Page 112 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse
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We rambled through the lanes and fields around the cottage just enjoying the views and each other’s company, it was so relaxing, and the air really did make us feel so much better.
‘Why don’t we order in tonight?’ Rex suggested as we arrived back to the cottage. ‘You order, and I’ll build up the fire’, I agreed grabbing some logs stacked up on the back porch.
Soon there were deep red flames roaring in the hearth. I uncorked a bottle of Shiraz and set two places on the coffee table in front of the fire where we lay on the sofa with Rex massaging my feet I was in heaven. We sat in silence just staring into the bright glow of the fire, perfectly comfortable together in our own thoughts. The only sound the crackling logs as they burned and glowed. Breaking the silence, I wanted to ask him some questions that had been bothering me.
‘Rex, can I ask you about your father?’ I turned my entire body towards him.
‘Of course, what do you want to know?’ he replied very matter of fact.
‘I guess I would just like to see what he looked like, do you have any photos of your mum and dad?’
‘I only have one of my mum and dad when they were very young not too long after they met, they were separated just over a year later she hadn’t many photos’.
‘I have it in a safe place back in my room, I’ll bring it over the next time’.
‘You have never told me his name’, I asked curiously.
‘His name is Anthony, but I have been advised to keep his surname a secret until he is contacted. Mostly from the villagers, in case it upsets someone you can understand’, he appealed.


































































































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