there is none in the house. My father, he…” She laughed loudly and maybe more than the statement warranted but the tension was broken now. “Silly! I meant tea or coffee!” she giggled. “Oh…” I blushed with embarrassment, then gasped, putting my hand to my mouth. “OH! I just thought! I have been away so long there will be no milk or even any fresh food!” “Hmm, yes, good point,” she frowned and pursed her lips as she pondered a solution. “Ah! Right! Got it!” “You have?” I raised both my eyebrows, waiting for her to explain what it was she had. “Yes, I have. Now then, no argument, we are going out for dinner!” “Oh, but…” Before I could utter another word I found her lips planted firmly against mine, preventing any further protest and the words, along with my resolve, melted away. “Right then, show me where I can stay and then get changed. As beautiful as you are in that uniform, it is not really the thing to wear to dinner.” I looked up the stairs to the landing at the top. I had only two bedrooms, my own and my mothers and no-one had been in hers since the day she was killed. “You can have my bed,” I ventured, “I will sleep in my mum’s bed.” For a moment her face became serious. “When we were in hospital, you told me about your family,” she said. “If it is too difficult I don’t mind sleeping on the floor… just for tonight of course!” she finished with a grin but leaving me in no doubt that she didn’t really want to. “No,” I said. “No, you are right. This is a new life. Tonight, I will sleep in my mum’s bed and tomorrow? Well, tomorrow is another day.” “That’s the spirit,” she replied cheerfully, “Now, come on, lets get you ready for dinner!” I put on a happy smile for her but inside, my heart was still heavy. The house was preying on my mind and I hoped I would be able to sleep tonight. Jemima followed me up the stairs and I took her bahis siteleri straight to my room. I felt nervous of her seeing it. I knew she was used to expensive things and my humble room must have seemed like a slum to her. It was a nice room, not too small with a big window, overlooking the now rather overgrown garden, in one wall and facing it, on the opposite side, was my bed, just as I had left it a lifetime ago. It was a very comfortable, single bed with an iron frame and dark wood head and foot boards. It was neatly made up, just as I had left it, with a crisp white sheet, folded neatly at the corners along with a dark woolen blanket and topped with a thin Eiderdown. Beside the bed I had a small table upon which stood an electric alarm clock with lamp attached, made from Bakelite resembling green onyx and a small framed picture of my mum and alongside the door my large, dark brown wardrobe stood against the wall. Under the window but to one side, so the mirror did not block the light, was my dressing table. The same plain, dark brown timber as my other furniture, made up of three drawers either side of a space where my stool was neatly placed and a tall mirror standing on top of it at the rear. I had a silver plate hair brush and hand mirror arranged neatly on a white cotton doily on one side of the mirror and a small, pretty porcelain dish on a matching doily which contained what little jewelery I possessed. I had always liked this room, it was my room, my own space, where I felt safe but now, as I looked around, it seemed different. Drab and dark, like the rest of this empty house. A haven from a perceived danger that no longer existed. I turned to Jemima. “I’m sorry,” I told her apologetically. “It is not much, not what you are used to…” I had seen her looking as though appraising its sparsity. “You really don’t know me at all do you,” a statement rather than a question. “I am rich. I have more money than you can imagine but it means nothing.” I opened my mouth to protest but she continued. “When we crashed, all the money in the world could not have saved me but you did! You may not be wealthy in money or possessions but you have something that I had misplaced long canlı bahis siteleri ago. You are rich in compassion, you care and after all you have been through you still care about what I think! I live in a big house in Maida Vale. My bed is huge and hand made. I have a dressing room for my clothes but would that make you any happier? No, I can assure you it would not, Karen. You have a nice, comfortable home here and it is me who should be envious of you, not vice versa.” I stared at her in silence and felt a little as though she were chastising me but I knew she wasn’t, I could see in her face that she meant every word. I took her hand and pulled her to me. Now it was my turn and I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her like I had never kissed anyone before!At that moment I knew what love really meant. She put her arms around me and responded in similar fashion, our tongues exploring each others mouths. Eventually we parted, gasping for breath. “I missed you so much, Karen,” she gasped, “I knew, from the moment you touched me when I was caught up in the restroom that you were different. That first contact was like a slap. I didn’t understand it then but I do now.” “I felt it too,” I breathed, “I didn’t understand it either but now it all makes sense. These feelings are nothing I have ever experienced and, Lord knows, I have been searching long and hard!” We gazed silently at one another for a time, no further words needed, until: “Do you mind if we don’t go out? I am not really up to it yet.” She smiled, never breaking eye contact as she replied. “No, Karen, I don’t mind at all but what shall we eat? We cannot survive on love alone.” “Well, there is a fish shop just around the corner. You did say that wealth was not important…” “Hmm, well, I have never tried fish and chips but I saw it a couple of days ago when I went to the ‘Marquis’ and I have to admit, the aroma was, erm, interesting.” “Good,” I exclaimed, “And what’s more, I am paying!” “Oh my gosh!” Jemima feigned shock, “I would never have believed it possible before…” “What?” I asked, startled and not a little concerned. “I do believe I am falling genuinely in love with you!” I hugged her tightly. canlı bahis I could not respond with the reply she wanted to hear but, deep inside, I felt that maybe, just maybe, she could be right. “I will just change these clothes before I go something a little more comfortable and I don’t want to get my uniform greasy.” Jemima didn’t speak as I went to my wardrobe and took out a knee length cotton skirt and laid it on the bed and a pair of wedged sandals from the bottom. “They should do for now,” I said, partly to myself as I untied the scarf from my neck and placed it neatly in one of the drawers of my dressing table. I removed the pins from my hat and placed it carefully on the shelf at the top of the wardrobe and then took out the long pin which held my bun in place and allowed my hair to fall down across my shoulders, shaking my head as I did so. I heard a sharp gasp of breath from behind me and I turned round to face Jemima, wondering what was wrong. “Jemima?” I queried. “It’s nothing,” she replied, “It’s just that…” The words trailed away. “What?” I persisted. “Oh, nothing really,” she insisted with a mysterious smile. I raised an eyebrow and turned back towards the wardrobe and reached behind me to undo the button of my skirt and lower the zip. Once released I slipped the skirt carefully down and, without letting it fall, stepped out of it and folded it neatly in half to lay it on the stool whilst I selected a hanger with spring-grips to keep it from crumpling. After connecting the clips to the waistband, I hung it in the wardrobe whilst I removed my matching scarlet jacket and hung that over the same hanger as the skirt. Closing the wardrobe door I turned around to pick up my skirt from the bed but I noticed that Jemima was staring straight at me but with a far away look in her eyes as though her mind was no longer in the same place. “Are you all right?” I asked her, a little concerned that she seemed to breathing a little heavier and she seemed to snap back as the words left my mouth. “Oh, oh yes, sorry, I was… was… yes, sorry” she repeated. I frowned again. She seemed to be struggling for words, not like her at all. I picked up the flared, floral cotton skirt from the bed and stepped into it, tucking in my blouse and fastening it at the side, giving a final adjustment before pulling out the stool and sitting down to slip off my shoes and replace them with the pastel pink sandals.

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