Page 139 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

The work on the barn was well on the way. We had drawn up plans to have a large studio in the loft with space for a bedroom and en suite for guests, the middle floor would house a large master bedroom with shower room and balcony and two further bedrooms, one reserved for a nursery. The next floor would have a large kitchen-cum- dining room, a spacious lounge spilling out onto another south facing balcony. The ground floor would accommodate a large open plan room for Rex’s photography and a room for my students, painting classes. I hoped in time to teach my classes from home.
Rex heard from his grandparents who weren’t pleased that he wanted to stay in England. He telephoned them one evening to tell them our news and offer an olive branch by inviting them over after the birth of our baby, sometime in September all going well. Their comment, “Like father like son”, was bitter and we took from that that they wouldn’t be coming over any time soon.
Seki was starting to show and had not been very well, so Penny hadn’t had much time off. She had to cut down on her guests in the B&B concentrating on just the summer guests from May to August. She was feeling tired enough and was looking forward to spending time with her new grandchildren when they arrived.
Spring was starting to peep through and I was feeling and looking like a baby whale. Rex still told me every day that I was beautiful, he always knew how to make me smile. I decided to finish up with my classes within the next four weeks, I was finding being on my feet for several hours in the evenings exhausting. The barn was coming along, and it was starting to look like a real home now that it had a roof on it and windows in. I felt that Rex had caught up with me age wise, by looks anyway he was