Chapter 7
365 Words
Michael
Some hours later, the level of the bottle has dropped considerably.
“So, you’re by yourself, working the clubs. What happened to your wife?” I ask, then as his face falls, wonder if I should have.
He takes a swig of his whisky. “We weren’t what you could call compatible. I didn’t realise how much so until our daughter left home for University, then she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Twenty-odd years of marriage and she was gone, just like that.”
Oh, crap. I really shouldn’t have asked….
Oh, crap. I shouldn’t have asked….“Oh…. Sorry, I shouldn’t have….”
He shrugs and takes another gulp of his drink. “It’s not your fault, is it? You’ve nothing to be sorry for. You’ve had the sense to keep yourself single.”
“Do you see your daughter?”
“No. Marlene took all the money, but told Georgetta that I was refusing to pay any maintenance. I’d gone for a clean break and paid her off all in one go, but Georgie doesn’t speak to me now. I pay her University fees. Perhaps one day she’ll come round.” He looks glum, playing with the glass. “She’s happy in her new life I think. No need for her to pay for the sins of her parents.” Another mouthful of whisky. “Now I live unencumbered.”
He starts to stand. “I’d better be getting back,” he says, “while I can walk straight….”
Too late….
“…. Thanks for your hospitality.”
“Where are you staying?” I ask, trying to steady him with my hand on his elbow.
“The Imperial.”
Not a good idea. You’ll get mugged or robbed or run over in the state you’re in….
“The Imperial? That’s right across town. It’s too far to walk at this time. Why don’t you sleep in the spare room for the night? You’ll enjoy the walk more in the morning when you have a clear head.”
“Um, that’s a very good offer. If I’m not in the way, yes, I would like that. Thanks.”
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