Chapter Thirteen
Maid Up
“I’m home…”
Edith’s voice rang out to no reply.
She glanced up at the stairs to see that the bedroom door was closed and wandered into the kitchen wondering where Simon had got to. Clearly there was much to do, so many small things that she had to get straight. For starters, she really had to insist that he was there to greet her at the door after a hard day’s work. Take her coat and hang it, straighten the shoes that she kicked off…
The thought made her smile and she decided that it could easily be arranged.
Ah, there he was!
Bending down by the washing machine, showing the tops of the blue candy-ringed stockings under his hem as he bent to fill the drum. She stood for a moment and took in the scene, realising that another touch was required. Never mind, at
