A Virtual Affair by Tracie Podger

Author:Tracie Podger [Podger, Tracie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

A week later the nursery was finished. Ben and I painted the walls a soft cream and I surprised myself with my artistry skills. I’d taken lots of photos over the years of animals while on my walks and I created a woodland theme on one of the walls.

“It looks amazing,” Kerry said. She had been ferrying items from their house in the car, much to Ben’s annoyance.

“I wish you’d sit down,” he said.

“I’m pregnant, Ben, not disabled,” she replied.

After some shelves had been fixed, I placed a photograph of my dad on one. We stood and remembered him in silence. I wanted to have him in the room; he would look after the baby when the time came for him, or her, to share the room.

“He would have been here nagging us,” I said.

“I know, but I bet he’s smiling now,” Kerry answered.

A day later the rooms were furnished. Ben and Kerry had stored most of their things in a friend’s garage, only bringing bedroom items, the baby’s things and some small kitchen appliances.

“I have an idea. How about we clear out the study? No one uses it, and you can put your sofa, TV, whatnot in there. It will give you your own space, some privacy,” I said.

A second day of moving furniture was arranged.

Ben had driven to the fish and chip shop. We were all exhausted and I sat with Kerry at the kitchen table.

“I’m going back down to Cornwall in November, so you’ll have the house to yourself for a week,” I said.

“Oh, sounds lovely. I’ve always preferred the beach in the winter.”

She didn’t push on who I was going with and I was glad; I’d hate to have lied to her.

“Ben did tell you he was picking nan up from the airport tomorrow, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he’s leaving early to avoid the traffic.”

“I’ve missed her. I’ll be glad to see her home.”

Mum’s stay in Scotland had extended way beyond the week she’d originally planned. I’d popped round to her bungalow on occasions to make sure everything was okay and I’d organised for some shopping to be delivered. We also had the dreaded task of packing up my dad’s clothes.

Mum had mentioned in our last phone call that she wanted to take his things to the charity shop. I’d told her there was no rush but there was no right time to do that, I guessed.

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