Page 103 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘Oh, by the way Mr. Harris called this morning he wants to bring me up to date about my father. He found some papers in an old file of his. Apparently about three years ago my father asked him to fax over some papers about the property in the village, that is the same time Mr. Stapleton spoke to him. It seems he wanted to sign them over to me’ an excited Rex tells me.
‘I know it won’t be mine until I reach twenty- five that’s not too far’, He paused waiting for my comment.
‘Amber are you listening to me?’, he asked.
‘Yes darling, it just doesn’t make sense. Why did your father lie about your mother telling people she was his sister? Do you think he had got married and did not want his wife to know about you and your mother?’, I felt bad saying that and seeing the look on his face I realised he hadn’t even considered the idea and wasn’t one bit pleased that I had. I know he couldn’t bear to think that his father would hurt his mother.
‘Okay, enough’, I declared, ‘let’s put on some music and have another glass of wine’. He managed a smile and went over to select a rather lively C.D. and dance about which made us both giggle and falling on to the sofa we became entwined in each other’s arms.
After watching a romantic movie, we both agreed to finish the wine in bed. I took Rex’s hand and led the way.
It was midday before our stomachs took over our amorous emotions. Rex volunteered to cook brunch. I was hoping to boast about my wonderful generous hens, but they weren’t overly obliging today and only gave me two eggs. I complained as I handed them to Rex, so he could make his wonderful pancakes. Mother duck wasn’t in good