“Oh. My. God. Livvy….. don’t hold your breath, but..”
Livvy turned to see her friend and colleague Kirsty burst through the door into the kitchen where Livvy was preparing cups of tea and toast for the elderly couple whose home they were in.
Mr and Mrs Turner lived in a fairly large 4-bedroom house overlooking the park. Livvy knew their bedroom must have a wonderful view of the trees, flowers, paths, and small lake that made up that area. She often wondered how the seasons looked from that aspect. She guessed they would be able to observe all the colours of spring, summer, autumn, and winter – all the reds and golds, pinks, and greens. The kitchen didn’t have such a nice view, although she could look out upon the extremely neat back garden, with it’s well trimmed bushes, plant pots and bedding flowers. She could just about see the greenhouse and shed further up the garden.
Mr Turner, John, as he had asked to be called, was recently out of hospital having had a fall. He was frail, but his mind was as sharp as ever. It was his fragility that meant it had been decided he and his wife would have Carers come in every morning to help him get up, washed, dressed and ready for the day.
The Carers also prepared breakfast, which is how Livvy came to be standing in this particular kitchen at 8 in the morning. Although Mrs Turner, Doreen, wasn’t strictly speaking their client, Livvy also liked to make sure she had a cup of tea and some breakfast. She knew from experience that both halves of a couple needed to be cared for in situations like this.
“Oh my God, don’t hold your breath, but….. what? Kirsty?” Livvy asked quickly, tucking a strand of wavy hair that had strayed from her ponytail back behind her ear, really not sure what Kirsty would come out with next. Kirsty’s temperament could be described as ‘flighty and excitable’, and her short hair, this week’s colour of orange, sticking out in all directions matched her personality. Livvy was much more down to earth, tending to be the more practical of the pair, leaving Kirsty to do most of the chatting to the clients. Sometimes Livvy felt that meant she wasn’t seen, was almost taken for granted, but Doreen had made sure she thanked her personally every time she left the premises. Small gestures like that made all the difference.
“There is THE most gorgeous man standing in the Turner’s living room, right now…”
“Honestly Liv, he’s a living God”
Livvy chuckled “yeah, yeah I’m sure he is….. but didn’t you say that about the lad outside the pub a couple of nights ago?”
Kirsty pouted and then burst out laughing “yes I suppose I did, but look, look, this one really is gorgeous…” she said, pushing Livvy towards the kitchen door.
Livvy opened the door slightly, hoping no one would glance round and catch her. She didn’t want the Turner’s to think she was spying on them.
She could just about see the back of a young man, tall with slightly wavy, auburn hair. He looked quite broad and muscular, but it was difficult to tell because he still had his coat on. An expensive coat she observed. At that moment he walked to the other side of the room and turned, this meant he faced the kitchen. Livvy couldn’t see all his face because the bottom half was covered by a mask, but when he glanced up his eyes looked straight at her.
Livvy gasped, quickly closing the door and leaning with her back against it. She would recognise those eyes anywhere………..
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