Putty In Her Hands (13 page)

Yes, I thought – that meant
yes.

So as soon as I could, I
finished what I was doing at work and left a little early. A quick
text home told Emily I was going out to the pub with work.
Again.

Got to Dawn’s and pressed the
intercom. The door buzzed, and I skipped up the two flights of
stairs. Perhaps I should have been nervous. But I wasn’t, I knew
from her tone earlier on that everything was OK. Dawn opened the
door and I could see from her expression that I wasn’t wrong. She
looked lovely.
Hi. Erm, are you OK?

She led me through to the
kitchen
. Rob, sit down.

Yes, of course. Yes.

She sat the other side of the
kitchen table.
You sound nervous.

No. Well, yes, OK I am.

Don’t worry; I’ve got my
period.

Oh, that’s good then. Yes,
that’s… good.
Thank Fuck was what I really wanted to say. We
were safe! What a relief.

I was very worried, you
know.

Yes, so was I.
I went to
take her hand but she pulled it away. That’s when I knew there was
something else.

Rob, we’ve had a lucky escape
and I think we should learn from this.

My thoughts exactly.

Which is why I think you
should leave now; go back to your wife and children.
Was she
crying?
I don’t think I could go through that again.

No, but we’d be more careful,
we’d –

No, Rob. I want to go back to
my husband. Poor Duncan. It’s been great, you and I. I’ll never
forget you; not ever, but we must end it here; tonight.

I suppose you’re right,
I said with a sigh.

I’m always right; you should
know that by now.
She giggled, a little laugh amongst the
tears.
Go, Rob, please, go now.

Will you be
OK?
She nodded, unable to speak.

We could watch some TV. That
mystic guy’s on again.

Please.

Yes, of course. Yes.
I
rose to my feet and made for the door. I stopped. On the kitchen
windowsill, I noticed my little red rose. Dried out now but still
there. I smiled. I leant down and kissed her head. She bit her
fist. I closed the flat door gently behind me, descended the two
flights of stairs and out.

I got into my car and drove to
the end of the drive, indicating left. The road was clear. But
before pulling out, I turned round, craning my neck. I saw her at
her kitchen window, silhouetted, her hand suspended in mid-air as
if waving.
Goodbye, my love
, I whispered, the tears pricking
my eyes. I checked the road again and pulled away.

Fifteen minutes later I was
home.

Note from the Author

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novel and taking the time to read it.
Putty In Her Hands
is
the first in a planned series of three,
Diary of an Affair
,
featuring the sexual adventures and mishaps of Robin and Dawn.

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