Rags to Riches. Nancy Carson

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      From the moment Stephen collected her from the jazz club that warm Friday night Maxine could tell something was amiss. Strangely, his indifference seemed greater than before he delivered her there. She’d never known such a cold arrogance about him before, and she did not like it.

      ‘You’re quiet, Stephen,’ she said, half chastising, but trying to strike up a conversation; they were already nearing Daisy Road. ‘Is anything wrong?’

      ‘No more than usual,’ he responded off-handedly.

      ‘Have you had a busy night then?’

      ‘Very.’

      ‘Obviously too busy to stay and listen to us,’ she said.

      He sighed impatiently, looking directly at the road ahead. ‘But not too busy to come and fetch you to take you home. I made time for that, didn’t I?’

      ‘Well, please don’t think I don’t appreciate it. But you needn’t have bothered if you had something that needed doing. Brent will always give me a lift. He won’t let me wait on my own for long.’

      ‘Oh, Brent, Brent, Brent! Brent will always do this, Brent will always do that.’

      ‘He’s already offered. It would save you the trouble. I think it’s decent of him.’

      ‘You would. What d’you think he’s after?’

      ‘Oh, don’t be so childish, Stephen. I was thinking about how busy you are. So was he, if only you could bring yourself to acknowledge it. Far be it from me to interrupt your work by you having to come and fetch me. Don’t think I can’t imagine what it’s like setting up a new business.’

      They pulled up outside the house, but unusually Stephen left the engine running. ‘Maxine, I…I, er…I don’t really know how to say this…’

      ‘Say what?’ She sighed with exasperation. ‘Just say it – whatever it is.’

      ‘It’s just that…I don’t think I’m going to see you anymore. I think it’s for the best. I don’t see any point in us carrying on, frankly. So, I’ve decided to…to stop seeing you.’ He shrugged for lack of more appropriate words.

      ‘Oh.’ She sounded genuinely disappointed.

      ‘Actually, I thought you might be pleased,’ he said, self-deprecatingly.

      ‘Pleased? Why should I be pleased, Stephen?’

      He shrugged again. ‘Well, you never show me any great affection. There’s never any passion between us. In fact, you’ve never yet let me near you.’

      ‘That sort of thing doesn’t interest me, Stephen. You know that. We’ve talked about it often enough.’

      ‘Well it interests me, Maxine. It interests me a great deal. Frankly…if you want to know the truth…you’re too much of a cold fish for me.’

      ‘So you want to be free to find someone who isn’t. Is that it?’

      He shrugged again, avoiding her eyes. ‘If I meet somebody, all well and good. As you say – you’re not interested.’

      ‘If that’s what you want, Stephen…If I’m such a cold fish…If it’s that important to you I can’t do much about it, can I?’

      ‘No, I don’t suppose you can.’

      ‘If you meet somebody you like better than me, fine. I don’t mind awfully, I suppose…So, thank you for telling me. I wish you the best of luck.’

      ‘Thank you. So you’re not upset?’

      ‘I’m surprised, Stephen. And maybe a bit disappointed, yes. But I’ll get over it.’

      ‘Well…there you are then. I must say I’ve enjoyed our…our times together. It has been nice. It’s been very nice.’

      ‘Oh, don’t be such a hypocrite, Stephen. And don’t patronise me.’ She sighed for want of something else to say. She felt sad that it was over. It was the end of an era, an important part of her life. ‘I’d better go,’ she said flatly. ‘We’re moving house tomorrow, remember, and there’s still stacks to do.’ She had her hand on the door handle ready to leave him, but she hesitated. ‘Er…Do you want the ring back…to give to your next lady friend? You can have it back if you want it.’

      ‘No, Maxine, it’s yours,’ he said impatiently. ‘It was meant for you. I want you to keep it.’

      ‘I think you should have it back. I really do.’

      ‘It doesn’t matter.’

      ‘No, Stephen, you must have it back. I can’t keep it now. The more I think about it…’ Especially since I’m such a cold fish. She wrenched it off her finger, leaned over and slipped it into the top pocket of his jacket. ‘Goodnight, Stephen. Thank you for the lift. Thank you for everything.’ She felt a tear tremble on her eyelash then trickle down her cheek. So that he shouldn’t see she turned away and opened the car door.

      ‘I hope we can still be friends, Maxine,’ he said.

      Her automatic reaction was to turn to him. ‘Were we ever not friends?’

      ‘We were always good friends. I hope we always shall be. I’d like that.’

      The glow from the street light glimmered off her tears, and when he saw he knew that she was hurt.

      ‘Maxine! . . I…’

      ‘Oh, I won’t hold it against you, Stephen, if that’s what’s worrying you,’ she said and stepped out of the car. ‘I’ll always be your friend.’ She closed the door and walked away with as much dignity as she could muster, not looking back.

      She was sad, but not filled with sorrow. Another side of her emotions told her she was greatly relieved but, truly, she had never expected this. If anybody was going to finish the relationship, it should have been her. She was the one in control of it, not Stephen. What a nerve! What had come over him?

      She opened the front door and went in. Henzey and Will were still packing tea chests ready for the move as they had been most of the day. Will was methodically writing down the contents of each one as they filled it.

      ‘You’re up late,’ Maxine commented. ‘Shall I put the kettle on?’

      ‘Ooh, please,’ Henzey answered. ‘I’m parched.’.

      Having put the kettle to boil Maxine returned to the sitting room, the hub of the action. She sat down, still in a state of shock.

      ‘You’ll never guess what.’

      ‘You’ve decided to marry Stephen.’

      ‘Henzey! He’s given me up. He doesn’t want to see me again. I can’t get over it.’

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