This is the sixth part of a fiction serial, in 735 words.
I wanted to send Justina home in a taxi, and offered to pay. But she got the late bus instead, after telling me she had really enjoyed herself, and would be very happy to see me again. Due to her punishing work routine, it was only weekends at first. She was up in the dark, to go into the city and clean in offices before they opened. Then she went home for a rest in the aftenoons, before doing it all again in offices that had just closed. I thought it must be an awful life, but she just shrugged and said it was a good way to make money, as it racked up a lot of hours. And she knew more about buses in London that I had ever learned.
The working week was now spent looking forward to seeing her at weekends. I deliberately avoided waiting around to see her at the office, just so she wouldn’t think I was getting creepy. By the end of the month, I had seen her three more times, and at the end of that date she brought up the question of sex. “You don’t ask me back to your house, Francis. What’s wrong? You don’t think Justina is attractive?”
I loved the way she pronounced my name. ‘Frannn-ssiss’.
After blabbering on a bit about not wanting to be pushy, and being respectful. I told her I didn’t want to rush things, and was waiting until she was ready. She had an answer for that. “Well I am your girlfriend, no? And I am ready now”.
Everything about that night seemed natural, and perfectly normal. Neither of us had anything to prove, nor sought to impress with stamina or showy antics. It was as if we had always been together, and for the first time in my life I made love instead of having sex. She was relaxed and unembarrassed around me. Walking around the bedroom naked, and using the bathroom without closing the door. I loved that closeness, that easy familiarity.
Over breakfast the next morning, she sat grinning at me wearing one of my sweatshirts. She wiped her mouth using the back of her hand, and stared straight into my eyes. “I think you really love your Justina, I feel it’s true”. I might usually get fed up up with someone referring to themself using their own name, but in her case it was just so cute. I told her she was right, and her wide mouth spread into a huge smile. “Then good. Because Justina loves you too. Very much”.
After that, we didn’t have to keep saying it. We both had the confidence of knowing it just was.
Naturally, it wasn’t long before I suggested that she move in, and try to get a job with better hours. I looked online and found that Newham Council were looking for bilingual classroom assistants. The pay worked out about the same, but the hours were far more civilised. I helped her with the application forms, and she got an interview. When she took time off from her cleaning job to go to it, they didn’t pay her. Luckily, she passed the vetting process to work with children, and was offered a job. It made her so happy, and she kept telling me she had never even thought about applying for anything else before.
The Sunday before she was due to start, I drove her over to her room in Neasden to collect her stuff. She didn’t want me to go inside with her, so I waited in the car parked a few doors up the street. Forty-five minutes later, she appeared carrying two large carrier bags, and a big sports holdall. That was it. Nothing else. All those years working and living in London, and that was all she had to take with her.
The drive back was tiring, with solid traffic everywhere, even on the short cuts I had worked out. Justina reached over the gearstick and squeezed my knee all the way home, her arm moving up and down as I changed gear. When I finally pulled into my parking space at close to six at night, she turned and gave me a serious look. I wondered if she had regrets about leaving her friends in the shared house, but she wasn’t thinking about that at all.
“Thank you, Francis. You have changed my life”.
Aww… I loved this episode.
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Glad to hear that, Jennie. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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As happy as they are right now, I have a feeling that it won’t be long until things go south.
“What’s wrong? Is Justina starting to get on your nerves?”
“What gave it away? Could it be the way Francis’s brow furrows every time Justina speaks in third-person?”
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Well it is a ‘flashback’ of course, so we already know they don’t stay together. But you will soon find out what happened beteen Frankie and Justina. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m late to the party!
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Busy day? Or sunbathing? π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hah my sunbathing days are long gone! I’m getting Sundays history post ready, 1,130 years worth, tomorrow I might get it finished but there’s oodles of research for this one. You’ll need tea and biscuits, a toothbrush and sleeping bag when you visit the blog!!π€£π€£
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Okay. I will make sure to oil my office chair before I open the post. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I certainly picked up on the detail of him having to wait in the car. Someone I know had to wait in the car because the other person in question was married. Or so I heard!
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I’m sure you are not talking from personal experience of course. π Glad you spotted that though. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have no personal experience. All my information comes from books. (and I have a bridge for sale in Brooklyn for you)
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Sold! π
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(1a) “But she got the late bus instead…” Better late than never.
(1b) Justina sometimes gets pissed off at buses: “So you are a motor bus! All bounce and go, and no consideration for anybody. But I can get along without you. Don’t you think I can’t!” (Justina’s friend, Eliza, agrees that some buses doolittle to please passengers.)
(1c) And then there was the day that a street bum begged Justina to pay his bus fare. After she refused, he pulled a knife and said, “Just pay my fare, lady!”
(2) “I deliberately avoided waiting around to see her at the office, just so she wouldnβt think I was getting creepy.” Instead, Frankie went to bars and pubs. He might not be creepy, but he’s a night crawler.
(3) I’m reminded of a popular Lithuanian song:
β¬ If you’re going to San Frannn-ssiss-co
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you’re going to San Frannn-ssiss-co
You’re gonna meet some gentle people there β¬
(4) How does Justina pronounce Mississippi?
(5) Overheard…
Justina: “Do you want sex with your Justina?”
Frankie: “I donβt want to rush things. I’d rather wait till you’re ready.”
Justina: βWell I am your girlfriend, no? And I am ready now.β
Frankie: “NOW?! But we’re in the middle of Trafalgar Square!”
(6) I think Justina should have hooked up with Luke. Remember what Frankie said about Luke’s flat? “I didn’t understand why he didnβt employ a cleaner. He had a great job, and earned twice as much as I did.” Justina could have been Luke’s cleaner! Plus, he’s got more money to spend on her!
(7) “All those years working and living in London, and that was all she had to take with her.” I guess she decided to leave behind her three bambinos…for now.
(8) “Justina reached over my knee and squeezed my gearstick all the way home, her arm moving up and down as I…” Oh, never mind! I think there’s a glitch in my copy/paste.
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I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist that gearstick! Thanks for the Eliza Doolittle connections. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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It’s heating up, Pete. Still waiting for Becky.
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She turns up eventually, Don. π
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Well told story, Pete. Looking forward to the next turn in the tale…
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Thanks, John. The ‘backstory’ behind Part One, as usual! π
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I loved this!
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That makes me very happy to hear, Not Fluff. Thank you.
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Not Fluff is a funny name, isnβt it? π Looks funny when addressed π
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Should I call you Hastimir instead? π
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No I like fluff and not fluff better. where is that?
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Okay, Not Fluff it is. Your name is on the email notification of your comment, sent to me by WordPress.
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Not Fluff it is! π
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If you ever want to send me a guest post, no need to use your real name. π
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Ok! That sounds great π
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but we all know it now π
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She is a mystery, but then even those of us who think our lives are an open book are mysteries to most others. Warmest regards, Theo
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Yes, there is an attraction to ‘mystery’ though. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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And there’s me hoping they would be happy.
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And how do you know they won’t? π
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Because this is only part 6! and he is in a stroll down memory lane. Warmest regards,Theo
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Exactly! Remember Part One, and he is with Becky. π
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I hope she’s not setting the poor guy up. I really do.
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I’m trying to stay positive about Justina, Pam. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hmm. Why did she make him wait in the car. Iβm suspicious.π€
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Thanks for noticing that detail, Kim. π
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While I wouldnβt be presumptuous and say I know how you think, I have gotten familiar with your writing twists my friend.π
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Ah, but is it twist, or a misdirection? AHA! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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π€¦π»ββοΈ
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I love the unfolding… so very curious about Justinaβs life at the shared house. Also canβt wait for the next episode.
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Thanks, Beck. Was that becuase she made him wait outside in the car? π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes that- couple with the last line βThank you, Francis. You have changed my lifeβ.
Also, he parked several doors down. Like she wouldnβt even let him get close. Interesting layers.
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Left out a βdβ in coupled… oops
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Parking several doors down is not unusual in North-West London.,He was lucky to find a space at all!
Glad you noticed that she left him in the car though. I hoped readers would get that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ha! Ok… so never experienced North-West London. (Hope to rectify that some day) Never really experienced big city parking/living either. Iβm adding layers that donβt exist! But thatβs not unusual for me – Iβm known for reading between lines that arenβt even there. Drives my husband insane…
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I could write a whole blog about parking issues around London… You weren’t to know. π
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Great. Can’t wait for the next episode.
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Thanks very much, Mary. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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