‘I love it, and I get to meet some very interesting characters. You’ll have to come to my gallery one day and I’ll show you around.’
‘I would love to.’
On his third glass of wine, Thomas swallowed the last of his bottle. He moved closer to Martha. She concentrated on refilling everyone’s glasses. Maybe he would allow her to see the art gallery? She would love to look at how the painters used their different brush strokes.
‘I must compliment you on the wine,’ Martha took a sip of her drink. ‘Where did you get it?’
‘Morrisons,’ Susan grinned. ‘That’s where I saw you.’
Martha’s startled gaze looked to Thomas.
‘Your daughter looks like you, and that adorable little girl, you must be so proud.’
Stopped in mid conversation, Thomas faced his wife. ‘You saw Laura?’ he uttered calmly.
‘Yes. She was shopping when I went to get the food today.’
Thomas took a deep breath and time seemed to stop. ‘That was nice for you.’ The vein in his neck throbbed. For a second his eyes narrowed, but seconds later he turned back to Simon. ‘I was talking to Mike the other day about modernising the department.’