Tenement Funster

A Mother and a Princess...

Brian stood and watched as Roger flung his arms around his mother.  Both of them standing in the chilled blustery air on their front step.  Despite the cold air filling the house he did not speak or move.  Wanting to allow them their reunion.  

"Mum."  Roger blubbered as he held onto her and cried.  He was overcome with emotion at seeing here there.  It was surprise enough she had called but to find her on his doorstep was unbelievable.

"Roger...it's terribly cold."  his mother finally said as he released his grip on her.  Sniffling as he did so. 

"Please come inside." Brian beckoned to them since he saw the chance to say something.  "I'll get your case."  he offered as Roger took his mother's hand and led her through the doorway.  Brian picked up her suitcase and brought it in.  Grateful to close the front door and keep what remained of their heat.  He left it by the door as he observed Mrs. Taylor appearing a little uncertain.  Taking in the sight of the mews house.

"Take your coat off."  Roger suggested as he held out his hands for it.  His mother smiled and removed her coat.  Keeping her hand bag.

"I'll take it."  Brian said as he stepped over and took it from Roger.  Getting a smile from his boyfriend for his politeness.

"Have a seat."  Roger told her as they went over and got settled on the sofa.  Brian hung up the coat and observed the two of them seated next to each other.  It was obvious where Roger got his looks from.  His mother was still attractive in middle age and had blond hair and the same blue eyes that Roger did.   Her figure still slim and her plain lavender pantsuit tasteful. 

"Would you like something to drink?" Brian asked her.  Figuring she was chilled from being outside.  She smiled at him.

"A cup of tea would be lovely."  Mrs. Taylor replied.  Opening her handbag and pulling out a tissue.

"I will get us each a cup."  Brian advised as he went to the kitchen.  Still wanting to offer them some space.  Roger looked at his mother intently.

"What are you doing here?"  Roger questioned.

"I've come to tell you I've left your father."  she answered.  Roger's eyes went wide at the news.

"What made you decide to do that?"  he asked her.  Clearly surprised.  

"I didn't have a reason to stay anymore."  she responded.  "Your sister got married right before Christmas and just left for Canada with her new husband."  Mrs. Taylor explained.  "His family lives there and he has the promise of a good job and it is a fresh start for Clare."  she added as she dabbed the tissue in the corner of her eyes.  

"So she's gone." Roger stated sadly as he processed the fact he may not see his sister again.

"I'm afraid so."  she confirmed.  "With Clare gone I didn't have a reason to stay with your father any longer.  Once she told me her plans I made a plan of my own."  she revealed.

Brian was listening from the kitchen as he waited on the water and was enthralled by her story.  His back was turned to them both and he remained quiet so he caught every word.  

"What did you do?"  Roger then asked her.  Curious how she managed to leave.

"While your father was at work I went through the entire house and found things I could sell.  My better jewelry and some silver he never takes note of.  Things of value."  she advised.  "I sold them all and used the money to leave.  I left your father a note once he had gone to work yesterday and told him I was leaving him and not to look for me and I would be in touch through a solicitor about a divorce."  she divulged.  "I boarded the first train to London and here I am!"  she declared.