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Faith in Love
 

By

 

Liann Snow

 

 

Faith in Love
Copyright © 2002 by Liann Snow.  

 

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  No part of this book may be copied, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the expressed written permission of the publisher.

 

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ISBN: 0-9726459-0-X
 

This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.   Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

 

 

 

Thanks to Susan R. Skolnick at Artemis Press for having Faith!

 

Dedicated to Ruth.

 

 

 

 

= CHAPTER 1 =

 

 

 

Saturday, February 5

 

I can't believe it!  She looked at her just like a man would!  Bold as brass, the both of them!  If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes...

 

Isn't it amazing what you can see sometimes?  And your whole view of things can be changed in the wink of an eye.  Couldn't say how many times over the years I've stared out of this particular window, passing the time till a customer comes in, watching shoppers in the street and seeing nothing much to take my interest.  But that?  Well, that made an impression that did.  That gave me something to think about, and no mistake.

 

It was what you might call a moment of truth, like (I imagine) the moment when scientists discovered a prehistoric fish that was not, after all, extinct.  Like (I imagine) the moment when astronomers discovered the Earth was not, after all, the centre of the universe.  Like (I imagine) the moment when explorers first sailed their ships over the horizon and didn't, after all, fall off the edge of the world.  That's what it was like for me, that's for sure. 

 

Two women pass each other in front of the shop window through which I stare.  One, a young, dark haired girl, wheels a green bike on the pavement.  The other a blonde, older woman in a blue denim jacket saunters along seemingly unencumbered.  They catch each other's eye in passing, and in the flash of a millisecond, the older one gives the other one a glance so full of lust that I'm surprised the girl doesn't faint on the spot.  I'm surprised too that the plate glass I'm staring through hasn't melted into a hot gluey pool. 

 

The two women carry on walking, getting further and further apart.  To them perhaps, it was not such a memorable event.  To me it was a revelation.  Like so many before me, I have discovered that life is not as I thought it was.  The world is not flat after all.  That one electric glance was enough to prove it. 

 

I almost wish one of my colleagues was here to share my momentous discovery, but I don't think that Pearl, nice as she is, or my boss, Owen, would have been useful witnesses; neither of them possessing the detachment necessary to appreciate it.

 

I will have to find some other confidante. 

 

~ ~ ~

 

Teatime.

 

"I saw a woman today, Don."

 

"Oh, yeah."  He folds his paper at the sports page.

 

"Unusual, she was." 

 

"What like?" says Carol. 

 

"Oh, I don't know!  Anyway, I'm talking to your father."

 

"What's that?  Some woman?  What about her?" says Don. 

 

"Oh, it doesn't matter.  It's nothing really."

 

"Lots of strange types these days, dossers, winos, druggies – women
and
men.  In rags, some of 'em.  Don't know how they live...  Is there any more tea?" 

 

"I'll put some more water on.  Carol, don't do that!"

 

"What, mum?"

 

"Picking your nose.  You know you were."

 

"I was
not
!"

 

"Just stop it Carol or you'll never grow up to be beautiful."

 

"Like
you
, I suppose."

 

"Now then young lady," says Don.  "You could do worse than look like your mother, when you get to her age."

 

"Don!"

 

"What?  I mean, Faith, you're looking good for your age.  You wouldn't want to be like one of those bimbos in the paper would you?  Now then girl, get the tea on, I'm parched."

 

 

Sunday, February 6, breakfast time
.

 

Don and Faith are in the kitchen.  Don is reading a Sunday newspaper.

 

Don says, "There's a lot of those sort of women around these days.  They're not all they're cracked up to be.  Some of them don't know what they're missing.  Some do.  Haven't found the right man, that's all it is.  Shouldn't say so perhaps, but it's true just the same."

 

Faith's thoughts are fluent but unspoken: he watches too many smutty videos if you ask me.  Gets real life mixed up with fantasy.  That's what he'd like to believe, more like.  Can't imagine many of those real lesbians lying back waiting for a randy man.  Like that one in the street, she wouldn't do that.  The older one, I mean.  Neither would the younger one, I expect.

 

Her spoken reply is more circumspect: "Hmmm.  Anyway, can you give Carol a shout?  Her toast is nearly done.  She can put her own beans on.  And I'll have that newspaper after you, Don, if you don't mind."

 

"Suit yourself.  It's the one you don't like though."

 

"It's the only one you bought.  I'm going to have to get something decent delivered on a Sunday.  Something that isn't all nudes and scandal."

 

"You'll be lucky."

 

 

Monday, February 7

 

  "Is it just us this morning Pearl?  When's Owen coming in?  Did he phone yet?  Don't know what's up with him, it's the third time this month he's only worked half day.  Turning into a part-timer.  Must be that new young wife keeping him busy.  That's what Don would say anyway.  Still he is the boss so I suppose it's up to him what he does.  I'm sorry I'm late by the way, everything went wrong that could go wrong.  First Don lost some important papers from work, though it beats me why he brings stuff home, he's not even a full manager, and as for Carol, well, I just couldn't get her up.  I know she's not a baby; ought to take responsibility for herself.  I agree, yes, but, well, I just can't help it, I have to get them both out of the house before I leave.  Habit more than anything else I suppose.  I just wouldn't be able to concentrate otherwise, then where would we be?  Now where did we get up to in the saga of my bizarre family-by-marriage?  Oh, wait a minute, here's that woman for her cottage cheese and anchovy sandwiches and her thick sliced Bloomer.  Quick!  You get the sarnies sorted, I'll go out the back for an armful of loaves.  No, I know she'll only want one but I can see you haven't been in long yourself, the shelves are practically empty.  Hurry up now, we'd better get a move on or Owen'll turn up and think we're on strike."

 

~ ~ ~

 

"Phew!  That's got rid of that lot!  I don't know where they all come from, all at once.  Well, let's get back to the soap opera!  Now, where were we?  Like I was saying, for whatever reason, Don's brother Phil's wife wouldn't put up with him.  She just walked out one day and never came back!  (Lucky there weren't any children, don't you think, Pearl?  She'd have had to have thought twice then, wouldn't she?) Anyway, she's got a new man now, Don says.  A better one!  I ask you Pearl, where does he get his information?  His own brother, too.  It's a bit heartless, I must say.  I tell you, Pearl, he's more of a gossip than I am, though he'd never own up to it.  Probably call it scientific research or detective work or say he's doing an academic study or something. 

 

But think of it, a new man!  I couldn't be doing with a new one, myself, could you?  I wouldn't know where to start.  Fancy, having to get to know a new bloke, and him trying to tell you what's what, like they always do.  Couldn't be doing with any of that – no way!  Could you, Pearl?  Would you be up to it?  Now, come on, don't laugh, you'll be sick on the Almond Fancies!  Now Pearl, don't be so bashful!  You must have thought of it once in a while, what it might be like with someone else, another man, I mean.  I don't just mean sex – come on now Pearl, we all do it, even you, you've been married twenty years if you've been married a day and you've got three teenage daughters and a son.  You didn't find them under the gooseberry bush!  You amaze me, Pearl, you really do.  How can you be so bashful after the life you've had?  Still, it's not a bad quality, I must admit.  Makes a change these days, that's for sure."

 

 

Tuesday, February 8

 

"Has your husband got any interest in football, Pearl?  My Don's a Manchester United fan.  Used to be Tottenham Hotspurs, but he changed.  I didn't know they could switch from one team to another, but seems you can.  I thought it was for life, something you're born with and couldn't alter, like the colour of your eyes before they invented coloured contact lenses.  But no, from Spurs to Man United my Don went; from South to North as it were.  Told me he followed a player that got transferred.  Can't recall what his name was.  Somebody famous, though.  Went for millions.  Took my Donald with him."

 

 

Wednesday, February 9

 

"No, but you wouldn't believe it Pearl, football has a healing effect on him.  No, really, I'm sure they're
all
like that!  Last Christmas, for example, (you would have had to have been there to appreciate it), Don was so ill it was a shame to see him.  He had shingles in his back, very painful, and horrible to look at.  Pretty well spoilt the festivities for all of us.  (It's stress causes it.  I read it in a leaflet I got from the doctor's.)  So anyway, it lasted weeks, even though he had tablets.  And then, would you believe it, once the football season was properly underway again, he was out of bed and back up there like a shot from a gun.  Cheered him up no end, it did.  Right as rain in no time.  Didn't I say he goes up to watch all the home games?  That's why I don't begrudge him his trips up there, it does him the world of good."

 

 

Thursday, February 10

 

Faith is standing in her kitchen.  She is ironing.  It is her day off.  Faith is surprised to find herself quite upset. 

 

Oh dear!  Don's off again tomorrow night.  Doesn't seem that long since the last time, not two weeks that's for sure.  Still, could be worse I suppose, could have some awful hobby like, I don't know, drinking to excess or snail racing or something.  Sometimes though, I have to admit I feel a lot less comfortable with this than I do at other times.  I think it's the sheer inevitability of it that depresses me.  It's as if nothing could keep him from it, like there's a giant magnet drawing him away. 

 

It would be easier for me if he could share this passion with me just a little.  I'm no football fan, far from it, but he could at least be a little less surly when I say "How did they do?"  I know that the result and even the match report as well will be in the papers and on TV that day or the next, but that's not the point.  I'm trying to make a stronger bond between us when I ask questions like that and if he could be a little more understanding I'd be a lot happier.  At least he could try to see that I mean well – that I'm trying to show an interest.

 

I think though, that the real problem is that for him, following football is a masculine thing, something he takes pride in and pins his identity on.  I think that if I try to get involved it threatens his self-respect and dignity as a man, which is why he gets so ratty.  I'm not saying it ought to be like that, I think it's quite sad; for him as well as me. 

 

Anyway, it's Thursday again which is my day off, so enough of gloomy introspection.  What fun-packed day off can I organise for myself this time?  (I just wish I wasn't left alone quite so much.  And maybe as well, I sort of half wish I had an all-consuming interest outside of work and family like Don does.  Something to rivet my attention, to inspire me.)  Can't see it though.  Maybe I'm not the type, too levelheaded.  Too repressed some might say. 

 

What became of my magic moment of truth?  That didn't do much to change my life did it?  It was only last week but it seems like a dream now.  Can't even remember the actual so-called truth that was supposedly revealed.  Something to do with possibilities, I think.  Which is really the last thing I need.  What earthly good could more possibilities do someone like me?  I can't even sort the possibilities I've got right now so as to come up with useful or amusing alternatives to spending my precious Thursday off in the launderette.  More possibilities would only offer more chances to make the wrong choice or more occasions on which to disgust myself with my own inertia.  It's bad enough now. 

 

 

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