she had a drink?"
"Just a glass of wine and two small liqueurs. But I'll know what her medicine is in future, a glass of wine and two small liqueurs. Come on, lad, let's get to bed." He put his arm around Mark's shoulders, and, like father and son, they went from the room.
During the following months the house seemed to return to its more normal routine. In the main, things were harmonious. Bill had made a point of
taking Fiona out to a good restaurant at least every other week. They had also met up with the Ferndales again, quite by accident, at the very
fashionable country hotel on the outskirts of the town. This hotel sported a small orchestra and an equally small space for dancing, and the food was considered first class. For some reason that she couldn't quite fathom, Fiona hadn't enjoyed that evening so much. Yet everything was provided for a most enjoyable night out; even the moon had shone as they sat on the terrace indulging in their coffee and liqueurs.
On one occasion Fiona had refused Bill's suggestion of a dinner and dance, saying, if it was all the same to him, she would prefer to have him at home for a full evening. Like a good old-fashioned couple, she would have
described it. Herself at one side of the fire knitting, he at the other, reading.
The children, too, had brought pleasant occasions into the house, such as when Sammy won his
brown belt. On that night they had their own private little disco; for this occasion they had cleared the recreation-room and had a buffet meal provided by Nell and Fiona. Katie and Sammy had given a demonstration of their
prowess, and Willie had caused hilarious hoots of laughter when he, too, showed what he could do by fencing with a broom, his opponent being Sammy, whom he managed to topple onto his back more times than Katie had done in the karate combat.
There had been a goodly company of them that evening, but more males than females, as Mark had brought two school friends and Sammy had invited Jimmy Redding and two other male karate members of the club.
Katie had asked Sue Bellingham and Marion Cuthbert, while Willie's choice had been Daisy Gallagher, of all people. This had caused Katie to go to Sammy and say, "I'm sorry, Sammy, but somehow she won't fit in, she'll be uncomfortable." And for once, Sammy had not corrected her on the matter of class distinction;
what he had said was, "He can ask all he likes, but she won't come."
And when Katie had asked, "What makes you think that?" Sammy had answered enigmatically, "Oh, I just know. I know Daisy very well;
I just know she won't come. "
In turn Katie questioned herself quietly: How much did he know about Daisy?
How well did he know her? And how much did he want to know her?
And her dissecting told her, that, in a way, Sammy was nearer to Daisy than he was to her. Even with his benefit of education over the past years,
there still remained beneath this the solid figure of the young Sammy Love that she had once known and loathed.
When Willie had asked Daisy if she would come to their little do, she had looked him straight in the face and asked, "At your place?" And he had said,
"Yes, of course, our place." And to this she had answered flatly, "Don't be daft."
"Why am I daft?" he had enquired in no small voice.
"Because you are: your eyes see no further than your nose."
"Maybe," he had said, 'but I thought they had learned to see that my heel stuck out as far as my backside. "
The look she gave him, which could have been classed as disdain, was
accompanied by, "Well, you said it." And she had come back with, "Like me granny, I say more than me prayers and I whistle them." And she had flattened him yet again with, "There's one thing I'll say for you, you're easily amused."
It was Fiona who had remarked to Katie, "Isn't Willie asking the girl whom he fences with?" And Katie had said, "Yes, Mam, he's asked her, but she won't come."
"Why? Is she uppish?"
At this Katie had let out a loud laugh; and it
"Just a glass of wine and two small liqueurs. But I'll know what her medicine is in future, a glass of wine and two small liqueurs. Come on, lad, let's get to bed." He put his arm around Mark's shoulders, and, like father and son, they went from the room.
During the following months the house seemed to return to its more normal routine. In the main, things were harmonious. Bill had made a point of
taking Fiona out to a good restaurant at least every other week. They had also met up with the Ferndales again, quite by accident, at the very
fashionable country hotel on the outskirts of the town. This hotel sported a small orchestra and an equally small space for dancing, and the food was considered first class. For some reason that she couldn't quite fathom, Fiona hadn't enjoyed that evening so much. Yet everything was provided for a most enjoyable night out; even the moon had shone as they sat on the terrace indulging in their coffee and liqueurs.
On one occasion Fiona had refused Bill's suggestion of a dinner and dance, saying, if it was all the same to him, she would prefer to have him at home for a full evening. Like a good old-fashioned couple, she would have
described it. Herself at one side of the fire knitting, he at the other, reading.
The children, too, had brought pleasant occasions into the house, such as when Sammy won his
brown belt. On that night they had their own private little disco; for this occasion they had cleared the recreation-room and had a buffet meal provided by Nell and Fiona. Katie and Sammy had given a demonstration of their
prowess, and Willie had caused hilarious hoots of laughter when he, too, showed what he could do by fencing with a broom, his opponent being Sammy, whom he managed to topple onto his back more times than Katie had done in the karate combat.
There had been a goodly company of them that evening, but more males than females, as Mark had brought two school friends and Sammy had invited Jimmy Redding and two other male karate members of the club.
Katie had asked Sue Bellingham and Marion Cuthbert, while Willie's choice had been Daisy Gallagher, of all people. This had caused Katie to go to Sammy and say, "I'm sorry, Sammy, but somehow she won't fit in, she'll be uncomfortable." And for once, Sammy had not corrected her on the matter of class distinction;
what he had said was, "He can ask all he likes, but she won't come."
And when Katie had asked, "What makes you think that?" Sammy had answered enigmatically, "Oh, I just know. I know Daisy very well;
I just know she won't come. "
In turn Katie questioned herself quietly: How much did he know about Daisy?
How well did he know her? And how much did he want to know her?
And her dissecting told her, that, in a way, Sammy was nearer to Daisy than he was to her. Even with his benefit of education over the past years,
there still remained beneath this the solid figure of the young Sammy Love that she had once known and loathed.
When Willie had asked Daisy if she would come to their little do, she had looked him straight in the face and asked, "At your place?" And he had said,
"Yes, of course, our place." And to this she had answered flatly, "Don't be daft."
"Why am I daft?" he had enquired in no small voice.
"Because you are: your eyes see no further than your nose."
"Maybe," he had said, 'but I thought they had learned to see that my heel stuck out as far as my backside. "
The look she gave him, which could have been classed as disdain, was
accompanied by, "Well, you said it." And she had come back with, "Like me granny, I say more than me prayers and I whistle them." And she had flattened him yet again with, "There's one thing I'll say for you, you're easily amused."
It was Fiona who had remarked to Katie, "Isn't Willie asking the girl whom he fences with?" And Katie had said, "Yes, Mam, he's asked her, but she won't come."
"Why? Is she uppish?"
At this Katie had let out a loud laugh; and it
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