Available on Amazon – A fictional story of Martha. Follow her through her marriage, her reasons for staying, her reasons for lying, and her reasons for loving a man, who always wants to be in control.
‘You okay, you’ve hardly spoken during the taxi ride here?’
‘Must be coming down with something.’ Martha said.
She looked to the menu. What could she have as a change? Her meal with Laura was still heavy in her stomach. Before she could make her choice, Thomas snapped the menu shut. Ordered on her behalf.
‘We will have the lasagne and cheese topped garlic bread, with plenty of cheese,’ Thomas said.
Martha would have preferred a chicken salad, but the order had been made.
The waiter produced a bottle of red. Poured a small amount in a glass. Thomas sniffed the bouquet before he tasted a sample. He tapped the side until it was almost full.
Not touching the sides, his glass was empty in seconds. Thomas narrowed his eyes, as Martha spread some butter on a miniature wholemeal roll.
‘Did you go anywhere after you changed your books?’
‘Nowhere special.’ Martha said.
Red wine cascaded into his glass, filling it to the top. He drizzled the wine into Martha’s glass. ‘I tried ringing, but you were out nearly all day.’
‘I went into town.’ Martha murmured, thinking of all the missed calls on her mobile.
‘Why were you out for so long?’
Aware that Thomas would intuitively know if she lied, she stayed as close to the truth as she could. ‘I went to see Theresa.’
‘Oh her!’ his eyes darkened, ‘that busybody.’
‘I didn’t stay long,’ Martha responded immediately, ‘we just had a coffee, that’s all.’
‘You were out quite a while – did you see anyone else?’
The waiter put their meals on the table. ‘Is there anything else you require?’
Martha didn’t look away from Thomas. Refused the offer of another drink. Hoped he would do the same, but a whisky was ordered. She was about to remind him of his health, but the penetration of his stare seared deep into her soul.
‘I saw Laura and Tabitha. She asked me. I couldn’t really refuse,’ Martha hoped that he would take the news with some dignity.
‘So, is Laura still with that idiot?’
‘I think she’s still with Martin,’ Martha started to eat her meal, like a bird pecking at her food, ‘Tabitha is lovely, you should see her. She is growing up so fast. So much like Laura at the same age.’
‘Well, that was nice for you.’ He returned to his meal.