Yes It Is - gh

Fixing a hole - 8

April 6th 1960
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"Listen, I'm sorry, Finn." John said sincerely.

I had a knee length blue dress that complimented my figure and lip balm. I also wore some black and white bowling shoes that I stole, stuff ain't cheap.

We were sat in his and minus back garden, on a small, round kitchen table that looks as though it hasn't been used for years, rust covering it.

John had rang up earlier and asked me to come over and talk, turns out Cynthia had talked to him about about what I told her George said, and this John told Cyn what he said, causing her to have a stress at him about how fragile Finn was.

"You really hurt my feelings, y'know." Finn said, her voice cracking.

John grabbed her right hand, "I told Cyn everything because i feel horrible and didn't realise how upset you was."

"I don't believe you." Finn looked away.

"You want me to tell your dad or a bloody priest? Cos I'll tell the world how bad I feel" John joked, trying to cheer her up.

"Oh fuck off, John." She laughed as a tear escaped, "and to think, I was gonna stay mad at  you."

"You could never." He said sitting down.

I sighed and slumped down in the seat I was already sat at, across from him, wiping my fallen tears away.

"Get is a cuppa, would ya?" I asked leaning forwards, suddenly, placing my my head on my hand.

He came back around ten minutes later with two cups'n'saucers and a tea pot.

As he was pouring the two drinks, I smiled to which he just made a funny face at, sticking his tongue in his bottom lip to make it look swollen.

After pouring out the tea into the cups John sighed and put his head in his hands.

"I forgot the fucking sugar and milk."
I gave a sad smile and got up.
"I'll go and get them, don't worry."

Walking through the houses back door, I entered the small kitchen, opening the fridge I grabbed the small bottle of milk and put it in the side.

Then I went searching for the sugar after rummaging through the cupboard for around 10 seconds I heard someone enter behind me.

"John, where do you keep the sugar?" I asked still rummaging.

"Didn't realise how alike me and John look." A female voice said.

I quickly turned to face where the voice came from to see the familiar face of a older woman.
Embarrassed, my face went red.

"I'm terribly sorry." I manage to stutter out.

The woman makes her way towards me, smiling, it seems as though she's looking into my soul. She reaches over my shoulder to open a cupboard.

She was so close I could smell her perfume, lavender, it reminded me of my mother's.

She Hands me a pot with a label on it saying 'sugar'. "It's good to see that Johns accompanying himself with good people, rather than that girlfriend of his."

"Who Cynthia?" Finn was intrigued by the woman's bitterness towards Johns girlfriend.

"You know of her?" She asked rhetorically.

"Something like that." I stutter.

Mimi just sighed, taking her gloves off, "yes, well, she won't be able to make any money off of her art, what John needs is a good house wife."

"Are you still on about this, Mimi?" Someone else enters the kitchen, John.

"As long as you keep that girl around, I will ." She put a empathise on the word 'girl' making it seem as though she wasn't a real woman yet.

They spend a moment just giving each other looks I can't quite understand.

"I should be going." I say

Mimi turns to me, "are you sure you don't wanna stay for tea?"

I avert my eyes from the situation, "Just had some" liar.

"Oh well, come back soon?" She gives me a lovingly, and welcoming smile.

"I'll walk you out." John grabbed my hand and we started walking to the front door.