"What you having?" called the barman over the loud beat of the music
"A... A coke please?" the man turned over a glass and shot the non-alcoholic beverage into it, placing it on the counter with anything but grace, "Pound, fifty" he called back.
She placed the coins on the counter and drank as the man walked to the till and continued his work. What was James doing right now. She kept thinking to herself all the better things she could be doing.The night was over and Kate called down a taxi, shepherding Claire and Natasha into it first she sat down in between them and gave the driver their addresses. Claire refused to be silent
"You... You're way not the same as me... K-Kate..." she hiccuped "See, you're wanting all this, candles and barry white playing and all that shite kind of girls..."
Kate nodded, she did like Barry White
"I'm not, I just like a good shag and.... and... lying on the bed smoking a cigarette and talking dirty after it"
Kate nodded again "Yes, Claire... We know" Natasha laughed at this.
"Yeah...", Natasha was the extreme opposite of Claire, where the latter excelled the former dared not tried, and vice versa, She then returned to staring out the window.
They quitened down as Kate's companions grew tired. Kate however was still wide awake, would James be home yet? She looked at her golden wedding ring and turned it on her finger, smiling a little to herself.She sat alone in the taxi once her friends departed and pulled up outside her house some forty minutes keeping awkward conversation with the driver, polotics, football and weather was the routine conversation, one always led to the other. She payed the driver and vacated the vehicle, she walked to her door and opened it. James' shoes were not in the cupboard in the hall. She kicked off her heels and trodded ino the kitchen, pulled out two slices of white bread and put them in the toaster. She waded back and forward as she waited for the heating to click on. On her seventh lap of the room she spotted a letter. She looked at it and read:
Katey, your weren't in so I went back to work, if I'm not back when you get this sorry!
Why did he do things like this? Kate understood her husband's need to work, but she felt there was more love between him and the office than he cared for her.
Though she hated thinking like this, she found it hard not to. She gave up all her ambitions when she married him. She was going to move to London and start a business, and be succsessfull... and probably fail. James provided money, and love and thats all she needed in her life.Unable to sleep she turned on the television and watch half an hour of drivel befor heading to her bed, only to struggle to keep her eyes closed. She kept the blinds up and stared out the window, couting the people that passed by became an enthralling sport.
"One... Two... Three" a yawn...
"... Four... Five... Six..." and then she slept.