Faith In Love Read Free Page B

woman bought her special someone a cake, (her "Darling" I should say).  Well, now I've got Don a cake too!  I can buy him a card as well, and if that shop down the road is still open, which it probably is, I can get something else that will definitely give him something to think about.  We haven't bothered for years,(well you don't, do you, after a while), so he'll be all the more impressed when he sees what I've got for him.  A real romantic package wrapped up in red ribbons.  Better make sure Carol doesn't see anything though, she'll think I'm really stupid. 
     
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    Faith is sitting alone on the marital bed looking at herself in the mirror on the heavy old-fashioned dressing table.  Faith has very dark wavy hair and very white skin.  Her teeth are very white too.  Her plump lips are very red.  Faith is wearing a satin bra and satin panties.  The satin is as red as her lips.  Faith takes up the kind of pose she often sees in the newspapers Don brings home.  It is an attractive sight, but Faith is far from happy.  
     
    I don't know, I do wish he hadn't gone this time.  Obviously I don't begrudge him his pleasures, of course I don't, but, just the same.  I don't know what it is, but the more I tried to convince Pearl that I didn't mind, the more I realised that I did.  I think the trouble was, she was trying so hard to understand, that it became painfully obvious that her life is totally different from mine.  She's got her whole family around her, who clearly hate being parted from her for a moment, and who'd never even let her out of their sight if they didn't need the money she brings in. 
     
    And me, what have I got?  A husband who loves football at least as much as he loves me; and a daughter who scarcely speaks to me (or to him, for that matter).  And who spends her entire time either asleep or watching endless TV in her room, or, when she's not in her room, is forever on the telephone to who knows who.  That of course is when she is home, because she isn't always.  And I can't even begin to guess where she is when she isn't.  And I even try to not try to guess.  (So as to avoid invading her privacy.) Because, even though she still does have some rather childish ways, she is in fact sixteen and a quarter, so is not entirely a child anymore.  (Well I wasn't at her age anyway, even though no oneseemed to notice that, or recognise my need for privacy or respect me as a human being with my own identity, although I didn't have the confidence to put myself over fully and completely at that age.)
     
    So I must admit I do end up spending quite a lot of time and energy trying not to think about the whereabouts and goings on of daughter Carol, as well as a few other quite different, difficult things that do get rather nastily on my nerves from time to time. 
     
    I don't suppose, on the other hand, things like that bother Don in the slightest. 
     
    Oh!  I don't know why I bought these silly things now!  He'll only make fun of me!  The cake is bad enough, but the lingerie, he might not take it in the spirit that it's meant...And the card, well, they didn't have a very big selection, did they?  Of cards, I mean.  I should have gone somewhere else though, really.  I wanted something really old-fashioned and sloppy.  I thought that would be easy to get but all they had were stupid joke ones, like this one, which isn't even funny.  I wish I could change it really, but it's too late now, bloody shops are shut.
     
    Anyway if he doesn't like it, more fool him, he ought to like it.  Anyway, I've written on it now, so that's that!  Anyway, it's the thought that counts.  And anyway, he won't have got me anything at all, so he should be grateful for all the trouble I've gone to.
     
    Oh.  I wish he would like it, especially the underwear.  I'm not too old for it, am I?  Anyway I'm getting cold now.  Better take it off and get my nightie on.  Might even have a hot water bottle tonight, I