Her throat was a little dry, Martha drank her juice in one. When Thomas came over, she took a step back against the mantlepiece. The sharp edges of the crystal vase caught her skin.
‘Martha, it’s getting late, I must start the meeting,’ Thomas said.
‘If you’ve no objections Thomas, Martha can sit next to me on the sofa.’
‘Fine with me Fred,’ Thomas said, and motioned her to sit down.
Charles sat in Thomas’s chair, and clinked on his empty glass to start the meeting. All heads turned to Thomas, as his chest puffed out like an expectant chicken.
‘Now we’ve sampled Martha’s delicious food, we’ll start the meeting,’ Thomas said.
‘May I say Thomas, and I speak for all of us that Martha has surpassed herself this evening,’ Mr Stoddart said.
‘Well said man, she’s a wonderful woman,’ Charles said, the tip of his nose a little red.
Lips together for a second, Thomas scanned the room. ‘Yes, well done Martha!’
Everyone looked in her direction, but Martha could only concentrate on Thomas. ‘Just to let all our dear friends know, my wonderful husband has an interview in a few days. I wanted to wish him luck, not that he needs it. This time next week he will be assistant manager at Shepperton’s printing works.’
The whole room erupted in a union of cheers.
‘Well you’re a dark horse Thomas, but you’ll walk that interview,’ Charles said.
I haven’t got the job yet but thank you Martha.’
Martha looked down to her carpet and shifted a few centimetres away from Fred. She held her empty glass with both hands.