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"I've been offered a promotion." Thomas had stopped by Lucille's house once he had arrived home from business in London and decided to confide in her about the offer he was just handed. "But I'd have to move to London permanently if I took it."
He was in London for a political meeting he had been asked to attend and also to plan his new move to kill Oswald Mosley.
He was determined this time.
'He isn't the man I can't defeat. He's the man I will defeat'.
The whole 'promotion' was just an excuse (a cover up, if you will) to permanently be in London without any suspicions. He didn't want to tell Lucille the real reason why he had to move to London because he didn't want to take any chances of his new plan being fucked like the last one.
"And you're telling me why?" Came her blunt reply.
She was stood with her back to him as she made tea and he sat at the kitchen table watching her.
When he first entered her home again, he struggled to shake the memories of the drunken night he had spent here with her from his mind.
"Because I'll have to move away?" His answer came as more of a question and she chuckled.
"Look at you; pretending you have feelings in there somewhere."
"Lucille, I'm being serious." She smiled but his face was like stone as she sat down across from him and sat the mugs on the table.
"What do you want me to say? You're going to do what you want to do either way, Thomas."
"You're my friend and I care about your opinion."
"You do not! You just want me to know you're moving to London instead of leaving without telling me."
Thomas groaned and rolled his eyes at her. Infuriating was the only way to describe her in this moment and time.
Lighting a cigarette, he began smoking as he leaned back in the chair nonchalantly. He was stressing over the plan but now he was stressing more over the way Lucille was reacting.
He thought that she would have a more dramatic reaction; maybe be a bit upset or angry even. This was not at all what he was expecting from her.
In a weird and twisted way, he actually wanted her to be upset to prove that she did care.
The thought of leaving Lucille here in Small Heath made him feel all sorts of emotions that he hadn't felt in years and he was extremely confused.
He (nor she) had ever had the guts to bring up both of the times that they had slept together or the feelings that they were having for one another and so it left them in this strange stage of limbo, if you will, where they weren't friends but they weren't together.
