“Well dad left a substantial amount of money to Maggie and I and I’m going to give you some of it.’
“There’s no need Bobby, you are my nephew, and I love you very much.’
“You don’t understand Aunt; Dad played the stock markets and there is thousands. I’ve already given Judith some money and Maggie is going to give mam some. Now I want you to have some as well you deserve it.’
“We will discuss this when I see you next week Bobby.’
“Please look after your mother Bobby she is not well.’
“You mean she is ill.’
“She is dying Bobby; has Maggie not told you?’
“No, she just said that mam is not well.’
“She has terminal cancer.’
“She started getting bad pains in her stomach and we told her to go and see the doctor but you know your mother was always a stubborn bugger.’
“She collapsed earlier this year but again I wasn’t to tell you.’ I have been calling her every day to see how she is.’
She just wants to be alright for the funeral; as much as your father and she fought she still cared for him.’
The realisation hit Bobby and the tears were rolling down his cheeks.
I have to go aunt, I will see you next week he said as his voice was breaking and he was on the verge of crying out loud.’
Bobby sat for over an hour trying to compose himself before heading towards the car.
He got in then drove to Martine’s house.’
He had booked a table at the newly opened Sambucca’s Italian restaurant in Jesmond.
When he arrived Martine opened the door to him; she was wearing a lovely blue satin material dress that was cut low; she wore a single teardrop gold necklace and hooped earrings. Martine had set her hair behind her ears and there was the hint of a quiff in the front with a side parting. She was wearing black heels and a carrying a black clutch bag. There was a gold chain around one ankle which was fashionable to wear in the eighties.
“You look spectacular.’
“Thank you Bobby.’ Not sure about the hair though.’
“I like it.’
“Well that is all that matters. So where are we going?’
“There’s this new restaurant called Sambucca’s in Jesmond and I have booked us a table for seven thirty.’
I like the car is it new?’
“Yes it’s my sisters and she’s loaning it to me.’
“Your sister is very trusting, I must say.’
Bobby drove along Hillhead’s Road up to Rake Lane then turned in at Abbots Way and showed Martine the house that his sister had just bought.’
“Has your sister got plenty of money?’
“She has now; my father left us a fair bit in his will.’
“I see; so now you’re a wealthy man.’ You have it all now; good looks fancy car and pots of money. What are you doing with me?’
“Well I happen to like you for one, you’re nice to be around, and you don’t know how beautiful you really are.’ That is a good quality in a woman. Some women cannot walk past a mirror without admiring themselves.’