Another Mother's Life
“It was almost eleven, the children had long since gone to bed, and Rosie was curled up in a hot little ball at her feet, twitching occasionally as she dreamt about chasing rabbits. Marc was not home.
This was to be expected, she told herself as she took a sip from what was her fourth glass of wine, on the grounds that she deserved a drink after the day she’d had. It was not unusual for Marc to work late, well into the night, without ringing her to tell her what time he would be home. That was what running your own car dealership was like. Sourcing suppliers, keeping on top of the paperwork, taking out big corporate clients in a bid to supply their company fleet. Especially now that he was opening another branch, there would be a lot of work to do to get everything up to a high enough standard. That’s what he told Alison, and she accepted it because she knew that Marc would be throwing everything into making this new venture a success. That was just him, or rather that was the way he w...as now after sixteen years with Alison.MoreLess
This was to be expected, she told herself as she took a sip from what was her fourth glass of wine, on the grounds that she deserved a drink after the day she’d had. It was not unusual for Marc to work late, well into the night, without ringing her to tell her what time he would be home. That was what running your own car dealership was like. Sourcing suppliers, keeping on top of the paperwork, taking out big corporate clients in a bid to supply their company fleet. Especially now that he was opening another branch, there would be a lot of work to do to get everything up to a high enough standard. That’s what he told Alison, and she accepted it because she knew that Marc would be throwing everything into making this new venture a success. That was just him, or rather that was the way he w...as now after sixteen years with Alison.MoreLess
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