Page 61 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘No! My mother had photos of Dublin, she kept them in a box under her bed. I sometimes catch her looking at them’.
‘Did she ever go to Ireland on holiday, or maybe she had a relative there’, I questioned?
‘I don’t think so, I never found out the connection’, Rex replied getting back to his meal.
We finished our meal in silence. Refusing a refill of wine, as I had to drive home. On the journey home I had to drop Rex off at the bar. I broke the silence to ask if he
was going to arrange a meeting with the man in London.
‘He is very busy as he is a freelance photographer and travels the globe’.
‘Is that what your father worked at, photography? No, he was a freelance journalist --- - his hobby was photography, that is what I wish to do, follow in my father’s footsteps’, Rex said proudly. I told Rex about my plans to go to Ireland for Sherry’s wedding.
Delivering Rex to the entrance of the bar. I declined to go in – ‘tell Penny I’ll call her’, I told him, as I pulled away I glanced in my wing mirror to see Jenny hurrying along waving to Rex. My heart fell to my knees. Have they made it up are they a couple again? I asked myself as I sped along the country road. We have had such a lovely day – does he like me as much as I like him?
‘Oh no’! Jenny is in tonight Rex almost cried out loud. ‘Rex! Rex! Wait, wait’, Jenny was flushed as she caught up. ‘Are you working tonight’? She asked hopefully?
‘Yes’! Rex answered continuing on into the bar.