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COFFEE AT TIAMO'S - Part 2
Mary did see Jack a number of times after
he had found her purse in Tiamo’s and they enjoyed each other’s company
so much. They went to lots of interesting places around Manchester, and
even to Scotland where Jack was born.
About six months into their courtship Jack proposed to Mary. Mary said
she needed time to think as her eldest daughter was moving to a small
village in Cornwall. Rachel, Mary's daughter, had asked her to move
there with her. Mary really was in a turmoil. What should she do, accept
the proposal or move with Rachel to Cornwall? This was somewhere she had
always wanted to live after spending so much time there with her late
husband and children, when they were small.
Mary thought it only fair to let Jack know about her decision. Jack was
so kind to her when she told him and he said that it was entirely up to
her and he hoped she made the right choice; as did her friend Dianne
when she rang her and explained the situation.
After much thought, and a few sleepless nights, Mary made her decision.
She rang Jack and told him she was moving to Cornwall with her daughter
and renting her small terraced house to her nephew. Jack had a sad note
in his voice but wished her well nevertheless. She told him where her
new address would be and to feel free to get in contact with her.
Mary settled in so well and loved the little cottage which she and
Rachel had moved into. It had the name Honey Pot Cottage and was in such
an idyllic village. Everything was perfect with so many things there she
had always wanted. But every morning Mary waited for the post just to
see if there was a letter from Jack - but nothing.
It was afternoon and Mary had just made some beautiful scones and was
laying the table for herself, Rachel and her friend, when out of the
blue Rachel said: ‘Mum, why don't you give him a ring?’ Mary said: ‘Ring
who?’ Rachel replied: ‘Jack! I know you love it here but also I know you
miss Jack.’ That night Mary wrote Jack a letter, went to the post box to
post it, then put it back in her pocket. She just didn’t know what to do
for the best.
The next few weeks found Mary very restless. She really thought Jack
would have written to her. But like Rachel said, why didn't she write to
him? This was becoming silly.
Every morning, weather permitting, Mary and Rachel went along the
coastal walk with their little dog Bluey. Bluey was always excited when
you threw one of his toys. This time it was ages before the dog came
back, they were now getting worried. Then in the distance they saw the
dog and a man bent down stroking it. When the man stood up Mary couldn't
believe her eyes - it was Jack.
Her eyes moistened and she knew that she and Jack were going to get
together properly this time.
Margery Kenyon
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