Cruel Mistress by Jill Stephens

Author:Jill Stephens
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
Published: 2019-05-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Fresh Start

Big trouble! I should have met Will at the ferry, but there was a panic at school and I couldn’t get away on time. He stamped his way up to the school and was waiting by the car. It is not like an ordinary job where you finish at a set time but this is difficult to predict and I don’t like asking for concessions. Anyway, by the time we got home and the dogs had given him an ecstatic welcome I think I was forgiven. It is really good to have him home again if only week-ending. Now that the ship is in refit, all the other officers are on leave but the engineers have to keep an eye on things so there is no peace for Will. A solitary ship down among the ice-fields can’t afford to have a breakdown on their one engine or they will end up like their namesake, stuck in the ice. Anyway, I am still busy at school. We are nearly at the end of the year with exams and report time coming up and that is always fraught.

I have just got my notice in and I shall be leaving at the end of term. One of my fellow students on the B.Ed. course is head of languages in another local school and he has offered me a job teaching French. They teach it properly there, too. I am really looking forward to it and will be with colleagues I admire. I have really done my best where I am and the pupils appreciate it. I shall miss them. Well, some of them!

Oh dear! Will is back to his old routine of the pub run again. That didn’t take long, but at least he has lots to do to catch up in the garden. I tried to do my best, but once the grass started growing again, it was a struggle. Starting the mower has always been a problem for me. You don’t marry an engineer and expect to deal with recalcitrant machinery!

Will won’t have a row with me even when I get really exasperated. He just goes quiet, goes off and grabs a bottle. I just burst into tears. I know I shouldn’t really as there is nothing men like less, but I am so frustrated. There is no point in getting a meal ready if he isn’t here. Then that is wrong. Or, if I get it, it will be cold before he gets in, and that is wrong again. He has been so spoilt on this trip!

Why does he always turn to the bottle? It would be better to talk about what is wrong, not go off and sulk on his stump. Is there some magic genie in the bottle? Doesn’t he realise how much I missed him and how lonely I was here on my own. Surely, he knows how much I love him? Does he really love the bottle more than me? I can’t fight that. I would fight off another woman but he is here in body if not in spirit.

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