Sharon woke up the next morning with a splitting Headache and a temperature, so she didn't have to lie to David when she called him at home.'I flew home a night early, I'm coming down with the flu, started throwing up and it's so hateful being I'll in hotels. I didn't miss any of the conference though, just the ball and Bryan is there to cover everytime that does happen.David was sympathetic. 'Don't worry about it. I think that you did the right thing. I hate being I'll in hotels myself'.'How are you? Feeling any better?' she asked, reminded that he had been ill before they left. In fact that was the reason she had had to go to the conference with Bryan in the first place. How much different she would have felt today if he had gone with her. She broke off a sigh Incase he heard it and started asking questions.I'll be back on Monday. I'm okay', he said. 'Maybe you caught the same bug I had? I hope I didn't give it to you. Have you got a headache?''Frightful one'. But she suspected
After the call, Sharon went over the Japanese stock market, observing all the shares they held and how they were doing. She had an appointment with a Japanese client that afternoon and wanted to know what she was talking about when she met him.She was coming out of the beautiful building which housed the bank at Lunch time when she saw Bryan strolling towards her from the taxi that had just dropped him.He looked at her and in his head, he thought, 'Look at the lady who made him feel less than what he was. She tries to put me down at all times but she does not know that I cannot be out down. I am like a mountain that cannot be shaken. Instead of allowing myself be put down by the likes of her, I shall cease to be Bryan Ferdinand. She reported sick but there is no sign of the I'll health in her. She looks as cool and as beautiful as ever and I want her desperately but I'll be damned if I'd let her know after hurting my feelings at every turn,by flinching away from me, from my touch bu
Sharon was working late one November night and the month was a grey and drizzly month in the year.Everyone else had gone home but she had to finish some research on a new investment programme they were working out for a big pension fund.She stopped to massage her eyes, Chinese fashion, her elbow on the desk and her palms pressed into her eyes, shutting out light and easing the strain on the iris, at the same time, letting her mind go blank. When she was very tired, this often helped to revitalize her for a while.She was totally unaware of Bryan's approach until he touched her shoulder.Then she whirled round, her gree eyes in shock.'Oh! It's you. Don't creep up to me like that. You nearly made my heart stop''Snd we wouldn't want that, would we?' he said dryly and she felt herself flush. You have to be on your toes when you talked to him, he used double meanings like thorns under the skin.She let that one go by without comment.'Why are you still working? You've got a long flight
The family had a hill farm in the border lands between England and Scotland made little money but her father loved it dearly.He was happy getting up before the sun broke through, looking after stock, mending dry stone walls, injecting sheep against the dozen or so diseases they were prone to, doing all the kinds of job that needed doing on the farm at any time of the year.Her father was a big man but though he was still tall, he now stooped. He had lived a hard life but it was the life he had chosen for himself and he never regretted it nor complained.Sharon's mother never complained either nor gave any sign of resentment for toughness of her daily life. She worked as hard as her husband, indoors and out. She made the bread they ate, fed the hens and collected their eggs, killed them too and cooked them.She washed the clothes and linen, ironed and baked and scrubbed and cleaned.There was never any money and this had spurred Sharon on to achieve all she possibly could. She soon un
Two periods missed. She couldn't be going to have Bryan's baby. It was not possible. She was afraid to go to her doctor. She did not know what he would say Because if it was not what she suspected, which she couldn't even voice aloud to herself even in the privacy of her room so that it would not become reality, then what was wrong with her?Her doctor, was stuffy middle aged man who didn't look like he would be sympathetic was not the type of person she could go to and tell that she thought that she might be pregnant.So, she went to the chemist and bought a do - it - yourself pregnancy test. The procedure was complicated but she knew that she wouldn't rest until she found out. She could not wait till the next day but did it that evening.The result was positive. She stood looking at it with white face and shadowy eyes. She was carrying, Bryan's baby. Her stomach twisted in protest and dismay.Oh, how had she been so wreckless and stupid? This was a complication' and consequence sh
She was still trying to make up her mind what to do when she and David flew to Frankfurt in November to have a series of meetings with Gerhard and other top German bank officials.When the business of the day was over, Gerhard showed them Frankfurt's night life.They were staying in a grand hotel of the type David most enjoyed. Each evening,Gerhard arrived in a chauffeur driven Limousine to take them out to dinner and dance. David tired early and would suggest that Sharon should stay on till later but she wouldn't hear of it. 'I have to get up early too', she would protest and go back to the hotel when he went.For David, the best night was the one when Gerhard took them to the City Opera at the arts complex. David managed to stay awake for that but in their last night in Frankfurt, he went to bed early and didn't come out at all.Gerhard took Sharon to the latest disco to open in Frankfurt. They shouted at each other and danced in a darkness split every second by a revolving flash of
It wasn't until they were back in London and driving through the rainy city that David asked in a low voice pitch so that the driver could not hear him, 'When is it due?'She didn't want to answer but after some time she muttered, 'June'.David was silent for sometime, she could almost hear him thinking. Then he said, 'Have you made any plans yet? Will you marry the father?'She shook her head, looking out the window, her pale profile rigid.She hoped Davi d would stop asking questions but he quietly went on. 'Wasn't it serious Sharon? Just a brief affair, was that it?'She laughed suddenly bitterly angry. 'Brief is the understatement of the year. It was one night. Only one night and this had to happen! Life is unfair'.David looked stunned. No doubt he was shocked.He himself was not a man given to promiscuity and she sensed that he hadn't imagined that she would be either. Useless now to protest that it had been wildly out of character. That she had never intended for it to happen, t
David stroked her rich auburn hair with a gentle hand. 'I asked myself those same questions when I had that crash and killed Elizabeth. I would have given my life to save hers, yet I was the one who killed her. It was such cruel irony. I never got an answer and still don't have one. These things happen out of the blue to anyone without rhythm or reason and it's no use complaining that they're not fair'.She was silent for a moment,then asked huskily, 'Ate you absolutely sure that there is no chance of an operation? Wouldn't it be worth taken a risk?'David shrugged, 'They've told me that there was almost no chance of them removing the tumour without killing me and I have been rushing to put my affairs in order. If I had died a few months back when they first suspected the tumour, I'd have left chaos behind me. I hadn't made proper provision about anything. My wife's death invalidated my only will and I had serious decisions to make and now I have tidied things up. One of my decision