Offered Rescue

The day seems to have no energy like the last day did. Ami And I went about a cookie cutter shoot with the person Bill Debart sent over. She was a looker but just didn’t match the spirited energy that Heather had. A little after four thirty we finish the shoot and the mock up of the layout. She leaves and Ami and I settle in for a cuppa

On the internet radio station I prefered, “The Black Treasures Of Scotland Yard” playing, making Ami ask “What do you get out of listening to this?”

“To each their own!” Taking a sip of tea “What do you get listening to BBC1?” Well apparently it earns me a dirty look from Ami! While i finish listening to my show Ami Cleans up, checking and sorting the days mail and courier packages

Against all odds, I ask “Heather’s” Ami shakes her head Oh well maybe tomorrow! About to call it a day when my phone rings “Hullo Graeme Colter, can I help you?”

On the other end someone bursts into tears “Graeme I need a shoulder!” Every memory plays through my head as i recognize her voice - Heather! “What’s wrong, where are you?” Earning me more words through sobs

“I-I-I’ve been Evicted-d-d-d” Sniffing then “P-P-P-illip...d” the last words i could make out clearly

“Heather where are you?” Then a male’s voice comes on

“Are you a friend of mrs. Wrightson’s? Replying yes before he continues “Can you possibly come to her former residence, all can be explained easier there!”

Replying “I’ll get there as soon as possible!” the line goes dead. For some reason my gut tells me to get Ami to drive me, turning to her “Hey how would you like to save train fare tonight and tomorrow morning?” Intrigued she agrees to drive me to Heather’s.

Arriving a half hour later I see some guy standing in the street, talking to someone in a car. Instructing Ami to park close, I get out and walk to Heather’s place. As I,m about to knock on the door the guy call out “Miss Wrightson is here in the car!”

Making my way to it, looking in through the windshield, finding a still crying Heather sitting there, just staring straight ahead. Moving to the open door “Heather?” Her head turns and my heart jumps into my throat. Her eyes red from crying her mascara streaked down her cheeks. So badly I wanted to pull her out and embrace her “What happened

Her mouth opens, no words comes out, the unknown guy speaks “Mr. Wrightson terminated their marital relationship, retaining the marital home effective immediately!” Hearing that my insides war between high fiving that news and wanting to pound the bastard into an early grave for hurting Heather.

Finally she says something “He only left me with my clothes, suitcases and this car!” sniffing then “I’m effectively homeless!” Still staring straight ahead.

“You not homeless Heather!” turning her head towards me “You can stay with me until you find somewhere!” I don’t know if it was my words or my face but Heather pushes me away, climbs out and then grabs me into an embrace

“You weren’t lying to me!” Surprising whoever the guy was “You here to be my shoulder to cry on!”

The guy opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off fast with super clear meaning “I can’t beat her ex!, but you seem like the next best target!” my right hand on Heather’s shoulder curling up into a fist as I go to let go of her.

“I feel my duty is done here so i’ll be off!” Wise move in my eyes “Heather if there is anything I can help with just call!” Turning and sprinting across the street, getting into his car and driving off

Turning my full attention to Heather “It’s no what your accustomed to but I’ve a complete flat above the studio, your free to use until you ready to start again