Chapter 11
Jack awoke feeling happy and bright. Today was the day Martha was coming back, and he'd decide to definately tell her today. He knew it could all go wrong, and the new found friendship he'd formed with Carl would be in ruins, but he had to take the risk.
Whistling happily, he climbed from his bed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, emerging half an hour later. After numerous 'umm's and 'ahh's he'd settled for wearing a light blue shirt with buttons all the way down and long sleeves, teamed with a pair of faded jeans.
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He sat downstairs, checking the clock every five minutes, waiting for her to arrive. His mobile phone flashed several times and his heart raced thinking it could be her calling. It wasn't.
He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. The millionth one he'd had that morning. As he drank it, he couldn't help but smile at thoughts of her. So many questions ran through his mind. How would he tell her? Should he tell her gently? Shouldhe just confess everything? Will she turn him down? How will he react?
Questions seemed to be spiining around in his mind, making him slightly dizzy and a lot more uncomfortable than he had been.
Eventually, he recieved a text from her:
Sorry it took so long to get in touch, I was late back after the car broke down. How are you? I'd really like to see you, but Carl's insisting we be alone for a few hours. What are we? Married? Not yet. Anyway, when you get this, can you come round? I don't care what Carl says, I really need to see you. I have something to tell you. See you later. Love Martha xxx
Jack quickly stood up and pulled on his jacket. She'd said she really needed to see him. Better still, she had something to tell him. Was it good news? Was it bad news? Jack couldn't wait to find out. He grabbed his door keys from the table and raced from the house.
Was this the one thing he'd been waiting for?