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Love story 15

on May 6, 2012

Eventually, Husband-to-be and his mother, Inna, asked if I would be able to stay the night occasionally, just in case Husband-to-be wanted to go out. With my parents’ permission I agreed to do this.

On the first of these stayovers, I was uncertain as to my role because, even though I was now used to preparing breakfast, lunch, and getting dinner ready for Inna to cook, I had never stayed beyond 5pm. That’s when I usually hopped on my bicycle and rode home.

So the 5pm ritual was a bit of a shock to me because that was when Inna and her son (Husband-to-be), and various family and friends, all congregated in the back veranda for ‘drinks’ after the cows were milked. Inna would already have a teacup filled with whisky and soda (I was so naive at the time that I just thought drinking whisky and soda out of a teacup was normal). That first evening I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to do, so I served drinks, put the dinner in the Aga, unpacked my little bag in the spare room and said a little prayer.

In the middle of my little prayer of bewilderment, I heard Husband-to-be’s huge voice calling “JULES!” and, thinking it might be an emergency with Inna, I ventured out of the spare room into the kitchen, then out to the veranda which had become rather noisy with chatter and clinking and laughter. Inna saw me and waved her walking stick to the chair next to her, “Come and have a drink with us, Darling,” and Husband-to-be handed me a glass full of something frothy.

He didn’t end up going out that night, so I wasn’t quite sure why I was there in the first place until, in the middle of the night, Inna called me to her bedroom and told me to sleep on the floor next to her because she was nervous of the dark.

So I did what I was told.


42 responses to “Love story 15

  1. rumpydog says:

    ummmm… I don’t think I like where this is going.

  2. victoriaaphotography says:

    I’m beginning to get suspicious too…..

  3. On the floor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???? Like in the old days of slavery! Ooh! That doesn’t sound good. How are you going to get out of this one?

  4. This something frothy……..what was it?

  5. Fergiemoto says:

    How thoughtful of you to keep Inna company and hopefully ease her fear of being in the dark.

  6. Oh, I would have asked Inna the gruff to let me sleep on something else than the floor. I hope your frothy drink was good, at least!

  7. Interesting developments! Love following this! Can’t wait to hear the next installment.
    I have nominated you for Best Follower Award!

  8. What was the frothy drink?

  9. niasunset says:

    Dear Julie I read the next part at first so I can understand almost… Seems that Inna loved you as your daughter… My mother-in-law was like that too… How nice… Thank you, with my love, nia

  10. dou dou says:

    I like Inna already. I need a Love Story category so I can catch up!

  11. A bit of intrigue… Can’t wait to read what happens next!

  12. cuhome says:

    I really got a clear visual of Inna, as you wrote: “Inna saw me and waved her walking stick to the chair next to her, “Come and have a drink with us, Darling…” Your uncertainty oozed through in this post. I liked it!

  13. Paws To Talk says:

    So poignant and beautifully written. We can see the scenes you set.
    Bella and DiDi

  14. dcwisdom says:

    Julie, my mind was clean concerning your story. 🙂 The nerve of people thinking ghastly thoughts!!! hahahahahaha! But, really, you left us hanging. Sign of a good story.

  15. bluebee says:

    Who slept on the floor next to her every other night?! Wily old Inna – perhaps she was concerned HTB would keep you up drinking all night.

  16. dou dou says:

    And I was thinking she did it for you not to be scared – your first night there and all. Hmmm… Guess I have to read the next chapter and find out!

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