Connie's Cafe/Book Shop

Chapter 11 Sunday

As the cold water from the shower head splashed into Connie's face she couldn't help thinking about Dean.

She was definitely in love. Although it was true that she had only known him for four days but already he was the centre of her thoughts. She remembered the picnic and afterwards at the apartment. Before leaving he had kissed her so gently, leaving her wanting more.

She turned the shower off and stepped out wrapping herself in her large, soft towel. Walking over to the basin she looked at herself in the mirror while she reached for her toothbrush. She sighed as she saw the scar on her arm, she wished it would go away as she wished Sundays would go away.

As soon as the thought came to her mind she quickly dismissed it, how could she be so cold hearted as to wish Sundays away. She wasn't the one suffering, how could she be so selfish.

She quickly finished off in the bathroom, changed, picked up her bag and headed out.

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She entered the little supermarket, glancing at the large clock on the wall she saw it was just gone 3 pm. She had finished her visit to her family and needed a couple of things. She picked up a bottle of wine and a couple of small groceries and headed for the counter. Connie hated Sundays, her visits always made her feel sad, frustrated, lonely and above all helpless.

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Back at the apartment she went into the kitchen and made herself a quick sandwich and opened the bottle of wine. She took the plate and glass over to the sofa and turned on the t.v. today is t.v. day.

She spent the next three or four hours mindlessly flicking through the channels. Dean had asked her to meet up and go out for lunch but of course she had had to decline gracefully, Sundays were family days, even though they were stressful days, but it was early yet with Dean, although she felt so much for him, she really didn't feel comfortable with explaining everything. In time, everything would come out.

Every Sunday she had to go to visit her family, she usually left around 10am and depending on circumstances would be back around 2 or 3. In reality plenty of time to meet up in the afternoon, but her Sunday visits always left her drained and emotionless, not good company for anyone.

She got up and went to the kitchen, she through the empty bottle of wine in the bin, washed up the dishes and tidied up the counter.

Peach came up meowing and asking for food and attention. Connie cleaned out her bowls and gave her fresh food and water and dealt with the litter tray.

Who said having a home cat was easy!!

She then spend a couple of hours on the computer, idling through websites.

By the time she looked up from the screen the apartment had plunged into darkness, she closed the blinds, checked the doors and headed into the bathroom for a relaxing soak in the bath.

As she lay in the bath her thoughts went to Dean, what a wonderful person he was. Perhaps not the most handsome, but he had striking features, a good body and most important of all an absolutely wonderful personality. It was so easy to be with him. Conversation was easy but so was silence.

It's funny, silence is the most telling. An awkward silence says all, but if you can be with someone and not say anything but feel good, that is the true definition of being comfortable with someone. Not the distracted "I want to be somewhere else' silence, but the comfortable, I have everything silence and I don't have to talk for the sake of talking.

She looked down at her hands and saw the wrinkly skin, time to exit the bath and her 'deep' thoughts, trust a bottle of wine to make you feel 'deep and meaningful.'

Connie made her way to her bedroom and snuggled into bed, with thoughts of Dean, she quickly drifted into a peaceful sleep.