Richard
267 Words
Richard
Elizabeth walks in, dirty and unkempt. She flops down into a chair.
“You look exhausted my Love. How's the house clearing going?”
“Oh, you have no idea. It’s all bottles and jars now for recycling.” She pulls a face. “Mainly whiskey bottles. Old newspapers, all tied up with string and kept. There’s been rats nesting in some of them, but he kept them anyway. And yet more old paperwork cleared out from the back of the attic.”
A tap on the door, a pause, then Ross pops a head around the door. “Would you like a bath running, Mrs Haswell? Or something to eat?”
“Oh Ross. Thank you. Yes, both would be lovely. You’re a life saver.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiles then retreats back out again.
“Whiskey bottles, eh? That doesn’t sound too good. Speaking of which, would you like a drink?”
“I would, but not whiskey. A glass of wine would be lovely.”
I pour two glasses of a Rioja James recommended. Rolling it around my mouth, it is indeed, rather good. I sit beside my tired wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Anything interesting in the paperwork?”
“I’m not sure.” She sounds thoughtful as she sips her wine. “This lot doesn’t seem to be like the rest, just accumulated rubbish. He had it stashed right out of the way, and in careful storage too, in wooden crates rather than just cardboard boxes. I took a quick look. It seems to be old company paperwork.”
“Really? Michael should enjoy looking through that then. He seems to be one of life’s natural detectives. Having something solid to work on should put a smile on his face.”
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