Page 51 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘Oh, Amber! You’re so right I guess I feel responsible for him since his grandmother was my best friend. I’ll apologize to him and give him his own key.’ I could tell she was feeling a little foolish for over reacting.
We both started to giggle hysterically then recalling the sight of Rex in her frilly pinny.
‘I don’t think I have laughed so hard in a long time, not since before my Stanley passed’, Penny recalled with a tear in her eye.
As I was preparing to leave Jenny arrived in early to speak to Rex. She wasn’t due in until the later to work the late shift. Penny told Rex to take a break and go talk to Jenny. They were standing between the bar and the kitchen just out of site, they obviously hadn’t realized I was in the kitchen.
‘It’s over’ I heard Rex say ‘sorry, I told you last night I’m not interested.’
‘Rex please can’t we talk about it? Jenny was sobbing.
Feeling guilty for listening I left through the back door but I’m ashamed to say part of me was pleased.
I tried to not to think about Rex and Jenny’s argument, but I couldn’t wait to get to work on Friday anxious to know the situation between them. Meanwhile the gallery had called looking for more of my paintings, they’d sold all my Irish scenes. I promised to bring in a new selection in a week or so.
As I strolled in to the bar Penny was clearing the breakfast dishes and preparing packed lunches for two gentleman guests who were going out golfing for the day. Their wives were going shopping.
‘Morning Amber’.
‘Morning Penny’.