His mended heart

Chapter Eighteen : Gone

John filled her glass up for the second time. Both want to get pissed on cheap booze. John and Rosina laughing at old jokes. Esme went into the kitchen to check the food ready for tomorrow whilst refilling on alcohol herself

Rosina's black dress hooking onto the ends of the seat as she controlled her laughter

"Haha" John kicked his legs up in laughter

"It is not that funny" Rosina frowned eventually joining in
"It is funny" Rosina kicked John's leg earning a groan from him

The birds squawked making them both annoyed

"Hey, want to shoot some fucking pheasants"

"Oh yes, John" both of them pretending to squawk.

"Come on yous" John ruffled the dog's thick fur waking them from their slumber
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Bang, bang, bang

"Fucking birds" The pair both mumbled

"Here comes one" Rosina pointed

John taking inactive pointed his rifle and aimed high for the bird
"Bang"

"Bullseye" as the bird landed on the ground
Another one came, Rosina, this time took control. With a cigarette in her hand and shooting with the gun, John lent her, with her other hand.

"Bang"

Another bird dropped to the ground

"Fucking birds" Rosina smoked on the cigarette.

A familiar car roared

"Ada" Rosina sighed ready for the lecture to come

"Come on" John placed the toothpick back into his mouth. Rosina still smoking the cigarette, strode down the hill with John.

Ada looked up once again to see John and Rosina loading down the hill
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"Thought we lost you to the Great White Way of Broadway"

"No, well this beats Watery Lane, John"

"Does it? Here, take a seat, I'll grab the kids"

"No need I'm not stopping, just wanna drop those presents off for tomorrow,

"Don't tell Rose but there's a couple of presents in there for Albie from Tommy. Lizzie asked me to drop them off "

Placing the pile of presents on the seat, she adjusted a frame on the wall.

"Alright" John sighed

Rosina trudged in not even bothering to acknowledge Ada's presence

"Hello, Rose" Ada beamed. Rosina ignored her and picked up a glass taking the bottle of whiskey on the side with her to the kitchen

"Not talking to me, eh" Ada sighed to herself

"Can you blame her?" John sat down took a fresh bottle of whiskey poured himself a glass

"I don't want words on Christmas Eve though"
"Well it's my house, you're welcome" 

"It's okay, I'm staying with Polly"
"You still gonna come to the party on New Year's Eve?"
"Yeah, who else is coming"
"Arthur, Linda-" Two pairs of heels echoed through the hall, and the wives both walked in a bit tipsy

"Hello you two"
"Who paid for your car and driver, Ada" Esme knelt by the door

"Shelby company limited, I suppose" Rosina inferences as her throat burned with the whiskey that she was downing