He saw Martine and ordered another round and bought her another orange.’
“Not long now Bobby said Martine as she looked at her watch.’
“It was twenty five minutes to eleven.
He returned to the card game and on it went until John needed only two pegs, Bobby three, and Simon six.’
Bobby tapped the table again.’
“Shit Bobby not again; can you play them.’
Bobby won one hand and then played his other ten which he had four of.’
But John won the last hand to win the game. You only get twenty pence off me laughed Bobby.’
“I need a pound of you Simon.’
“Well at least I won a game.’
The lads put their coats on as Bobby said good night and then went to the bar to pick up Martine who had been let away early.
The rain had stopped as they came out of the pub and crossed the road together the ground had now dried and there were only a few puddles to remind them that it had been raining a few hours earlier. They rounded the corner where Carol Brennan had their supper keeping warm. Bobby thanked them then came outside they opened the packets up and began to eat the crispy batter from the cod as the walked slowly back home. This is how fish and chips should always be eaten; on a warm summer’s night; with a gentle breeze blowing and a beautiful woman walking along side you.’
“Did anyone tell you that you were a romantic?’
“No not until now.’
“Well you are; that’s not a bad thing really it shows that you have a caring nature.’
They crossed the road over to the shops then walked down the street to her house when they got there they sat on the wall and finished their supper and rolled up the paper and the carton the fish suppers came in and Bobby disposed of them in the bin a few blocks down. Martine had left the door open for him; Bobby entered and headed for the bathroom to wash the cooking oil from his fingers.’
Martine was busy making a pot of tea for them as Bobby came out.
Martine played back the two messages on her answer machine one was from her friend Karen Stobbs from University the other was from her mother to ask how she was and ask if she was she coming over at the weekend.
“Are you going?
“If I’m not working on Sunday I might slip over on the train?’ I have a long day tomorrow they want me to do a lunch time shift then another evening one too. I have to do it as I need the money.’
“I will be heading back on Friday Martine; but I will call you.’
It’s a long drive back isn’t it?’
“Yes about seven and a half hours on the road; I should get there around one if I set off early.’
“You will come around after work tomorrow won’t you.’
“Won’t you be tired?’
“Well we could have a warm bath together and then you could give me a nice massage.’