All that had now run its course, although even now, she was nervous to be out on her own, which was why Sally was anxious that she should stay with her and Mick for a while longer.
Presently, in the kitchen, making tea for the three of them, Mick heard the exchange between his wife and Anne. Like Sally, he was greatly concerned that Anne should give herself more time to recover before she returned to the house on Roff Avenue.
Having taken it all in, he now had the beginnings of an idea that might just satisfy everyone.
With this in mind, he quickly made the tea and set it on a tray with a box of biscuits, which he carried into the other room.
‘I don’t know who made me the servant around here,’ he joked light-heartedly. ‘It’s Sunday! Which, as you know, is supposed to be a day of rest … and here’s me, waiting on you two hand and foot. Right then! I reckon I’ve done my chores for today, so now it’s up to you lovely ladies. You can now pour a drink for the man of the house, while filling me in on all the gossip.’
He put the tray on the coffee table in the bright, spacious room, and sat himself alongside Anne on the sofa, while Sally sat forward in the big brown leather armchair and set about pouring the tea.
‘Mick, tell Anne she’s not ready to go back to the house just yet,’ she pleaded.
‘Mmm. Well, I heard what you were saying just now, the two of you, and for what it’s worth, I think you’re both right.
‘Really? In what way?’ Sally asked.
‘Well, from what I gather, Anne wants to go back to the house, and you want her to stay here. That’s right, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, but Anne is determined to go home. I’ve been trying to dissuade her, but she won’t listen.’ Sally appealed to Anne. ‘Anne, tell Mick what you told me.’
‘I’ve been here for months now,’ Anne explained. ‘It’s not at all fair on either of you. I’ve crossed hurdles since I’ve been here and that’s thanks to you two, my best friends. I’m back at work now – another hurdle overcome – and I’m much stronger in myself now. But I need to go home and pick up my life. I really think I can do it. Sally and I have been going over once a week to open and shut curtains, turn taps on and off, and dust around … that sort of thing. As you both know, I wasn’t at all comfortable with being there at first, but I’m getting used to it now. I’m stronger in myself, and it doesn’t frighten me like it did before.’
She appealed to them both. ‘I’m sure I’ll be OK, and if I’m not, I promise I’ll call you.’
Understanding her dilemma, Mick offered his idea of a compromise. ‘Look, Anne, what do you think of this idea? Sally is anxious for you to stay here with us for a while longer … and so am I. You, however, are anxious to go home, and I fully understand that. But I would not feel right if I let you go back there on your own just yet. So why doesn’t Sally come and live with you for a week? I’ll pop in straight from work and spend the evening with you both.’ He laughed. ‘I’ll even bring us all fish and chips on my way back from work; save you the trouble of cooking.’
‘Brilliant!’ Sally was relieved. ‘In fact I suggested something along those lines.’ She appealed to Anne. ‘Please, Anne. I would feel a lot better about you going back to the house if you could agree on Mick’s plan. Just one week, that’s all, and if you feel able to take charge again, we’ll back off, although we’ll always be here if you need us.’
Mick added, ‘Just remember, if you’re the slightest bit nervous or worried – about anything at all, however small – then you come back home with us and give yourself a bit more time. The alternative is you and Sally could maybe just go over there at weekends – a small dose at a time, if you get my meaning. That way, you might just reach the point where you feel good about being back home permanently. So, would you prefer that?’
Although still slightly nervous, Anne had to agree with his initial plan. ‘I think it might be better to make it the full week as you said, because a couple of days won’t be enough. So, if you really don’t mind Sally coming to stay with me for that length of time, I would love to give it a try.’
Sally was already thinking ahead. ‘I’ve got clean bedding and towels in the airing cupboard. When we leave work on Friday, we’ll go shopping. We’ll need to do a big shop: enough for the two of us for a week, and enough to fill the cupboards for Mick.’
‘I’m quite capable of getting my own groceries.’ Mick could be highly independent.
‘I know you are, but while we’re there we might as well do all the shopping in one go.’
‘OK, Sal. Whatever suits you. So, when are you actually planning to stay at the house?’
Anne had already decided. ‘I think we should go over there Saturday. It will be much better to start on a weekend. That way there’ll be more people about, and we won’t be leaving the house to go to work. It will give us that time to adjust.’ She felt as though she was being ungrateful. ‘… If that’s all right with you, Sally?’
‘Yes, good thinking,’ Sally agreed. ‘So, this is how it goes. Friday evening after work, we’ll go and get the groceries. Then we’ll bring Mick’s shopping back here, so he’ll be all set up. We’ll leave our groceries in the boot, except for the milk and such. On Saturday morning, we’ll put the bedding and linen in the boot and make our way over to the house.’ She clapped her hands. ‘Job done!’
‘Sounds like you’ve thought of everything. Thank you, both. I don’t know how I can ever repay you,’ Anne said.
In a strange and selfish way, she somehow envied Sally’s seemingly perfect marriage. From the first meeting with Mick, she had recognised a good and thoughtful man; a man who would never harm a hair on his darling wife’s head. Unlike the evil man she had foolishly married as a young girl.
The time came to make one last visit to the house before Sally would move in with Anne.
‘We’ll draw the curtains as always, and turn on the taps for a while. We’ll just spend a couple of hours over there this evening, shall we?’ Sally suggested.
‘I think so, yes. But why don’t we take the bedding and linen tonight?’ Anne suggested. ‘That way we’ll save time on Friday after work. And don’t forget the grocery store will be busy at that time on a Friday.’
‘Yes, that’s very true.’ And so it was agreed.
‘Do you need me for anything?’ Mick asked.
‘There’s not much you can do, Mick,’ Sally reminded him. ‘You’re terrible at changing beds. And as for housework, if I let you loose it would only have to be done again.’
‘Well, thanks for that!’ Mick laughed. ‘In that case, happen I’ll go down the pub, and have a pint or two with the boys.’
‘Oh!’ Sally sounded disappointed.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing. It’s just that I thought maybe you could put that curtain rail back up, the one that fell down in the back bedroom. Oh, but it’s not important, especially as nobody sleeps in there anyway.’
‘Mmm!’ He had the germ of an idea. ‘I’ll do the rail, don’t worry.’
‘No, honestly, Mick.’ Sally felt bad now. ‘It’s all right … it’s really not important. I don’t even know why I mentioned it. I mean, you can fix the rail any time. Go down to the pub. Meet up with your mates.’
‘Only if you’re sure you don’t mind?’
‘I am absolutely sure! Honestly, Mick, you haven’t had a night out in a while and it’ll do you good.’ Sally felt mean now even mentioning about the curtain rail, especially as he had genuinely welcomed her friend into their home.
Mick was curious. ‘How long do you reckon you’ll be gone?’
‘Two … maybe three hours, I suppose.’ She turned to Anne. ‘What say you, Anne?’
‘Yes. I think that’s about right. Check the house. Change the beds and close the curtains. I might just have a quick chat with my neighbour; see if anyone’s been hanging about, maybe.’
Sally picked up on her worrying remark. ‘Anne, trust me, there won’t have been anyon
e “hanging about”. Especially not Carter, because thankfully that madman is well and truly locked up.’
When Anne felt the nervousness creeping up on her, she gave a wide smile. ‘That’s very true! But I’ll go and have a chat with her all the same, if only to thank her for keeping an eye on the house while I’ve been away. In fact, while we’re out getting the groceries, I might pick up a bunch of flowers for her.’
Sally agreed. ‘Your neighbour is a real darling. I bet she’d have opened and shut the curtains as well, if you’d asked her. But she’s getting on a bit and maybe it would have been too much to ask.’
Mick felt bad about going to the pub. ‘I’ll tell you what, Sal,’ he started, ‘I’ve worked it out. Being as you’ll probably be gone the best part of three hours, I can do the curtain rail first and still have time to enjoy a pint or two with the lads. OK?’
Getting out of her chair, Sally went to him and kissed him full on the mouth. ‘Course it’s OK. I’m sorry if I sounded a bit miffed at first, but I didn’t mean it. You go and see your mates. Have a good time, and we’ll catch up when I get back.’
Half an hour later, Mick saw them off. ‘Drive carefully.’ He always worried about Sally in the car. Capable though she was, Sally could be a bit too daredevil at times.
As he waved them away, Mick smiled to himself, thinking how much he loved Sally. He had never had one single moment of regret at having married her. The only regret he had, and would always have, was that Sally was unable to give him a child.
That sorry discovery had floored them both. Yet, even with that, he had never regretted marrying her.
There were still the odd times when he truly ached for a family, especially when he and Sally were out walking, and he saw other men playing footie in the park with their sons, or a father teaching his child how to ride a bike. He missed all that, yet because he adored the ground she walked on, he was always careful never to let Sally know his true feelings.
At the same moment that Mick was dwelling on that particular sadness in their lives, Sally too felt a touch of regret at her inability to give Mick the children he craved. She had always planned that the back bedroom should be a nursery, and now, after years with no baby in it, it was looking rundown and neglected. She now felt guilty at having seemed unsupportive when he had mentioned he might go for a pint with his mates instead of putting up the curtain rail.
Anne had noticed how quiet Sally had grown since they left the house. ‘Is everything all right, Sal?’ she asked.
Sally nodded. ‘Sort of … yes. Only I should never have let Mick see how I wasn’t keen on him going to the pub tonight. It was selfish of me. I should never have made an excuse for him not to go. The back curtains don’t really matter anyway. It’s been ages since he went out socially, and the first time he suggests it, I put on a sour face.’
‘Well, I’m sure Mick didn’t even notice.’ Anne had seen the tense exchange, but tactfully made light of it.
Now her curiosity got the better of her. ‘Tell me if I’m out of line, but can I ask why you don’t like him going to the pub?’
‘It’s not that I don’t like him actually going to the pub,’ Sally revealed, ‘it’s just the tarty barmaid … she has her eye on him.’
‘Oh, I see!’ Anne detected the green-eyed monster. ‘And you don’t like him going there without you, is that it?’
‘Sort of. I’m not being paranoid, but even when Mick and I are there together, she’s always stealing a glance at him. It’s obvious that she fancies him, and when he goes to the bar I hear the two of them laughing together. I think he really enjoys her company. For all I know he might even fancy her!’
‘You don’t believe that for a minute, do you? I mean, he might just be being polite and laughing at her jokes, even if they’re rubbish. Mick is a lovely man, Sal. You’ve often said how he makes friends easily.’
‘Well, yes, that’s right, he does. But what man can resist when a pretty girl keeps making a play for him?’
‘A man like Mick, that’s who.’
‘Maybe.’
‘For goodness’ sake, Sal, you must know how devoted he is to you. Anyone can see, he’s crazy in love with you. You’re a fortunate woman, Sal. You have a good man there. I reckon he would rather cut off his arm than cheat on you.’
The atmosphere grew tense and, for a time, neither of them spoke.
Then out of nowhere, Sally made a heartfelt confession. ‘I’m frightened, Anne. I’m really frightened that he might leave me.’
Anne was shocked. ‘He would never leave you … Why would he?’
Sally took a while to answer, and what she confided rocked Anne to her roots. ‘I’m always afraid that he will leave me one day … if he meets the right woman. And, to be honest, I wouldn’t blame him.’
‘But why would he leave you? He loves you far too much.’
‘I know he loves me, but sometimes things happen that might make a man do what he might otherwise never do.’ She searched for the right words to make Anne understand, without giving away too much.
She had always been afraid to say the truth out loud, hoping that if she never actually said it, then it might not be true.
Anne urged her on. ‘What kind of “things”, Sal?’
Wishing she had not said anything, Sally gave a little shrug. ‘Just “things”. Like if someone was told something … so cruel, it could break up a relationship. Something that could never be put right.’
‘Such as what?’ Anne was intrigued, and a little concerned.
Sally went on, almost as though she was talking to herself, ‘Sometimes I think I’m just being selfish … none of this is his fault. It’s been on my mind for a long time that, however much I love Mick, it’s very wrong to try to cling onto him.’
Anne was lost. ‘What are you saying, Sal? I don’t understand. You and Mick have a wonderful marriage. You belong together.’
Sally shook her head. ‘All I’m saying is, maybe the best thing would be for Mick to find some other woman who could make his life complete.’ She took a moment to think and reflect. ‘If that happened, and he would rather be with her than me … well … I would have to let him go. It would be cruel of me to try and stop him.’
Anne understood that Sally was sorry for trying to deter Mick from going to the pub without her, but she sensed something much deeper in what Sally was saying.
So, because she cared, and because she and Sal now told each other almost everything, she decided to wait for an opportune moment when she might persuade Sally to confide her troubles.
She needed to know why Sally could even entertain the idea that Mick would be better off with another woman. Moreover, why would Sally be prepared to let her beloved man go? The idea of those two breaking up was unthinkable.
With Sally now lapsed into silence, Anne wisely kept her own counsel. She hoped a quiet moment might allow her friend to reflect on the enormity of what she had just said.
That was exactly what Sally did, and she quickly realised that her problem was too hard to bear alone. It would be good just to talk about it, preferably with a dear friend, who would not judge her. But not now, not in the car. So, gathering all her strength, she told Anne, ‘I want you to know everything, Anne. I need to tell you. But it’s too difficult just now.’
Gently, Anne laid her hand over Sally’s. ‘It’s all right, Sal. Whenever you’re ready, you know I’ll be here for you.’
‘I know.’ Sally was deeply grateful to have found such a loyal friend and confidante.
A moment later Sally drew up at Anne’s house.
After climbing out of the car, each took a bundle of linen from the boot, and as they walked up the path, the next-door neighbour gave a cheery wave from her window.
To Anne, it was a warm and comforting gesture, but not enough to quell the nervous flutter in her stomach whenever she returned to this house.
Yet she was determined to rid her mind of her tormentor, and get on with her life. This was h
er home, and it was where she wanted to be. She must not let him rob her of that.
Yet, even while her determination hardened, she could still hear his threat: What’s yours is mine.
She dared not even think about it.
Once inside the house, Anne waited in the hallway for Sal to come in from the street.
She felt nervous, as always. She could feel Carter’s presence there. In her mind’s eye she could see him standing over her … wanting to kill her.
Even now, after all this time, there was an atmosphere of evil here. It lingered, making her blood run cold. Come on, Anne! she chided herself. You can deal with it. You have to realise he can’t hurt you from where he is.
Quickly now, before she lost her courage, she made her way to the kitchen where she put her bedding bundle down. While she opened the kitchen curtains, Sally came in to put the kettle on. ‘I think we both need a cuppa,’ she sighed wearily.
While Sally was preparing the tea, Anne went into the front room and opened the curtains there. It was a well-practised procedure, which they had perfected daily over these many weeks.
But when Anne came back into the kitchen, she found Sally seated at the little kitchen table, her head bent forward on the bundle of bedding, and sobbing her heart out.
On realising that Anne had returned, Sally quickly wiped her eyes and hurried over to the kitchenette.
Rummaging for the cups and saucers, she said, ‘The kettle’s just boiled. I’m making us a pot of tea,’ and she began setting out the cups.
Having set the tray, she carried it across the room and sat herself down.
For the next few minutes they sipped their tea and talked about all things unimportant until Anne could bear it no longer.
‘Look, Sal, I know I said I would be there for you whenever you’re ready, and I will, but I know something is eating away at you. Please, Sal, you can trust in me.’
‘Yes, I know that, but there’s no use talking about it because nothing can be done. There’s no cure. And there’s no real future for me and Mick. I’m just a rope around his neck. I know I should end our marriage but I can’t. The truth is, I don’t know what I’d do without him by my side. But that’s just selfish of me. I understand that now.’
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