It was around 9:30am, I'd been sitting there for a good hour and a half,
already I was wondering about the possibilities that he may phone me.
Although the thought had drifted away because of past memories, it dawned
on me that I was still in my dressing gown. Therefore it just wouldn't do
to be sitting here wasting the morning away, so I chose to get dressed.
It took me about half an hour to get washed and changed. On my return into my small living room, I sat in my leather armchair, by the phone. Casually looking at it between glances of the newspaper, I had in my hands. Each time I looked at it, I thought that, 'He won't phone Emma.He won't, but then again he just might' that corner part of my soul was saying. I had almost given up when all of a sudden it rang!
Brrrrr, Brrrrr. Without thought I picked it up and said.
"Hello Steed".
It didn't occur to me that it might not have been him, which, perish the thought it may have been Peter. How would I explain that to him? I did not know. But it was ok, when I heard his reply.
"Mrs Peel!"
He said, that all to familiar tone in his voice, that all to familiar name, to him at least. It really is Steed! All my thoughts were now concentrating on what I was going to say to him, I hadn't really thought about it, dreamed of the possibilities yes, but, not an actual conversation.
He paused a little before he spoke again. "How did you know it was me?"
With a rather enigmatic tone in my voice, I said in reply. "I do read the papers" What I terribly corny thing to say to him, after all the article was a surprise, I just thought about him phoning, so in a way it showed that I had read it I suppose.
Then he said very smoothly, in only a manner Steed could deliver. "You haven't changed.you've got a long memory".
I answered him saying, "Long, happy memories".
And we did, all of them were happy memories, the time we shared to together was very special to me, Steed had been very special to me. He still was.
Then he replied, gently. "Yes" That remark touched me deeply, Steed after all these years does still treasure the time we shared together in a similar way I remember them. We had great times together. I swiftly ignored all the Cybernauts, Diabolical Masterminds, and death defying cases and simply remembered all the good times we shared. The happiest times of my life had been with Steed. But when Peter returned, it must have broken him. Torn him apart.
"So you're off to France then?" I enquired; trying not to think of the pain I must have caused Steed by returning to Peter. " Yes we're leaving right away," He answered quickly, as if the 'we' part in his answer he just walked into the room. So I decided to break the conversation, although I would have happily talked to him for hours. There was someone else there, perhaps Steed's newest colleges?
I said. "Well good luck Steed.and erm.I've changed my name I'm not Mrs Peel anymore"
I told him, I was sure he would have read the society column announcing my divorce from Peter. Therefore all I could do was clarify the fact that I'm not Mrs Peel anymore, but Ms Emma Knight.
Then he answered, "Yes, I know. But you're still Mrs Peel to me. Goodbye".
I answered, saying "Goodbye, Steed", as gently as I could.
Although Steed was off to Paris, I couldn't help but worry about him. He was lucky, very lucky. He'd been involved in numerous dangerous assignments but come out totally unscathed. But I couldn't help but worry about him, he means so much to me, even if I were never to see him again, I still want him to be ok.
It took me about half an hour to get washed and changed. On my return into my small living room, I sat in my leather armchair, by the phone. Casually looking at it between glances of the newspaper, I had in my hands. Each time I looked at it, I thought that, 'He won't phone Emma.He won't, but then again he just might' that corner part of my soul was saying. I had almost given up when all of a sudden it rang!
Brrrrr, Brrrrr. Without thought I picked it up and said.
"Hello Steed".
It didn't occur to me that it might not have been him, which, perish the thought it may have been Peter. How would I explain that to him? I did not know. But it was ok, when I heard his reply.
"Mrs Peel!"
He said, that all to familiar tone in his voice, that all to familiar name, to him at least. It really is Steed! All my thoughts were now concentrating on what I was going to say to him, I hadn't really thought about it, dreamed of the possibilities yes, but, not an actual conversation.
He paused a little before he spoke again. "How did you know it was me?"
With a rather enigmatic tone in my voice, I said in reply. "I do read the papers" What I terribly corny thing to say to him, after all the article was a surprise, I just thought about him phoning, so in a way it showed that I had read it I suppose.
Then he said very smoothly, in only a manner Steed could deliver. "You haven't changed.you've got a long memory".
I answered him saying, "Long, happy memories".
And we did, all of them were happy memories, the time we shared to together was very special to me, Steed had been very special to me. He still was.
Then he replied, gently. "Yes" That remark touched me deeply, Steed after all these years does still treasure the time we shared together in a similar way I remember them. We had great times together. I swiftly ignored all the Cybernauts, Diabolical Masterminds, and death defying cases and simply remembered all the good times we shared. The happiest times of my life had been with Steed. But when Peter returned, it must have broken him. Torn him apart.
"So you're off to France then?" I enquired; trying not to think of the pain I must have caused Steed by returning to Peter. " Yes we're leaving right away," He answered quickly, as if the 'we' part in his answer he just walked into the room. So I decided to break the conversation, although I would have happily talked to him for hours. There was someone else there, perhaps Steed's newest colleges?
I said. "Well good luck Steed.and erm.I've changed my name I'm not Mrs Peel anymore"
I told him, I was sure he would have read the society column announcing my divorce from Peter. Therefore all I could do was clarify the fact that I'm not Mrs Peel anymore, but Ms Emma Knight.
Then he answered, "Yes, I know. But you're still Mrs Peel to me. Goodbye".
I answered, saying "Goodbye, Steed", as gently as I could.
Although Steed was off to Paris, I couldn't help but worry about him. He was lucky, very lucky. He'd been involved in numerous dangerous assignments but come out totally unscathed. But I couldn't help but worry about him, he means so much to me, even if I were never to see him again, I still want him to be ok.