Yes Chef, No Chef - By Susan Willis Page 0,24
to take the time to think them through and later we can come up with a plan of action for whatever you decide.”
Katie swallowed some wine. “Well,” she said anxiously, “I suppose if I decide to go back and hope he’ll change then I’ll have to make the move and ring him. But, if I decide I don’t want to go back, then…”
Lisa butted in. “Then, you’ll still have to contact him to go and get the rest of your things and sort the money side out, right?”
Heavens, Katie thought, what with all the upset since Sunday she’d never given a thought to money and the apartment. Lisa was right; she certainly had some decisions to make.
Later that night as she lay on the bed she decided to email him from her mobile.
To tim.davies from katie.charles
Hi Tim, Not sure where to start with this email but as it’s three days with no contact I thought I’d see if you wanted to talk or try to sort things out? Or, if not I really do need to come and get some more of my clothes for work.
Katie
The email sat on the small screen for what seemed like ages while she changed it a few times, uncertain about what or how much to say. Did she end it with love, Katie or did she use the standard email jargon of best wishes, Katie. Surely she couldn’t use that because quite frankly she didn’t wish him all the best and changed it to simply read Katie, then gingerly pressed the send button.
Snuggling down under the duvet she felt better than she had done for days because finally she’d taken some action and although she still wasn’t certain of the answers to Lisa’s questions, it was definitely a start to break the deadlock between them.
Chapter Six
With the questions creating chaos in her mind Katie couldn’t get to sleep and lay awake until three o’clock after which she must have dozed off through sheer exhaustion. Dressing for work, she decided whatever she was going to do would have to happen soon because she only had her grey suit at Sarah’s and not enough work shirts to last more than five days. Pulling the curtains open at the bedroom window that looked up onto street level she noticed Lisa’s car had gone and remembered she’d left early for a meeting.
Pot of coffee for one then, she thought dropping two slices of bread into the toaster. If she decided not to go back to Tim then she’d be back to making single pots of coffee. But there again she sighed heavily, what would be the point of going back to the stress and strain of Sunday morning lie-ins and coffee pots for two when he wasn’t the man she’d fallen in love with? And, if she did try again and he didn’t change, the relationship would only deteriorate further and further until she’d have to leave and then go through the heartache all over again. Sighing with indecision she crunched and chewed the toast but it felt dry and unappetising in her mouth and she threw the second slice into the bin whilst drinking down the rest of the coffee.
During the drive over to work she tried to rationalise her situation and had to face the fact that because it was four days since she’d seen him, and granted she had spent the time under the illusion that somehow it would work out all right, she had to accept that maybe it wasn’t going to. And, when she’d fled the apartment on Sunday night in temper it had never crossed her mind that it would be an indefinite separation. She found his silence hard to accept mainly because she’d always felt so confident about their love for each other. She’d known from their first week together that he was the one, the special love of her life that she’d read about in novels and heard other women describe from their relationship stories. And he’d said the same to her on many occasions that she was his special one, the love of his life, so how in God’s name had it all gone wrong - how had they lost their way? Or, she thought miserably, maybe he wanted to lose her and be alone to start again with someone else and was now delighted he’d been given the get-out-of-jail-free card. Was this how the last fourteen months of her life was really going to end?
At lunch time she