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Re: Playing with Fire [message #483 is a reply to message #481] Mon, 23 July 2012 21:14 Go to previous messageGo to previous message
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Jenny Finch heaved the box out of the back seat of her car, jerked the door shut with her foot, and pressed the immobiliser. Then she turned and lumbered up the garden path to her mother's front door.

"G'day love. The shed door's open. Do you mind taking Hiss there now?" Jenny's mother asked, eyeing the box uneasily.

"Sure." Jenny turned and marched toward a little garden shed, almost hidden by creepers and other foliage. She set the box down inside, and opened it. A beautiful carpet python, green with white spots, slid out and wound itself around Jenny.

"Now, now, Hiss," Jenny murmured, catching hold of the snake," I know you've had a long drive, but I really do want a drink, so get down." Jenny then noticed the basket of peaches in the corner. Swiftly she moved over and grabbed one. "Hey, Hissy, have a peach?"

"How's tricks?" Mum said, as she and Jenny piled Jenny's suitcases in the spare bedroom.

"Not great, that's for sure, especially since the landlord kicked me out of the flat. Apparently one of the residents complained about Hiss. What a lovely rose!" Jenny motioned towards the window, where a gorgeous deep red rose was peering in.

"Yes, isn't it lovely. Wendy gave it to me some months ago, on my wedding anniversary."

Jenny glanced quickly at her mother and noticed a tear, which Mum hastily wiped away.

"It's been 14 years, and I still cry when I think of your father." Mum smiled shakily.

"How are Wendy and Murphy?" Jenny asked, to change the subject.

"Murphy's been promoted to factory manager, and Wendy cleans the school. No grandchildren in the offing yet." Mum said, rather wistfully, with a hopeful glance at Jenny.

"Sorry, Mum, no sign of Mr Perfect." Jenny couldn't help smiling.

"If I'd waited for Mr Perfect, you and your sister wouldn't be here!" Mum retorted, a twinkle in her eye.

Jenny just laughed.

"Murphy said to me the other day that if you couldn't keep Hiss, he'd like to take her. Apparently they've got a real problem with mice. So, what do you plan to do now?"

"Get a job. The government aid job didn't suit me. I'd like to go back to cooking. Maybe cooking for a rich family. I'm sick of working in a commercial capacity, it's too stressful. I'd love to join International Rescue, but I don't know how to get in with them, so I'll have to be content with something else. I might do some volunteer work in the State Emergency Service or the fire brigade again. I'll have to do a lot of courses, though. I do need to update my first aid skills."

"Yes, well, you never know when you might have to do a little first aid. Anyway---" Just then the phone rang, and Mum left to answer it.

"Well, love," Mum said when she came back, "Wendy and Murphy are coming next week. Murphy's on leave or something."

Posted by scuppy3 on April 6, 2008


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