me off just about sounds right. Actually I don’t think he was feeling very polite after being caught in that ridiculous position. Well, would you?’ Leigh chuckled lightly. ‘You should have seen him, Karen, he looked really stupid lying there on that fantastic carpet.’
‘I wish I had seen him. I would have told him what I thought of him. He had no right to expect you to … well, to…’
‘I should have guessed really. He’s been making funny comments for the last few weeks, but innocent that I am, I thought he was suggesting we got married.’
Karen spluttered with laughter. ‘You have such a trusting nature, Leigh. It’s just unbelievable!’
‘Not after last night I don’t. I must have seemed like a complete idiot to Gavin; he seemed to think I knew what his plans were. From now on I don’t intend to trust anyone unless they prove they’re worthy of that trust. Well, no man anyway. I should have known better. I’ve always been a lousy judge of character.’
‘It isn’t very nice to find something like that out about someone, especially in that way.’ Karen looked more closely at Leigh. ‘Did you get any sleep at all last night?’
‘Not really. Is that a polite way of telling me I look terrible?’
‘Well, you do look a bit tired. Why don’t you go to bed for a few hours? I’m going out anyway, so I won’t disturb you.’
‘I can’t, I’m afraid. I promised Mum and Dad that if I was doing nothing else I would go home for lunch and tea today. And it seems that I now have nothing else of importance to do,’ Leigh grimaced.
‘What about the party this evening?’
‘Oh, I’ll be back in time for that, but I must go home. My brother is playing football for the local team this afternoon and I suppose he’ll expect me to be there to cheer him on. Not that I feel much like shouting myself hoarse, but I can’t let him down.’
‘You won’t be in any fit state to go to Angie’s party tonight.’
‘Oh, I don’t know, the fresh air may wake me up. I just hope Gavin doesn’t decide to put in an appearance. I think I may make a scene if he does, and I would hate to do that. He wasn’t going, that’s why we went to his father’s house, but he might have changed his mind and come looking for some other poor unsuspecting female.’ Leigh yawned tiredly. ‘I think I’ll take a shower and try to wake myself up.’
Leigh arrived at her parents’ house just before lunch, thankful that her old Mini hadn’t broken down on the way as it was wont to do. It wasn’t very reliable, but it did get her from A to B, maybe with a few breakdowns on the way, but get her there it did.
She gave her mother the huge bunch of flowers she had collected from a florists on the way, looking about her expectantly. ‘Where is everyone?’
Her mother breathed in the perfume of the flowers appreciatively. ‘You shouldn’t have bought me these, I’ve told you to save your money. But they are lovely.’ She kissed Leigh on the cheek, bending to get a vase out of the cupboard and began arranging the long-stemmed flowers in its length. ‘Your father is at work this morning, Dale is at Janet’s, and Christopher is out with some of his friends, probably deciding how they’re going to win the match this afternoon.’
‘Nice of them all to be here,’ Leigh said teasingly.
‘Well, the thing is, love, that we never know for certain if you’re going to get here—that car of yours is so unreliable. I don’t know why you don’t let your father help you buy a new one.’
‘You know why, Mum. I really had to save hard to buy the Mini, and it’s nice to know I bought it with all my own money. I nearly didn’t get home anyway. I was going away for the weekend with a friend, but it didn’t work out.’ Oh boy, how it hadn’t worked out!
‘Oh well, never mind, perhaps you can go another weekend.’
‘Maybe. Will Chris and Dad be back for lunch?’ She wanted to get off that subject as quickly as possible.
‘They should be.’ Mrs Stanton studied her daughter’s pale tired face. ‘You’re looking a bit peaky, love. Been having too many late nights, or are you working too hard?’
‘A little of both, I think. I’ll be all right with a nice peaceful weekend. I’m supposed to be going out this evening, but I don’t know if I feel like going.’ Leigh had no intention of worrying her mother with the events of the evening before. Perhaps at a later date when she didn’t still feel so raw. Anyway, it was over now, and there was no point in upsetting her mother unnecessarily.
Chris and her father came in at that moment and Leigh rushed over to give her father a hug, which was reciprocated in kind. Leigh, as the youngest child and also the only girl in the family, had been spoilt by her father, although it wasn’t an affection that excluded his sons.
‘Where’s mine?’ Chris teased her before being given the same treatment as his father. He held her away from him. ‘Are you getting skinny, or do my eyes deceive me?’
Leigh laughed at her brother’s candidness. ‘I’m supposed to be thinning in the right places instead of just being straight up and straight down like a beanpole. You’re supposed to notice how attractive I’m becoming, not making remarks about my loss of weight.’
‘Oops! Sorry.’
‘Chris is only teasing you, love,’ said her father, bending down to put on his carpet slippers. ‘It makes me feel old to see you all growing up so fast, although we had to expect that when you wanted to leave home, Leigh.’
‘I didn’t want to, Dad, you know that. But it’s too far for me to travel every day, and you know I would have had to move into town sooner or later. Are you coming to the match this afternoon?’ she asked him.
‘I suppose I’d better come along and see these youngsters get thrashed again,’ he replied, the twinkle in his eyes belying his words.
Her father was proved wrong later that day when Chris and his team beat their opponents four-nil. Leigh predictably cheered them on until she was hoarse, and Dale and Janet turned up to cheer them on too. Dale was the eldest out of the three children at twenty-one, Chris was nineteen and just a year older than Leigh. Dale and Janet were thinking of getting married next year and Leigh knew her parents were pleased at the idea. All the family liked Janet and she and Dale had been going out together since they left school.
‘Are you coming home for Christmas, Leigh?’ her mother asked.
They were all seated around the fire after tea and Leigh was loath to leave the warm, comforting atmosphere.
‘Try and stop me,’ she grinned. ‘You know I love Christmas at home. Karen is probably going home too, but if she isn’t can I bring her here?’
‘Of course you can. One more at Christmas makes no difference, we always have plenty of food and drink. And you know Karen is always welcome here. Especially by Christopher,’ her mother added teasingly, laughing at her son’s red face. ‘Sorry, love, I was only playing.’
‘You have to get used to being ribbed like this, I’m afraid, son,’ grinned his father. ‘Dale’s had to put
