Chapter 4
She walked back into the house and removed her jacket, letting Ruckus off the lead. She stood there for a few seconds, listening, she wondered where Vince was. At the moment she didn't really want to face him, she assumed he would still be in the living room where she left him, still hunched over his work. She headed towards the kitchen and walked in, she froze as she stared at him, he had his back to her she was just about to turn around and walk out when he spoke.
"You don't have to walk out just because I'm in here you know, this is your house too."
"How did you know I was here?" He still had his back to her.
"It may seem as though I live in my own world but I still know when it comes to you."
Linda rolled her eyes and walked over to the counter where she put the kettle on. "Want a coffee?"
"Go on then."
She down opposite him at the table and looked at him, Vince avoided her gaze. They sat in silence as the kettle boiled. Linda got up and made the coffee and passed one to Vince.
"Thanks," Vince said to her as she sat down again.
Linda grabbed the magazine that was in the middle of the table and flicked through it, Vince never said a word to her. She was reading an article and reaching for her coffee at the same time when she accidentally knocked the mug and it crashed on to the floor.
"Shit!" Linda yelled as she shot up from her chair. She grabbed a tea cloth and began to wipe the coffee off the floor.
"Here, I'll help." Vince grabbed another tea cloth and helped her clean the floor.
Linda began to pick up the shattered pieces of the mug.
"Be careful." Vince warned her.
Linda winced in pain as she cut herself on a broken piece.
"Are you ok?" Vince asked, concerned about her.
"Fine." Linda replied.
"Here, let me have a look." He gently took hold of her hand. "That looks pretty deep." He looked her in the eye for the first time since she walked in.
"It'll be fine." Linda insisted as she got up.
"I'll put a bandage round it."
Vince went to the cupboard where they stored all the medical things and got what he needed out. He sat down beside her and bandaged round the hand gently while Linda watched.
"Thank you," Linda said when he had finished.
Vince gave a small smile, "Not as good as your bandaging."
Linda smiled back. "It's fine."
They looked at each other for a moment and for a second Linda thought Vince was going to kiss her and she felt something she hadn't felt in years. Vince quickly got up, "I better get back to work, got lots to do."
Linda looked away, and Vince saw the pain in her eyes, she looked like she was going to cry. He swallowed the lump in his throat back down and walked away from her, just as he had been doing for the past ten years.
She walked back into the house and removed her jacket, letting Ruckus off the lead. She stood there for a few seconds, listening, she wondered where Vince was. At the moment she didn't really want to face him, she assumed he would still be in the living room where she left him, still hunched over his work. She headed towards the kitchen and walked in, she froze as she stared at him, he had his back to her she was just about to turn around and walk out when he spoke.
"You don't have to walk out just because I'm in here you know, this is your house too."
"How did you know I was here?" He still had his back to her.
"It may seem as though I live in my own world but I still know when it comes to you."
Linda rolled her eyes and walked over to the counter where she put the kettle on. "Want a coffee?"
"Go on then."
She down opposite him at the table and looked at him, Vince avoided her gaze. They sat in silence as the kettle boiled. Linda got up and made the coffee and passed one to Vince.
"Thanks," Vince said to her as she sat down again.
Linda grabbed the magazine that was in the middle of the table and flicked through it, Vince never said a word to her. She was reading an article and reaching for her coffee at the same time when she accidentally knocked the mug and it crashed on to the floor.
"Shit!" Linda yelled as she shot up from her chair. She grabbed a tea cloth and began to wipe the coffee off the floor.
"Here, I'll help." Vince grabbed another tea cloth and helped her clean the floor.
Linda began to pick up the shattered pieces of the mug.
"Be careful." Vince warned her.
Linda winced in pain as she cut herself on a broken piece.
"Are you ok?" Vince asked, concerned about her.
"Fine." Linda replied.
"Here, let me have a look." He gently took hold of her hand. "That looks pretty deep." He looked her in the eye for the first time since she walked in.
"It'll be fine." Linda insisted as she got up.
"I'll put a bandage round it."
Vince went to the cupboard where they stored all the medical things and got what he needed out. He sat down beside her and bandaged round the hand gently while Linda watched.
"Thank you," Linda said when he had finished.
Vince gave a small smile, "Not as good as your bandaging."
Linda smiled back. "It's fine."
They looked at each other for a moment and for a second Linda thought Vince was going to kiss her and she felt something she hadn't felt in years. Vince quickly got up, "I better get back to work, got lots to do."
Linda looked away, and Vince saw the pain in her eyes, she looked like she was going to cry. He swallowed the lump in his throat back down and walked away from her, just as he had been doing for the past ten years.