Page 115 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

It was a grey wet morning when postman Joe called for his usual cup of coffee and seeing Rex at the table he gave me a wink.
After his cuppa and his daily dose of local gossip, which I now realized we would probably be part of, Joe offered to drop Rex home as he was heading that way. I think he was a little disappointed at having to go so early, but I was glad, I needed to get myself organized for the week ahead.
‘Tired of me already?’ He joked as he got into the mail van blowing me a kiss’, I promise I’ll call in the week’.
Thankful that I now had some time to myself I wanted to finish my lesson plans for class and complete some more artwork for the gallery, I went to look at the photos I had taken from our trip to Ireland. I choose a few as potential paintings, the Molly Malone statue in Dublin city centre, Dublin Castle and a busy scene in Stephen’s Green park in the center of the city. Tomorrow I would need to go into town to buy some more art supplies, I had to collect a cheque from the gallery, so I decided I’d treat myself to a new hairstyle while I was going that way, my hair had grown quite long and I noticed the colour had lost its sparkle. Well maybe I’ll buy myself something new to wear too I thought feeling good about myself.
It continued raining heavily and I smiled as I saw the little family of ducks sheltering under a nearby bush, even they were fed up with the weather.
But it wasn’t long before I got a phone call from a very distressed Penny.
‘Things are going from bad to worse here’, she sobbed, ‘they were shouting angrily in the back kitchen and there were about a dozen people in the bar’, she was referring to Paul and Seki, ‘what will the customers think’ .