‘It’s freezing. Don’t the heaters work?’
‘I don’t like the heat.’
Darren shuddered and heaved a sigh. ‘It must get really lonely here.’
Peggy coughed into her white lace hanky and leaned forward to pick up the bowl of soup Darren’s wife had packaged. She hated tomato soup but Annette was such a nice girl.
‘Great soup, right?’
Peggy forced a smile and nodded as she slurped it up.
‘It would be nicer if you had someone to cook hot meals everyday and even nicer if you had people to share them with.’
‘You and Annette are moving in? That would be nice.’
Darren was caught off guard. ‘No Mother, we’re not moving in.’ Yet, he would have added but went on. ‘Have you given my little suggestion any thought since last time.’
‘What suggestion? My memory isn’t what it used to be.’ Continue reading