The world shaper

5

They sat in a car driving slowly towards Anna’s home.

 “I hope I’m not thorn in your side,” spoke old man calmly and she hasn’t noticed until now he was quiet all the time.

“You couldn’t bother me. It is my husband that has more inpatient temperament. But I should be able to explain him the whole story. And after all, I have to repay for what I have done to you.”

She turned slowly to driveway of a neat small house. In front of a house were neatly mowed lawn with some heaps of flowers and bushes. Around the lawn was a low green picket fence. She left her car on a driveway because she was too distracted to park it in a garage. It required a great bit of concentration because the garage entry was just a bit wider than the car.

 While they were silently walking to the door, she was thinking how to explain it to Simon.

The moment the key turned in a keyhole Simon was at the door. By the look of him you could tell he was a crude person. He had ragged black hair, that hadn’t seen a comb in a while. Ha also hadn’t shaved for at least three days. His clothes were clean, which was Anna’s concern, but they were all crumpled from lying on a sofa.

“Where were you this time? I’m waiting for you hungry,” Simon welcomed her at the door and from his mouth came bad breath smelling of an alcohol.

“I would like you to meet somebody.”

She hasn’t started to explain where she was and what has happened since it would take too long and she just wanted to change her clothes and relax a bit.

“You haven’t told me where you have been,” he almost roared the words.

By this time she knew than she couldn’t shake him off this easily.

“Now is not the right moment. Don’t start this in front of our guest…”

“I can see I took the wrong moment to come to your house, “started the old man.

 “At this house it is never the right time,” added Simon sarcastically, went to another room and slammed the door behind him.

 “I’m sorry you had to see this. This is our cruel daily routine,” she sadly said.

She closed the door, took off her shoes and she handed slippers to the old man. She escorted him to a spacious room. On the opposite wall there was a low table with a big screen television on top. Beside the television there was a hi-fi. In the middle of the room was a sofa and in front of it there was a small table that was covered with a white tablecloth. There was a basket with fruits on the top of the table. Under the table was a rug with an oriental pattern.

The room was lit with two stand lights each on one side of sofa which gave the room a feeling of cosiness and intimacy. There was another armchair on the left of the sofa that was turned towards the television. On the entrance side was another cupboard with a buffet.

She pointed the old man to sit on the armchair, while she went to the buffet to pour herself a drink. He spread himself out on the armchair with great relief.

“Can I pour you a drink?”

“Just water, please.”

She stepped to the bathroom and returned with a glass full of refreshing water. The old man accepted it gratefully and drank it instantly. She poured herself a whiskey. She took off her slippers and lied down on a sofa. She gazed off into the distance while slowly sipping her drink. Old man took a better look at her. She was pretty tall and had a slim, yet feminine figure. She had long brown hair that was still neatly looking after a whole day. She held a glass in one hand while her other hand was resting on her thigh. She could play a guitar with her long classy fingers. She wasn’t a person that would marry such a ruff guy as Simon was.

As she’d guessed his thought, she said: “Simon will eventually calm down. He is angry because I haven’t made him a supper.”

She didn’t know if she is trying to reassure old man of herself. She turned toward him and she saw he was staring at her. He blinked twice and the carefully asked:

“What is peeping from your head?”

She looked at him disbelievingly and then looked up.

“I don’t see a thing.”

“I thought I see something. It could be side effect of the punch,” he unconvincingly added.

“I wish I could remember who I am.”