‘I was in Morrisons last week, Tabitha was with her. Oh Thomas, she’s such a beautiful little thing. I thought, well I thought if we talked properly. I could persuade her to apologise.’
Martha felt his hand gently push into the middle of her back. ‘We’ve discussed this, Laura has made her own choice.’
‘I know, but it’s been nine years Thomas, I don’t want to miss the next ten years with Tabitha not even knowing her grandad Whitman.’
‘Martha, how can I care about a child I’ve never met.’
Her lips connected with his cheek, she gently wiped away the lipstick with a tissue from the table. ‘I won’t push you then, but think about it at least.’
His empty plate, and cup removed, Martha put them inside the near empty dishwasher. A couple of glasses taken from the top, she dipped one into soapy water, rinsed it, and dipped it in again.
Thomas joined her at the sink. ‘I’ve got to go. I’ll be late for work otherwise. I forgot to mention last night that I’ve a meeting tonight, so just cook dinner for yourself.’
‘To do with your promotion?’
‘In that case why don’t you take a taxi to work.’
‘Good idea, won’t harm for one day.’ Thomas said, as his clean-shaven skin smoothed into hers.
Martha watched him collect his briefcase. Now wasn’t the right time to have this conversation, maybe later when he wasn’t in a rush. ‘I’ll see you later darling, have a great day at work.’
‘Probably best you steer clear of town today.’