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    "Carrying On"/New, no naughty bits.

    This began with the heading, "Maybe Story", part way through it became "Carrying On". Will post first part now, the remainder, with permission, in groups of three or four; story not too, too long.

    Carrying On

    Charlie awakened early and without looking at the alarm clock decided it was too early to rise. Bed lamp turned on before he reached for the book, opened same at the book mark, did not read, placed the open book on his chest and ran thoughts of the previous six months through his mind; concluded with, “should do something, anything would be better than what I am now doing”. He left his bed, prepared his percolator and couldn’t think of a single reason why anything could or should change.
    Coffee, black with one sugar, the kitchen window, thought, “my view of the world”, fields not turned, a clear blue sky and, and, a half moon, daylight but still the moon lingered.
    He turned, coffee in hand, walked through his small living room and looked directly into the sun, a sun so bright that it took his sight away for fully five minutes. Spring, “when a young”, smiled for the first time in days and told himself how ridiculous that was.
    The year is now 2012 and for the preceding six months Charlie has been living in southern Ontario, a small bungalow he bought when his wife divorced him. Eight months before this time he had finished an affair with an English lady; an English married lady whom he thought was divorced; his affair had lasted four months before Claire announced that her husband had been finishing a contract position in Saudi Arabia: Charlie dived into the “bottle” something he hadn’t used for a number of years.
    Charlie dressed, readied a second coffee, took that into his back yard; springtime, farmers had turned their fields, robins (American), nests built and more than likely the eggs were laid. Charlie had one of those round tables with the umbrella, furled at this time. He sat, thoughts drifted to Claire, the booze, sobering for the second time, hoping this would last.
    He heard his back door open, knew without looking that it was Jean, his next door neighbour, said, “still some coffee” and Jean told him she already had some, added, “picked up your mail, letter from England, Abby someone”. He turned his head and Jean laughed, said, “someone special(?), I always knew there was something wrong with the other one”. Charlie answered, “so you said when she was here”…he held out a hand and took the letter. Jean raised an eyebrow and he said, “later”. They looked at each other, five, ten seconds before Jean said, “Charlie you are dying to know what is in that letter, say the word and I will leave you to it”. Charlie opened the letter saying, “there is nothing between Abby and me, she is a married woman who was a friend of Claire’s.
    Charlie read the letter, stared into space until Jean asked if everything was alright. Charlie said, “a memorial service for Claire”, Jean was quite surprised said, “Claire died”(?) and Charlie said, “a while ago”.
    No talking, both deep in thought, Jean stood, very quietly said, “I think I know when” and Charlie nodded. Jean placed a hand on his cheek, looked at him, added, “I feel a little used Charlie but I do understand, I’ll do lunch”.

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    part 2 had been attached to part 1, part 3 and 4 might be a tiny bit disjointed. I was afraid to try and clarify, thought it best to leave as is:-
    Carrying on 3
    Charlie had some thinking to do, mind drifted back to his divorce, 2006. The request for a divorce came as a surprise and he said as much, he remembered his wife saying, “Charlie don’t do that, this should be no surprise, Charlie we’re not really the couple we once were” and Charlie had interrupted with, “we are older and not that long ago the love seat on the back porch was”. His wife said, “STOP, for goodness sake I had to make all of the advances and I had chosen the day, I had chosen April fools day and that was three months ago”. Charlie nodded, said, “Jean, tell me the truth, are you seeing someone” and Jean said, “for more than a year, Charlie”. Charlie asked, “Tuesdays when I’m playing bridge” ? Jean nodded, added, “sometimes, other times when you were with the toy train club”.
    And now Charlie, looking amazed said, “Belanger, Pierre bloody Belanger, my clerk for two years when we were at Valcartier”. Jean neither denied or confirmed, said, “we can do this anyway you wish, veterans affairs can let us know the cheapest way to do this”. Charlie said, “up to you, are you moving or should I” ? Jean Continued, I know of a cottage for sale, one we can afford, you move, we sell this place and I am moving to the Eastern Townships, Mount Orford; I am leaving now, have packed some clothes, will leave a list of what I would like to take and will have a truck here next week; phone, let me know what you decide, the cottage I mentioned is one you have admired, owner says you can move in anytime”.
    Carrying on 4:-
    Charlie’s residence in Canada was located in Morpeth, a tiny community within a couple of miles of the Rose Beach area of Lake Erie; also almost side by side with Jean’s cottage and she he needed to see. No fences between the cottages. Charlie saw that she wasn’t tending her garden, was surprised when he found her back door locked. He rang the bell, not a usual bell but the sort of bell we think of as being a much smaller version of a ship’s bell, Charlie had mounted the bell on one of the posts holding her tiny back porch. He heard, “who is it”(?) replied, ”your next door neighbour”. Jean said, “okay Charlie, coffee or lemonade and I will bring it outside”, both chose coffee and Charlie sat at the picnic table.
    Jean set a travel mug in front of Charlie, her mug, her favourite was one of those with a message, Jean’s message read, “my kid goes to U.W.O., so does my money”. Jean opened the conversation, said, “Charlie, it is clear that what you do is not my business, when you broke with Claire you hit the bottle, someone, would that have been Abby(?), called me from Heathrow, gave me your flight number and eta, said that you had been drinking; that would have been two years ago”. Charlie said, “a little less, and yes Abby would have called, she ah, and he let out a breath of air before continuing; Abby knew that Claire was married , why she never told me I don’t know; I was angry and felt like an idiot……sorry for, you know”.
    Jean shrugged, remained silent and Charlie said, “her death”. No talking until a few minutes had passed, Jean gave an opinion, “she died almost a year ago, I was your comforter, your baby blanket, funny but thinking back to that time I must admit that what took place would have happened anyway and you will surely be going to the memorial service”. Charlie said he wasn’t sure before adding, “if I decide to go would you go with me” ? Jean said, “don’t be ridiculous Charlie, you have no idea how I felt”.
    As Charlie was walking away, Jean said, "Charlie, why a memorial service now"? and Charlie turned, said, "Claire was killed by her husband, he was tried, confessed and is now in jail". Jean asked why he had not been called and Charlie said, "I was, did an affidavit with the husband's lawyer, barrister/lawyer said he would be in touch if needed, guess I wasn't".

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    Carrying on 5.
    Charlie made up his mind to absent himself from the memorial service. He knew that he had a phone number for Abby, found his address book in the English style wallet which also held his passport and some Brit money. He checked the time, a little before lunchtime and called Abby. Abby answered on the second double ring, recognized his voice, said, “I was planning on calling you, I have keys for your house at Fleet, could go tomorrow and air it out, tell me where and when you will arrive here, or have you not yet booked” ?
    Charlie laughed, said, “Abby, full of energy, full steam ahead whatever the occasion, I was actually thinking of not attending”. Abby said,”re-think, please, I accept that you were hurt but of all the affairs Claire had she was really fond of you, you know I had known her for some time and shortly after you and she parted she talked, just a co-incidence but she talked of her death, said she wanted to be cremated and her ashes sprinkled over Chesil Beach, she loved your house at Fleet; tell you what, you give it a think and if you fly into London Heathrow, there’s a commuter train which would bring you to Guildford and I can pick you up there, Des would like to meet you again and we could lunch here in Horsham”.
    Abby continued, “Do you have an iPad or do you use Skype(?), do look for a flight and let my know, IPad is easiest for me and if the time is late for me, not to worry, Des is away until tomorrow, he is collecting material for a seminar, University of Surrey…and I must tell you, no not now, will tell when you call but it has to do with Jean your ex-wife and Jean your neighbour….until later, obviously I am trying to not hear you deciding not to come”.
    Carrying On 6
    Abby broke the connection, Charlie hadn’t realized until he heard the dial tone and as soon as he hung up he had another call: Annie, a sometime bridge partner for the middle of the week and perhaps the Canadian version of Abby; before he said hello, Annie said, “hear your going to England” and Charlie, sounding absolutely positive said, “I am NOT going to England, your info is all wrong” and Annie responded with a laugh, “c’mon, I talked to Jean and you received a letter from someone you, ah, let’s say, “admire, admired, took a fancy to”. Charlie sputtered, said, “that is ridiculous, you know damned well I would NOT hit on a married woman. Especially one who was a friend to someone I was seeing”: Annie said, “Charlie, you never made overtures to me but the nuances, the subtleness, Charlie you may be right but there were times I thought you were going to take my hand when we are walking to the car AND yes you would want someone like me not to stray; but my feeling is that you, without being fully aware, have a bit of a crush on the English woman.
    Charlie wanted the call to end and AG knew that….a minute of silence preceeded Annie, who said, “Charlie I do not want to see you with a broken heart and if this lady is all you think she is, and is very secure and happy with what she has, then maybe it will do you good to get over the other, I cannot remember her name but she had all that any man would want; my guy, in a joking way, said, “a lot of husband would leave home for her”.
    Charlie thought of a coffee Royale, said aloud, “no way” before checking out AirTransat, BE and IcelandAir.

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    Carrying on 7
    Charlie went out his back door, surprised to see Jean at her garden. Jean was more of a gardener than Charlie in that she had flowers, front and back of her cottage and, like Charlie, grew various vegetables. Charlie waved, said, “surprised to see you, thought you were with Annie” Jean said, “no, we did talk on the phone, mostly about you, you made up your mind yet” ? Charlie said, “pretty much, think I’ll stay home, thinking to go to Ridgetown right now, coffee, wanna come”.?
    Jean shook her head, said, “no thanks Charlie, you make no sense to me, you buy Folgers, claim it’s the best, have it with no milk but one sugar, at least three times a week you drive, what(?) five, maybe six miles to Tim Horton’s for a small double double in a china cup, no, no, you go, do your thinking and I will bring out the roto-tiller.
    Charlie said, “need me to pick-up oil or gas”? Jean said, “already done, you go to England and they tell me they say petrol…..by the way, when you talked to Annie, did she mention Abby(?) what I’m thinking is that she might have called her”.
    Charlie thought, said, “yeah, she ah, mentioned Abby but Abby’s last name was never mentioned”. Jean said, “not sure that will stop her, she knows people at Bell….did you have a crush on Annie” ? Charlie said, “no, God no, we played good bridge together and when I talked to her today she gives the impression that I, I, what, I struggled to not make a pass at her, her thinking, no doubt I liked, still do, her, she is very good at bridge, quite attractive and a really nice woman, you know”
    Jean said, “go for your coffee Charlie, I will roto-till, might do mine first, you can get rid of the stones before you do yours”.
    Charlie nodded, turned to leave, heard Jean say, “your phone, Charlie, England five hours ahead, are they” ? Charlie said, “I’ll get that when I return” and Jean said, “why not now Charlie, get it over with” ?
    Charlie re-entered his cottage.
    Carrying On 8:-
    Charlie answered his phone with a hello heard Abby, “me again, Abby, a couple of things but first have you booked a flight” ? Charlie said that he hadn’t added he was thinking of not attending the service. Abby, said, “ah, I see, yes well, actually I thought you would but not my business; we, meaning Des and I along with a few mutual friends were thinking of postponing the service for a few days, you know, give you time to be here, but we can go ahead; you have a friend Annie and ehm, she ah, she thought, well I’m not really sure what she thought, she called and at first said that it would do you good just to carry on with your life, seems you have a lady and I’m not sure if she meant herself or someone else….as I say, not my business, I thought it would be something you wished to do; should we just go ahead with the service then(?), Charlie I do wish you would say something, the thing is I do have a key for your cottage, I suppose that is trivial, I can mail it BUT, would have been nice to see you again but if your mind is made up”.
    Charlie said, “mind not really made up but I don’t want to, you know, ehm impose, waste your time and I am sorry about Annie phoning, no idea how she got your number I, look this call is costing you, would it be okay if I called you in, say, 20 minutes, around noon here should be five with you at that time.
    Abby smiled and nodded, said, “lovely, what say we do that thing with IPads, a couple of hours from now, oh, wait a minute, look, hate to do this but Des has a friend with an in at British Airways and there is a charter or something out of Toronto at midnight your time, Heathrow at noon our time and if you take the shuttle to Guilford I can have you at the Methodist Church when the service starts; I will arrange that to start at two our time…..or should I just forget that, are you close to Toronto” ?
    Charlie said, “close enough, I will need the particulars and it will be close because they expect passengers travelling internationally to be three hours before take off”. Abby sounding quite jovial said, “Des will look after the times, talk to, and of course see you, at two PM your time”.
    The call ended and Charlie picked up his car keys, stepped out the back door and Jean saw him, turned off the roto-tiller, said, “WELL” ? Charlie said, “I will tell all on the way to timmies”.

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    Jean walked half-way to Charlie’s car, stopped, looked at him, said, “Charlie you don’t have time for this and I would at least have to change my shirt”. Charlie answered, “what we could do grab a quick shower, wash each others backs and get all spiffied up”. Jean retorted, “not funny Charlie, we’re done, you know it and so do I, so…..Charlie put two fingers to her mouth, said, “just trying to keep it light, please, , you change your shirt and I will wait in the car, I do need to talk to you about this trip”. Jean was at her back door when she said, “Charlie if you make the trip do not suggest I go with you, I’m very serious”. Charlie nodded, said “okay”.
    Ten minutes later they were approaching Ridgetown and Jean was on her phone, the call was brought to a close and Jean told Charlie that Annie would make enquiries. They entered Tim Horton’s, both had coffee, Charlie a Boston Cream and Jean an Apple Fritter. One of the staff came to their table, sat and asked how things were going, asked, “you ever think how much money you would save if you moved into one cottage and rented the other” ? Jean said,”we have split, Charlie fancies someone, a married woman who lives in England”. Claudette said, “good Lord Charlie thought the last one would have taught you a lesson, I’m outa here, Jean you need your head read, dump this no good and find yourself a farmer”.
    Charlie said, “Annie should have no trouble finding out about a flight, all times are on-line”. Jean wasn’t sure about Charters”. They were down to the last few drops of coffee when Jean’s phone rang. She answered and nodded a yes when Charlie mouthed, “Annie”. Charlie heard one side of the conversation, “my God…no, not a clue,…really….pretty sure but he will only say he is thinking about it….okay, yeah…yeah that will make a difference….sure, give me an hour”, before she hung up.
    Charlie said, “so????” And Jean said, “your flight is earlier, your ABBY might have told you”. Charlie, a little abruptness creeping in, said, “her husband was looking into the flight and she is NOT MY ABBY, the lady is married and is extremely nice”. Jean snapped back, “but she did have a trashy friend”….Jean knew she had gone a little too far and immediately apologized.
    Charlie’s flight was arranged but he could still cancel, he was to be at Pearson Airport by 9:30, he is to ask security to call a number and tell whomsoever that he had arrived, needed directions to their hanger….he was to be a passenger aboard a Bombardier Challenger 605, arriving Dublin 9:30 AM local time.
    Charlie remained quiet for a few minutes, shook his head, said, “what the hell”. Jean asked if that was a big plane and Charlie said, “no, not really, Bombardier make’s business Jets”.
    10
    They left Timmies and when they had buckled up, Jean asked, “what do you think, Charlie”(?) and Charlie hadn’t a clue. They were a couple of minutes from home when Charlie said, “I am going to phone Abby before two our time, in fact I will phone her soon as. Would you do a favour,(?) use my computer and find information about the Challenger, no idea if it can cross the Atlantic without a fuel stop, you do that and I will shower”. Jean said, “sure” with a lack enthusiasm noticed.
    Charlie showered, dressed in jeans, a tartan shirt, (one favoured by hunters) and loafers. Jean was on the phone and she mouthed, “Annie” to him. Jean then said into the phone, “hold on Annie, switching to speaker”.
    Annie’s voice came through the speaker, “okay, you will be traveling with a moneyed family, not the entire family but the pilot is a son, a friend of his will be in the right hand seat, Jean has the info but this plane is a new model, built five months ago with GE engines and can easily cross the Atlantic, Jean said something about Ireland and Toronto to Dublin, probably six hours tops. So, guess is that you are all gussied up, ready for anything which comes your way, Abby sounds like a prize, see her as being tall, statuesque, elegant, and with nice teeth, I added that because I know how old she is and young enough to have her own”. Charlie whispered, “Lord” made his hands appear to be strangling someone, said, “thanks Annie I’m away to get packed”. Instead of leaving he sat in an armchair and waited until Annie stopped talking.
    Jean and Annie seemed to be in full agreement that Charlie was hooked on someone and would probably stay away for weeks, perhaps months. When the call was finished, Charlie, with a pleading tone asked Jean if she would re-consider and join him. Jean said, “thank you but no thanks, a few days ago I would have jumped at the chance, I’m away to do my garden, yours will be done when your away”.
    Charlie plugged in his iPad, sat a few minutes before trying to connect.

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    Charlie put the iPad to one side, used his phone to talk to Jean, “can a man NOT have a woman as a friend” ? Jean said, “whatever happened to hello(?), look Charlie, Annie and I might be completely wrong but all, maybe not all but Annie and I agree that your going to England has more to do with meeting this woman Abby than attending a memorial service for a woman you supposedly loved”. Charlie replied, “you told me about that Mexican man YOU became friends with and he was married”. Jean, “oh Charlie, not the same at all, I loved him as a friend, I told you about him, he and his family were here for the tobacco, I primed, taught him to prime because it was where the money was, AND, I arranged for one of my sons to tutor the kids, and Manuel and his wife, and I read Garcia to Manuel and Conchita; Garcia was new to me, “a hundred years”, brilliant, wonderful, history, truth, yes I loved the pair of them but never wanted to feel his arms around me……Charlie I am glad you are going, I really hope the Abby does become a friend, perhaps she will, Charlie, you might return to Morpeth with a broken heart and better that than leave a broken marriage in England.
    Charlie sat, a few minutes, used the microwave to re-heat a coffee, stirred in sugar, thought, “no way”, believed he was being completely honest with himself, called his AA sponsor who said, “ah, it’s the ladies Charlie, the libido, very easy to talk ourselves into liking, but the mental images Charlie, the softness, the so called greatest gift but the greatest gift is the all, love: Charlie you have to live with yourself, we both know you had a slip in regards the booze, don’t have a slip in the other and don’t brood about it, talk it out with others”.
    Charlie took up the iPad fully intending to tell Abby he would not be visiting.
    12
    Charlie opened “FaceTime” and was surprised to find Abby listed with his “contacts”. He did the clicks and within a few seconds saw a smiling Abby, who said, “good to see you Charlie, handsome as ever and I am, we are, looking forward to your visit, Des was wondering about he and I spending a few days with you in Fleet, something we can discuss later, in the meantime, oh God, there is me simply assuming you are coming”. Charlie said, “yes, of course, I would like a little more information about my flight….and lest I forget, you are looking very smart, oh, curious, how do you become friends with Claire, I am guessing you are middle fifties and Claire was quite a bit younger”.
    Abby nodded, held up both hands as if surrendering, said, “Charlie, Claire might have not been as young as you thought she was, I remember one time you mentioned her youth to me and I told Claire that she should tell you her real age; Charlie you are aware that she had children”, more a statement than a question and Charlie said, “yes, a daughter who was spending time in Australia with her father, I did know that Claire had been married twice”.
    Abby nodded again, said, “Charlie I ah; would you mind holding on(?), I must get the notes I made in regards to your flight” and before Charlie could respond Abby had vanished. She was gone from view for a few minutes and when she did return she had a glass of something with her, said, “Charlie, Des is away for the night and I hope that we can talk about Claire face to face, I do get a little emotional and Des does hold me….in the meantime, the airplane is lovely, or so I am told, both pilots are good and you need to be at Pearson, he was one of your Prime Ministers I believe, by eight this evening, you will be in Dublin by nine AM local time and, I think you will like this, an hour and a half to do as you wish, I do recall that you wanted to take Claire to Dublin, you were interested in anything to do with Michael Collins, if the interest is still there, I will let Abdul know, he said he would drop you off at, Cathal Brugha Barracks, Collins was stationed there and there is a plaque plus some history; and, by the way, how are you getting to the airport” ? Charlie said, “Jean, my neighbour”.
    Charlie finished the call and packed, he walked over to Jean’s found her sitting in her kitchen and she said, before he sat down at the kitchen table, “I’ll get a coffee for you but don’t ask me to take you to the airport”. Charlie said, “aw Jean, c’mon” and Jean quite angry said, “NO, you have a bloody nerve asking me, get another ride, in fact get two, one for the airport and the other from some woman in England”.
    An hour and a half later they were sitting in a restaurant in London, Ontario, deep fried battered Halibut to melt a cold, cold heart.

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    Charlie said, “this is entirely up to you,I would like to stop at the Dixie Outlet Mall, it is a quarter to four and if we leave right now, take the 403 through Brantford, hit the Queen E at Hamilton and we avoid much of the TO traffic and I need to buy a couple of things”. Jean, sarcasm front and centre said, “something for your pretty English lady”(?) and Charlie said, “enough, it is past a joke, let’s just forget the whole thing and return to Morpeth”.
    Jean said, “not on your life, we go home and you missing out on your visit would give you a reason to resent me for the rest of your life, get the check, we need gas before Toronto and there is a Canadian Tire on Wellington…..what are we shopping for at the Mall” ? Charlie said, “Maple Syrup in the white jug, cranberry juice, not drink and, if you are willing, there is a Levi-Strauss store and you are about the same size as the English woman”. Jean said, “only if you buy one pair for her and one for me”. Charlie said, “deal” signalled to the waitress and gave her $45.00 then to Jean “$7.00 tip, okay” ? Jean actually smiled.
    Traffic was heavy through the Hamilton area but they arrived at the outlet mall at 6:15PM. First shop was Levi-Strauss and Charlie asked Jean, “what is you waist size” ? Jean told him, “none of your business” before telling the sales clerk what she was after. She took three pairs of jeans into a dressing room and a few minutes later re-emerge wearing new jeans. She checked herself out using a set of three full length mirrors.
    The sales clerk was a little heavier than Jean and Jean asked her, “what do you think” ? The name tag on the clerk said, “Moira” and Moira was smiling, said, “if those jeans would make me look like you that is all I would ever wear and by the looks of your husband, I’d say he approves”.
    Charlie tried nonchalance, said, “a lot of women wear jeans you know, what’s so special about these” ? Jean said, “they hug my ass, my ass feels like it is being caressed”, then she turned to Moira said, “three pairs, same size”, she turned to Charlie said, “I will pay for the extra pair” and Charlie said, “never mind” and to Moira said, “make it four pair”.
    They left the Jean store and before they reached the Maple Syrup outlet store, Jean said, I need a minute, be right back”. Charlie watched her return to the jeans store before getting the maple syrup. Jean returned, she and Charlie entered the supermarket where he bought two bottles of pure cranberry juice.
    They left the mall and Charlie said he would drive, wanted to see something on Dundas Street. Jean said, “your car, drive wherever, what are we looking for” ? Fifteen minutes later Charlie had made a few turns arrived on Dundas and in a few minutes heard Jean laugh. She said, has to be the restaurant, how do you say it”(?) and Charlie said, “”Fuddruckers” and Jean was laughing, said, “awfully close to swearing”.
    Charlie drove, Dundas, Dixie, 401 collector lanes then followed the signs to the airport. Terminal 3 has a drop off place but lingering is frowned on, when Charlie stopped at the drop off a security guard came immediately. Charlie said, only be a few seconds, is this the terminal with the Dubai lounge. The security man asked Charlie’s name, then proof. He then smiled, said, “bring your lady and whatever you are taking on the flight, through the doors and look for the Emirates sign, tell the security guard your name”. Charlie said, “the lady isn’t leaving” and the guard answered, “you have time to kill and the lady will enjoy the lounge, the food is excellent”.

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