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Gillian came into the laundry room of the old folks home. She leaned against the door and looked at you. Why are they talking about us having an affair? she said. Are they? you said. Yes I heard a rumour and one of the old dears said she'd heard from one of the carers Gillian said with an angry tone. You emptied the tumble-dry of some of the old men's clothes and folded them up neat. Why would they say that? she said. No idea you said. She gazed at you. You looked at her tall slim frame and dark long hair tied in a ponytail. If my husband found out it could mean trouble she said. Well it is nothing to do with me you said. But it is Gillian said moving towards you it is you and me they are talking about us having an affair. It's a lie you said. I know that you know that but my husband will think there is and he will be moody thinking it true and he'll say there is no smoke without fire. She fiddled with her thin fingers. What are we going to do? You looked at her do? what can we do? you said. Well you tell them there is nothing going on she said. You sighed will they believe me? you said. They have to she said. The door opened and Winnie came in she smiled. Busy? she said. A bit you said George wants a bath and I have to bath Sidney too. I can help with Sidney if you want Winnie said. They'd be good you said. Winnie looked at Gillian who was emptying the washing machine. You all right Gillian? Winnie said. Yes I suppose so Gillian said and went red. She took the basket of washing out the back door to the washing line. What's up with her? Winnie said. No idea must be a woman thing you said wondering what Gillian would be like in bed.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC
GILLIAN'S MOOD SWING 1969.
Gillian came into the laundry room of the old folks home. She leaned against the door and looked at you. Why are they talking about us having an affair? she said. Are they? you said. Yes I heard a rumour and one of the old dears said she'd heard from one of the carers Gillian said with an angry tone. You emptied the tumble-dry of some of the old men's clothes and folded them up neat. Why would they say that? she said. No idea you said. She gazed at you. You looked at her tall slim frame and dark long hair tied in a ponytail. If my husband found out it could mean trouble she said. Well it is nothing to do with me you said. But it is Gillian said moving towards you it is you and me they are talking about us having an affair. It's a lie you said. I know that you know that but my husband will think there is and he will be moody thinking it true and he'll say there is no smoke without fire. She fiddled with her thin fingers. What are we going to do? You looked at her do? what can we do? you said. Well you tell them there is nothing going on she said. You sighed will they believe me? you said. They have to she said. The door opened and Winnie came in she smiled. Busy? she said. A bit you said George wants a bath and I have to bath Sidney too. I can help with Sidney if you want Winnie said. They'd be good you said. Winnie looked at Gillian who was emptying the washing machine. You all right Gillian? Winnie said. Yes I suppose so Gillian said and went red. She took the basket of washing out the back door to the washing line. What's up with her? Winnie said. No idea must be a woman thing you said wondering what Gillian would be like in bed.
CARERS AND A MISUNDERSTANDING 1969
TerryCollett
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC
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