In any ordinary life (In any oridnary Book 1) by Clare Stanley Midgley Page A
Authors: Clare Stanley Midgley
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expelled there way into the evening air and he had made her so angry and confused it frightened her to think that he could still make her react. Unaware that he had left she jumped back into the car and sped off.
Seeing how agitated she was John couldn’t help but feel like his efforts had not been in vain.
Arriving back at work Eric watched from the upstairs office with concern. She seemed like a puppet and someone was pulling her strings. Unable to understand and after seeing her kick the flowerpot over he made his way to the front of the building.
Jeanie stood talking to herself at the front gate her arms exaggerated by her temper and her patience well and truly worn to the core. Eric stood in the doorway drinking his coffee waiting for the opportune moment to step in.
“Feel better now do we?”
“Don’t you ever fucking go home”, again Eric breathed in and asked the question again. “Feel better now?”
Looking at the courtyard devastation and throwing her head back in disgust she calmed down enough to respond civilly, “No, No I don’t.” Eric smiled back as she had been telling him how to control his temper and now the boot was on the other foot.
“Ok. What’s up?” Jeanie sighed heavily and put her head in her hands, Dad was gone Eric was the next best thing and feeling no other choice she exhaled his name “John Stanton”
Her head was facing the floor and her heart felt like it was about to explode.
“He’s back in town and reared his ugly head and has the nerve to think that all he needs to do is apologise and I will take him back and MARRY HIM!” Eric walked over and sat beside the bedraggled looking Jeanie.
“So what are you going to do?” Jeanie shook her head and started to cry, “It’s ludicrous. He cheated on me, he hit me he asked me to London and then tells me he’s got married and I’m a stupid little girl. Weeks later he comes back and wants me again and I stood up I told him. You have made you bed, go back and lie in it without me” Eric placed his hand on Jeanie’s back lovingly, “Who do you want Jeanie?”
Jeanie lifted her head with tears still staining her cheeks, “Not him, the only thing I feel now is regret, regret that I wasted so much time chasing him around. James offers something different, I don’t want him Eric, I don’t want JOHN.”
As Jeanie finished her sentence John stood at the porch window and for the first time this seemed to hurt. Over the name calling and fighting this seemed to wound him more than any argument. Pale and lonely he stood on the opposite side of the glass waiting for some hope as Jeanie responded again.
“I don’t want John.” watching him walk away it was like a light bulb switching on. John vanished like a puff of smoke, the blackness provided him an escape and as she looked out into the night he had gone and with it her first love. It was the right time and the right decision to say to Goodbye John Stanton.
Chapter 7
As winter turned into spring more troops started to arrive at the base and with increased volume Jeanie’s presence was needed more and more.
Traffic started to move through both the factory and the garage and the amount of work at both ends had started to become a bigger and more challenging than anyone expected.
Irene had stuck to her word and as promised she turned up to do her bit Iris and Rose had also followed. Both of them had become a permanent feature within the office and Eric was taking full advantage of their flirtatious natures.
Jeanie appreciated the all hands on deck nature of her family but as 1942 ended and 1943 began Jeanie was racing towards her 30 th year and her time seemed more limited than ever.
Working at the base had caused an unprecedented amount of problems, one of which had been sleeping at the garage office. Isolating her from the outside world her days circulated around machinery and breakdowns
Seeing how agitated she was John couldn’t help but feel like his efforts had not been in vain.
Arriving back at work Eric watched from the upstairs office with concern. She seemed like a puppet and someone was pulling her strings. Unable to understand and after seeing her kick the flowerpot over he made his way to the front of the building.
Jeanie stood talking to herself at the front gate her arms exaggerated by her temper and her patience well and truly worn to the core. Eric stood in the doorway drinking his coffee waiting for the opportune moment to step in.
“Feel better now do we?”
“Don’t you ever fucking go home”, again Eric breathed in and asked the question again. “Feel better now?”
Looking at the courtyard devastation and throwing her head back in disgust she calmed down enough to respond civilly, “No, No I don’t.” Eric smiled back as she had been telling him how to control his temper and now the boot was on the other foot.
“Ok. What’s up?” Jeanie sighed heavily and put her head in her hands, Dad was gone Eric was the next best thing and feeling no other choice she exhaled his name “John Stanton”
Her head was facing the floor and her heart felt like it was about to explode.
“He’s back in town and reared his ugly head and has the nerve to think that all he needs to do is apologise and I will take him back and MARRY HIM!” Eric walked over and sat beside the bedraggled looking Jeanie.
“So what are you going to do?” Jeanie shook her head and started to cry, “It’s ludicrous. He cheated on me, he hit me he asked me to London and then tells me he’s got married and I’m a stupid little girl. Weeks later he comes back and wants me again and I stood up I told him. You have made you bed, go back and lie in it without me” Eric placed his hand on Jeanie’s back lovingly, “Who do you want Jeanie?”
Jeanie lifted her head with tears still staining her cheeks, “Not him, the only thing I feel now is regret, regret that I wasted so much time chasing him around. James offers something different, I don’t want him Eric, I don’t want JOHN.”
As Jeanie finished her sentence John stood at the porch window and for the first time this seemed to hurt. Over the name calling and fighting this seemed to wound him more than any argument. Pale and lonely he stood on the opposite side of the glass waiting for some hope as Jeanie responded again.
“I don’t want John.” watching him walk away it was like a light bulb switching on. John vanished like a puff of smoke, the blackness provided him an escape and as she looked out into the night he had gone and with it her first love. It was the right time and the right decision to say to Goodbye John Stanton.
Chapter 7
As winter turned into spring more troops started to arrive at the base and with increased volume Jeanie’s presence was needed more and more.
Traffic started to move through both the factory and the garage and the amount of work at both ends had started to become a bigger and more challenging than anyone expected.
Irene had stuck to her word and as promised she turned up to do her bit Iris and Rose had also followed. Both of them had become a permanent feature within the office and Eric was taking full advantage of their flirtatious natures.
Jeanie appreciated the all hands on deck nature of her family but as 1942 ended and 1943 began Jeanie was racing towards her 30 th year and her time seemed more limited than ever.
Working at the base had caused an unprecedented amount of problems, one of which had been sleeping at the garage office. Isolating her from the outside world her days circulated around machinery and breakdowns
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