The September Outcome

Chapter 7: Endeavour

Audrey, looked up into the sky, her sunglasses, sheathing her from the bright sunshine, she had fragile eyes. In the, sky she could see the puffy clouds, gingerly shaped like familiar objects. To her, she could see three legged dogs, a large nose and a very tall car. She smiled. She liked looking up at the sky, wishing she could jump upon the moisture based surface.

 She was sitting in a wooden deckchair, on her patio as she looked out at her gigantic garden in front of her. She could see the stone fountain, with divine stone angels prancing around it gleefully. Surrounding her were the numerous flowerbeds containing, tulips, roses, daffodils and poppies among others. The garden had been mostly designed mostly by her and partially the designer.

 Her long flowing hair sat on her shoulders which were sitting upright while her legs were in a lying position. A huge, droopy white sun hat sat on her head that matched her sunglasses. The red sunglasses were a comfort to her. She wore bright red high heels as they sat on the end of the chair. Audrey was clad in an expensive dark blue bikini, while she snuggled up to a cushion. She held a large, ornate fan in her hand and cooled herself down with it. The heat was unbearable. It was about twenty two degrees at around twelve o'clock that day. It was winter now and the weather was still refreshingly Mediterranean. She felt chilled sweat on her face and tried not to wipe it and just fanned it. 

 She felt tired and a little rusty and stiff. She was glad that the weather was so nice as she heavily enjoyed sunbathing. Also there was little point in keeping herself inside, as it would be much warmer in there and she wasn't bothered to switch on her air conditioner.

 She had been sitting out in the golden warmth, on the deckchair for about an hour, a notebook clutched in her white painted fingernails. The blue notebook lay open in her lap now, with scribbled, spirally notes only she could read. She remembered her mother, constantly giving out to her about her spidery writing. Audrey didn't concern herself with such boring dilemmas, why not relish in youth and just live. Dilemmas she did concern herself in were interpreting what her husband was doing. She had various ideas before but the thing she'd witnessed this morning had set her on a new track. She replayed it in her mind. 

 Audrey remembered she woke up feeling disillusioned and her vision was fuzzy. She was not a morning person. In a second she saw Dwight running out of the door and down the stairs. She wanted to say goodbye and walked to the staircase until she heard half of his conversation of the telephone. 

 ‘’Yeah, Rose. I’m feeling really bad, I’ve got a small chest infection and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to work,’’ he had said. Chest infection? Since when? He'd never mentioned that last night or before, but now he was faking a hoarse voice that would easily fool someone over the phone. And Rose, who was she? She quickly remembered Rose was the council house's secretary. She watched from the landing in the shadows as Dwight continued to make small talk with her. She sudden heard Dwight speak out urgently.

 ''No, I will be in tomorrow. The Mathers have high sickness resistance so I’ll be right as rain. Okay, goodbye Rose.’’ Sickness resistance, more like low reliability, she thought. She watched him walk down the hallway until he came back with some papers and his jacket. Audrey had had enough and went to step forward before she tripped over her own feet but steadied herself on the wall. Dwight sharply turned around and peered into the darkness. She could feel his eyes burning in her unsurely but she stood still. Dwight opened the door and left the house quietly. Audrey remembered standing there, furious but satisfied. Another, piece of evidence to help her find out what he was doing. ''Clue, number two'', she'd muttered quietly and went back to bed. She slept for a few more hours before deciding to sunbathe.

 Audrey thought about the two separate incidents, where he came home late and lied to her blindly and the thing this morning. She reread her notes and crossed out the word ‘affair’. That had seemed unlikely from the start and was something she didn't want to think about. The next was medical which, a probable it solution was, though if it was something very serious he would have said definitely said something to her and it just didn't look like whatever he was doing, so she drew a line through it. The next word was work, which she felt the most inclined to. Maybe he was unhappy with his job and had gone to an interview this morning. No, Dwight had a big attachment to his hometown and wouldn’t leave the council house so quickly.