Niamh
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Niamh lurks on the front steps for a few moments after Angel has gone on inside. She has caught a reflection of herself in one of the highly polished windowpanes and is not sure she is fit to be seen by company. Her long hair is tangled and windblown and the hem of her deep rose skirt is stained with salt. Her bare feet are caked with wet sand. Sitting down on the steps, she brushes her toes clean of sand and slips on her shoes, trying to soothe the fat tuxedo cat, Thomasina, with sweet words all the while. It does little good. The basket rocks and wiggles, and very distressing sounds come from inside. Several people give Niamh odd looks as they climb the stairs.
Finally, though, Niamh knows she has stalled long enough. She is as spic and span as she can make herself, and with a deep breath for courage's sake, she lifts Thomasina's basket in one hand and a small battered suitcase in the other. With her shoulder she pushes open the front door, and comes face to face with Aaron, who has a glass of lemonade in one hand and a half-eaten scone in the other. Niamh gives him her sweetest smile.
Friendship has brought me here, she whispers, and is rewarded by by his kindly (if rather jam-stained) smile.
If you would not mind, I would like to get a room upstairs with a good view of the sea. It does not have to be large..in fact, something small and cosy would just suit Thomasina and me.
She gives Aaron a hopeful look as he rummages through his keys, smearing several with butter and dropping one by accident into his lemonade.
I do hope you have one left....Niamh falters, beginning to look a little desperate.
And just when all hope is gone, Aaron flashes her a large smile and holds out a key with the head of harbour seal at the end.
Right out over the harbour, Miss Niamh, he says with a grin. And I happen to know that the previous tenant left a lovely old antique pedestal inside...perfect for your...bust of Shakespeare.
Niamh flushes darkly, but takes up her burdens and the key, and walks out into the main room, looking about herself in wonder.
We're home, Thomasina, she says softly.
And smiling, she turns around and starts up the stairs.
Finally, though, Niamh knows she has stalled long enough. She is as spic and span as she can make herself, and with a deep breath for courage's sake, she lifts Thomasina's basket in one hand and a small battered suitcase in the other. With her shoulder she pushes open the front door, and comes face to face with Aaron, who has a glass of lemonade in one hand and a half-eaten scone in the other. Niamh gives him her sweetest smile.
Friendship has brought me here, she whispers, and is rewarded by by his kindly (if rather jam-stained) smile.
If you would not mind, I would like to get a room upstairs with a good view of the sea. It does not have to be large..in fact, something small and cosy would just suit Thomasina and me.
She gives Aaron a hopeful look as he rummages through his keys, smearing several with butter and dropping one by accident into his lemonade.
I do hope you have one left....Niamh falters, beginning to look a little desperate.
And just when all hope is gone, Aaron flashes her a large smile and holds out a key with the head of harbour seal at the end.
Right out over the harbour, Miss Niamh, he says with a grin. And I happen to know that the previous tenant left a lovely old antique pedestal inside...perfect for your...bust of Shakespeare.
Niamh flushes darkly, but takes up her burdens and the key, and walks out into the main room, looking about herself in wonder.
We're home, Thomasina, she says softly.
And smiling, she turns around and starts up the stairs.
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