5

Terry and June

AS

June had left school with few qualifications. Not because she wasn’t talented or clever, perhaps the opposite. She excelled at things she enjoyed like playing the piano and painting with water colours. She had left without any qualifications because none of what she was taught had any meaning in her life and she could see it being of little use in her future.

It was as she sat down with her small Americana that she was comforted by something her English teacher, Mrs Lydiard, had said to her. “Love can build bridges”. It wasn’t the context in which it was said but the words themselves. They were one of her strongest memories from her school years and perhaps they were the most important thing she had carried with her since her school days. Those words and Terry of course.

Throughout her life she had considered Mrs Lydiard’s words and they had helped her overcome difficulties and they also helped her make sense of a world that she increasingly felt less a part of. As something of a life mantra they had allowed her to tread lightly on the earth and extend kindnesses in ways that others might not.

June was not a religious person so she had little to fall back on when it came to faith. She had always invested in people. Her biggest investment and the one with greatest return was in her husband Terry. Both lacking social skills and neither driven by ego they had met rather awkwardly at a school disco when they were both 15. A friend had pretended to each of them that the other wanted to dance. And so without knowing they had been set up they did the turning round slowly dance to If You Leave Me Now by Chicago.

That school disco in 1976 turned out to be the start of a lifelong partnership. By the time they were 20 they were married and there was never any doubt that they would be together forever. They weren’t a couple who built a big social circle around themselves but they became well known for their generosity and for ways in which they participated in the community. They were well liked, although few people got to know them very well. They had successfully created a world in which they could be happy together.

For June, today marked ten years since Terry lost his life. He had died from a respiratory disease. Although difficult to prove now it is likely that his lungs had been damaged during pre-health and safety years working in the foundry. June and Terry had been inseparable and all their important life experiences had been shared.

Before Terry died they talked about how she might cope without him. Those conversations about death and her future could have been morbid and sad but they had given her great strength and courage. Never a couple to worry too much about what others might think they had agreed that even after he had died she should still take him out on trips. They hadn’t planned the detail but June knew it was a fine idea and one which made her happy. Their love for each other would build a bridge between life and death.

June kept Terry’s ashes in an unmarked urn in a small foam lined box. On her trips out she would use her shopping trolley to take Terry with her. No one knew they still shared days out together and to June it didn’t matter.

Today they were at their favourite cafe. As she took her seat she pulled Terry closer to her side.

(the) dream (is) on

EHY

she had spent too long living on her own

dreadful loneliness now a poisoned throne

 

she was sitting comfortably a daily routine

dreaming someone could fill the gaps between

 

a real conversation a kiss and a cuddle

bringing an end to this dreary old muddle

 

so yes she clicked on the dating website app

optimism overcoming fear that it was a trap

 

she tapped in hobbies likes and dislikes

found one who’s into jazz, going on hikes

 

she trusted the voice warm with laughter

and planned a walking trip the week after

 

they would meet first in the café, then bus

journey to the rolling hills; a promise of “us”

 

Overview

tac

MEMO TO ADMIN

Hi Trish, bit of an unusual one – passing it to you knowing you’ll be diligent and sensitive in following these instructions:

1- type up report, send to Mr Williams with his bill – mark it ‘FINAL INVOICE’ Any further requests from him put through to me – need to close him down without pushing him to another firm – tricky.

2 – type appendix, and text from the photographed letter – file them marked NOT TO BE SHARED WITH CLIENT

 

NEED TO KNOW INVESTIGATIONS

Discrete, professional and experienced – the answer to your concerns

Report

ref: XD-GW-008

Client: Mr Jospeh Williams

Brief:

Surveillance of Mrs Dorothy Williams age 62 during her weekly absences from the marital home.

Surveillance number 8:

Tuesday 23.01.18, 10am return to home address 11.50am.

Methods employed:

Discreet trail of subject on foot. Photographic evidence. Listening / recording equipment on hand but not required

Observations: 

Subject left home 10.05, smartly dressed with a red wheeled shopper. Walked for 20 mins, reaching Costa on Telford Rd 10.25. Drank one pot of tea sitting at an outside table (see photo), then ordered takeaway coffee. Left Costa 11.25. Subject returned home by the same route, carrying coffee.

During this surveillance subject did not use a mobile phone nor public telephone box. She spoke to nobody apart from the brief exchange with the barista.

Summary of case to date:

The subjects actions have been identical on each surveillance (total of 8). There is no evidence of her meeting or contacting anyone during her outings.

Recommendations:

Mr Williams – I thought you might appreciate a summary from me, as the senior and most experienced investigator at this firm. As you know we specialise in uncovering infidelity, and in this case I firmly believe that the concerns that your wife is having an affair are unfounded. It would be unprofessional to prolong your worry and expense by encouraging further investigation. My advice is that you rest assured there is no need to pursue this matter further.

 

Appendix

Mrs Williams was observed visiting the grave of Mr Harold Parkes (died three years ago) en route to Costa. She left a letter on the grave and spent some time in contemplation. Did not stay to drink at Costa (as stated in the report for Mr Williams, sitting down only long enough to order takeaway coffee.

Letter

My dear Harold, my love, my life.

I’m sorry I’ve not been to visit you for a while. Joseph retired a few weeks ago, and has become suspicious that I am unfaithful.

I know that through all the years of our wonderful love affair, you begged to rescue me from Joseph’s cruel treatment – I wish I had been brave enough to leave him. I couldn’t bear it now if my memories of you were tainted by Joseph’s discovery of our love, so this is my last visit. I will think of you and carry you in my heart always. Your D.

5. Woman at Cafe | © Same Scene Different Story | S_1010257

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